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type='html'>A few years back, this group picture would have looked a lot different.  Some members were added, 1 was was taken away.  Kids were born and have been growing since.  But one thing remains the same, we are still crazy kids who love to experience life together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, this group of 30 year old kids had a blast experiencing balloon days.  It was a lot of fun.  And though my toes are freezing in this picture and my husband and I had been trying to keep our kids from throwing a fit and/or cry, I would not have traded this weekend for the world.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lVEuxjeC0QY/TpulP7CVzVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/6pquMiT2uNI/s1600/100_4319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lVEuxjeC0QY/TpulP7CVzVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/6pquMiT2uNI/s320/100_4319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664302649312660818" 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/3716145405102664189-4532099306517562417?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/4532099306517562417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=4532099306517562417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4532099306517562417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4532099306517562417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2011/10/oct-2011.html' title='Oct 2011'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/-lVEuxjeC0QY/TpulP7CVzVI/AAAAAAAAAwU/6pquMiT2uNI/s72-c/100_4319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-202955665465410893</id><published>2011-09-09T20:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T20:48:17.025-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9-11'/><title type='text'>September 11, 2001</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlSkJPqzZ48/TmrB1QTnQlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/q44eCRAJK60/s1600/9-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlSkJPqzZ48/TmrB1QTnQlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/q44eCRAJK60/s320/9-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650541803144168018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will always remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-202955665465410893?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/202955665465410893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=202955665465410893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/202955665465410893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/202955665465410893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-11-2001.html' title='September 11, 2001'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/-KlSkJPqzZ48/TmrB1QTnQlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/q44eCRAJK60/s72-c/9-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-6978688370531104127</id><published>2011-08-04T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T21:45:47.252-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><title type='text'>Summer 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-04EN7s3GZuU/TjtZI7aGGmI/AAAAAAAAAwA/hBhmPRj6eaA/s1600/boys%2BJuly%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-04EN7s3GZuU/TjtZI7aGGmI/AAAAAAAAAwA/hBhmPRj6eaA/s320/boys%2BJuly%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637197368505277026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my boys.  They are a handful, but they are so worth it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-6978688370531104127?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/6978688370531104127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=6978688370531104127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6978688370531104127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6978688370531104127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-2011.html' title='Summer 2011'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/-04EN7s3GZuU/TjtZI7aGGmI/AAAAAAAAAwA/hBhmPRj6eaA/s72-c/boys%2BJuly%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-1445216396103795275</id><published>2011-08-04T16:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T16:01:48.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>So, I have an 8 year old and 3 year old.  3 year old is going through the "copy what you say" stage while the 8 year old is "ticked because I didn't want them to do that" stage.  Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-1445216396103795275?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/1445216396103795275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=1445216396103795275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1445216396103795275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1445216396103795275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-5269662558461928526</id><published>2010-05-30T21:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:02:06.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Rough</title><content type='html'>Today is a rough day for my Sister-in-law and her family.  She resigned from her position as Youth Director at a church for the wrong reasons.  Long story, but she got the very short and sharp end of a stick.  Please keep her and her family in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://nachfolge.blogspot.com/2010/05/heading-to-wyoming.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-5269662558461928526?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/5269662558461928526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=5269662558461928526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5269662558461928526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5269662558461928526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2010/05/rough.html' title='Rough'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-7880639525438464562</id><published>2010-05-18T21:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:02:42.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>hi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-7880639525438464562?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/7880639525438464562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=7880639525438464562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7880639525438464562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7880639525438464562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-8529934876431571402</id><published>2010-03-08T08:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:01:37.728-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>So, I was a bit surprised.  Friday, my wonderful husband surprised me with a night out with the girls.  Well, he tried to.  I was almost completely surprised, had I not stumbled across an email while helping a teacher (who was invited).  It just amazes me that after almost 10 years of marriage, my husband still will try and make my day better by giving me something back.  He knew how stressed I have been at work and school these past 9 weeks and talked to a teacher, then another....and then....here I am taken out for the evening by some friends.  It was so nice to hang out with the girls.  And even nicer to know my husband cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - My husband turned the ripe age of 34.  He doesn't like the attention and so planning anything birthdayish....is a bit hard at times.  But Z and I decided that we wanted to go to the Hockey game on that day.  So we bought the tickets and off my husband, Z, and I went.  It was a blast!  And it was so nice for the night away.  No worries.  And with the gracious offer of babysitting, N was taken well care of while we were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we were all over and not sitting still this weekend....it was worth it.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-8529934876431571402?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/8529934876431571402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=8529934876431571402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8529934876431571402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8529934876431571402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2010/03/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-8800084824021525938</id><published>2010-03-05T21:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:02:10.782-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad news'/><title type='text'>Yuck!</title><content type='html'>I hate CANCER!!!  To be fair, I don't think many of us do, but just last week, it affected our small community.  A mother of 6 (yes 6) died after suffering with the C-word for awhile.  Her kids range from ages Senior to pre-school.  I have had the privilege of working with 2 of the 6 children and have gotten to know them pretty well.  And to see them interact with their peers is surreal.  With their mom sick for quite some time, they move around as though it doesn't faze them much that their mom is gone.  Wednesday, I watched the 7th grader pick up his sister in kindergarten.  Solemnly, they got their coats on and gathered their bags to head to the doors to be picked up by a family member who was taking them to the the viewing.  The viewing that day and then the funeral on Thursday.  After all done, they were back in school again on Friday.  As though nothing happened.  It's like they were numb and moving on all at the same time.  Very surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel for those kids.  I think about my own kids at the same time and pray that they would be ok if something would happen to me and be strong like these kids.  BUT....I pray that I have made a difference in their lives that they would miss me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what goes on in these kid's minds (nor do I ever expect to)....but I pray for peace and strength for the future.  Whatever it holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-8800084824021525938?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/8800084824021525938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=8800084824021525938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8800084824021525938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8800084824021525938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hate-cancer-to-be-fair-i-dont-think.html' title='Yuck!'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-8917788367080002954</id><published>2010-03-01T22:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:39:11.362-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Fruit-Insect</title><content type='html'>So, when did the time fly?  I mean, it seems like just yesterday that my oldest was just being bottle fed and needing diaper changes.  Now, he's the BIG boy of the house.  And if one forgets to add the 1/2 to his age (he is 6 1/2 btw), we hear about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest time, no matter what we did, if we couldn't pass the words along by saying them quietly, my husband and I have been able to spell them out.  And that worked for quite a long time, but just recently, we have had to change our strategy.  This once child has learned to spell.  Who let that happen?  Rats, there goes another parent strategy!  Teachers!  Who told them they could do that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our new plan....come up with "slang" for things we use a lot.  Our newest....the restaurant.  Z likes to go to Applebees.  So does his parents, but going there EVERY time we went out to eat was sort of like going to the dentist for a root canal.....it has to be done, but not many people enjoy it.  So....my brilliant husband, came up with code to help us avoid streets with this restaurant on it.  Every time we see this fun, mozzarella stick serving eating establishment.......FRUIT-INSECT.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the cool new name and disguise to keep us from slipping up and saying the name, we still ate there on Friday night.  This time, not so bad.  I guess, even though you re-name an eating establishment, it's all about the atmosphere.  And, I wouldn't rename, move, or trade that for the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-8917788367080002954?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/8917788367080002954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=8917788367080002954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8917788367080002954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8917788367080002954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2010/03/fruit-insect.html' title='Fruit-Insect'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-4422621395434733406</id><published>2010-02-28T13:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:38:14.397-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="ecxMsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c20000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 0);font-size:24pt;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CDonna%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Georgia; 	panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;This was emailed to me by a friend.  The last story is my favorite.  Something to bring a smile to your face.  Have a wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Reasons Not To Mess With Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work.&lt;br /&gt;As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was.&lt;br /&gt;The girl replied, 'I'm drawing God..'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher paused and said, 'But no one knows what God looks like.'&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, 'They will in a minute.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds.&lt;br /&gt;After explaining the commandment to 'honor' thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, 'Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?'&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, 'Thou shall not kill.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, 'Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?'&lt;br /&gt;Her mother replied, 'Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.'&lt;br /&gt;The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, 'Mummy, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 129, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.&lt;br /&gt;'Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.'&lt;br /&gt;A small voice at the back of the room rang out, 'And there's the teacher, she's dead.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, 'Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face.'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' the class said.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?'&lt;br /&gt;A little fellow shouted,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your feet aren't empty.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(63, 128, 128);"&gt;The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples.. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray:&lt;br /&gt;'Take only ONE . God is watching.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(63, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;A child had written a note, 'Take all you want. God is watching the apples.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-4422621395434733406?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/4422621395434733406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=4422621395434733406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4422621395434733406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4422621395434733406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-5224290486947602029</id><published>2010-02-13T21:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:19:05.835-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 Winter Olympics'/><title type='text'>2010 Winter Olympics  - It's a great day today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/S3dqqeOnS4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/O2tqLQ6-8Rc/s1600-h/USA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/S3dqqeOnS4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/O2tqLQ6-8Rc/s400/USA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437932352974572418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to say that this is the best time of the year.  For me, it tops Christmas, birthdays, carnivals.....etc.  Watching the Winter Olympics is my most favorite thing to do.  Today, sharing that with my oldest (Z) topped that moment even more.  We re-watched the opening ceremonies and he declared when the U.S.A. walked in, that we needed to put our hands on our hearts and say the Pledge of Allegiance.  While watching a hockey game this afternoon, he decided that his football jersey became his new hockey jersey.  And, best of all.....his eyes got big watching all the various events that the athletes participate in.  Even though I am swamped with these classes......I am taking time to experience the Olympics with my son.  Memories that will never be forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-5224290486947602029?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/5224290486947602029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=5224290486947602029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5224290486947602029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5224290486947602029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2010/02/2010-winter-olympics-its-great-day.html' title='2010 Winter Olympics  - It&apos;s a great day today!'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/S3dqqeOnS4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/O2tqLQ6-8Rc/s72-c/USA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-441678256190105313</id><published>2010-02-10T20:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:24:19.695-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><title type='text'>Teeth</title><content type='html'>Let me start by saying that I love my boys.....both of them.  But........geesh!!  N is teething.  Back when he was 5 months old, he got 4 teeth in.  His top and bottom front teeth.  And from that point to just a few weeks ago, that is all he had.  So, we have been very blessed and fortunate to have only dealt with a few tantrums due to teeth for the past 17 months.  Then, 3 weeks ago....they decided to come.  Yes.....ALL 16 of the remaining teeth.  What did we do to upset the gods?  What's going on here?  Our sweet, loving, fun, hugable toddler has turned into...... into... .... into.....a climbing, walking, screeching, unhappy and I'm going to tell you child.  Oh, please pray that these teeth come in quickly.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z is going through a growing spurt and an independence spurt.  He has to decide when he wants to eat something.  He has to decide when to go somewhere.  He has to decide if things are good for him.  And he's sleeping more and more and needing to go to bed earlier.  The good thing....he is having very, very few nights of bed-wetting.  FINALLY!!!!  So there is a light at the end of this tunnel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing what stages these boys go through....but I wouldn't trade them for the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-441678256190105313?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/441678256190105313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=441678256190105313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/441678256190105313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/441678256190105313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2010/02/teeth.html' title='Teeth'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-6101750969905558449</id><published>2010-02-07T08:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T09:01:37.982-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday'/><title type='text'>The funny things that happen.......</title><content type='html'>Sunday morning, and my oldest is getting his coat on to walk over to church (we live across the street now from church) and my youngest son starts crying.  Not sure why N is in tears, but it appears he doesn't like what Z is doing.  So, Z turns to N and says, "I'm sorry that I'm leaving N.  I will miss you.  But don't worry, I will sit with you at church and we'll be together soon." &lt;br /&gt;After that, N was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing what 6 year olds pick up and say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-6101750969905558449?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/6101750969905558449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=6101750969905558449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6101750969905558449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6101750969905558449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2010/02/funny-things-that-happen.html' title='The funny things that happen.......'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-7122153332313407136</id><published>2010-02-06T19:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:47:46.427-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='=)'/><title type='text'>Loving life today</title><content type='html'>Just a good day and loving life.  Who could ask for anything more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-7122153332313407136?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/7122153332313407136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=7122153332313407136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7122153332313407136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7122153332313407136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2010/02/loving-life-today.html' title='Loving life today'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-3036665156559993006</id><published>2009-12-19T08:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T08:56:45.863-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jacquielawson.com/viewcard.asp?code=2065089057824&amp;amp;source=jl999"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-3036665156559993006?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/3036665156559993006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=3036665156559993006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/3036665156559993006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/3036665156559993006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas everyone'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-5089056855166269331</id><published>2009-11-10T22:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:23:15.178-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love this picture!  From my husband's brother's wedding in Octber.  The whole family is here and kids are not screaming.  A happy and fun picture.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/Svo70ylpSRI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KzWsRC_m58A/s1600-h/Family+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/Svo70ylpSRI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KzWsRC_m58A/s320/Family+picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402696481103235346" 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/3716145405102664189-5089056855166269331?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/5089056855166269331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=5089056855166269331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5089056855166269331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5089056855166269331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-love-this-picture-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/Svo70ylpSRI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KzWsRC_m58A/s72-c/Family+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-6856328727378247925</id><published>2009-07-17T15:45:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:21:21.014-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer Projects 2009</title><content type='html'>This past summer, we have been working on a few projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project #1&lt;br /&gt;May - My husband updated the landscaping around the house. It was pretty bare and had no real anything. So, with some flowers (from my in-laws and gifts for mother's day from my boys) and some landscaping rock (from a left over roof project), he put it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDsSBW58EI/AAAAAAAAAt8/stF84VBIboo/s1600-h/Landscaping+2009+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDsSBW58EI/AAAAAAAAAt8/stF84VBIboo/s320/Landscaping+2009+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359543350917197890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDsSpU2E4I/AAAAAAAAAuE/g9lftISaSHs/s1600-h/Landscaping+2009.JPG"&gt;    &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDsSpU2E4I/AAAAAAAAAuE/g9lftISaSHs/s320/Landscaping+2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359543361645974402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmD2Ny6kiYI/AAAAAAAAAuc/NCArTTj4VSU/s1600-h/Landscaping+July+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmD2Ny6kiYI/AAAAAAAAAuc/NCArTTj4VSU/s320/Landscaping+July+2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359554273437059458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmD2NVPWSPI/AAAAAAAAAuU/U11XaBGngsI/s1600-h/Landscaping+July+2009+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmD2NVPWSPI/AAAAAAAAAuU/U11XaBGngsI/s320/Landscaping+July+2009+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359554265471142130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmD2NDHkumI/AAAAAAAAAuM/CudNWivhqeo/s1600-h/Landscaping+July+2009+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmD2NDHkumI/AAAAAAAAAuM/CudNWivhqeo/s320/Landscaping+July+2009+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359554260606696034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project #2&lt;br /&gt;June - Since we moved into our home in WF, we had been concerned about the paint chipping in the basement. So, after my husband scrapped tirelessly for a week, I got to paint the basement wall a brick red. I think it looks pretty nice. Someday, we'll tackle the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband scraping....a few days later, I primmed and painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDo9onZ7qI/AAAAAAAAAtE/QtilRKxT9sA/s1600-h/Basement+Brick+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDo9onZ7qI/AAAAAAAAAtE/QtilRKxT9sA/s320/Basement+Brick+2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359539702143250082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDo-EteVRI/AAAAAAAAAtM/DbenmlXeLSg/s1600-h/Basement+Brick+%283%29.JPG"&gt;      &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDo-EteVRI/AAAAAAAAAtM/DbenmlXeLSg/s320/Basement+Brick+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359539709684897042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDo-EteVRI/AAAAAAAAAtM/DbenmlXeLSg/s1600-h/Basement+Brick+%283%29.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire wall has a rustic look to it.  It's more cool up close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDo-aAO9nI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Oak1MtYiJJw/s1600-h/Basement+Brick+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDo-aAO9nI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Oak1MtYiJJw/s320/Basement+Brick+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359539715400726130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project #3&lt;br /&gt;June - Since my birthday is June 23 (just in case you didn't know), I wanted something fun and inexpensive. I got both and LOVE IT! My husband had been helping my father-in-law tear down a building on the farm and one of the doors just had opportunity calling me. I talked him into making it into a patio table. He worked so hard on transforming it into a cool patio table and made sure that he did every inch of the work. I love it!!!! (have I mentioned that before). He even got it done for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDqcQ9syJI/AAAAAAAAAtk/1e9CMbt3NME/s1600-h/Patio+Table+June+2009+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDqcQ9syJI/AAAAAAAAAtk/1e9CMbt3NME/s320/Patio+Table+June+2009+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359541327881881746" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A door with legs now (also from things around the farm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDqdOcNtwI/AAAAAAAAAt0/6IfkOh4bRG4/s1600-h/Patio+Table+June+2009+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDqdOcNtwI/AAAAAAAAAt0/6IfkOh4bRG4/s320/Patio+Table+June+2009+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359541344384431874" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put together as a table.....freshly sanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDqczTVQUI/AAAAAAAAAts/p8Y3MVgYP8A/s1600-h/Patio+Table+June+2009+%2813%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDqczTVQUI/AAAAAAAAAts/p8Y3MVgYP8A/s320/Patio+Table+June+2009+%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359541337099419970" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finished project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDqcJTEvuI/AAAAAAAAAtc/GJwGQ5WBQqE/s1600-h/Patio+Table+June+2009+%2817%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDqcJTEvuI/AAAAAAAAAtc/GJwGQ5WBQqE/s320/Patio+Table+June+2009+%2817%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359541325824048866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project #4 (last one for summer 2009)&lt;br /&gt;July - Since we moved to WF, yes again.....paint was chipping in our kitchen. And since we have a small child who is all over and putting things in his mouth, we thought it was best to remove the wallpaper that was painted on and chipping and paint the walls. It's amazing what a fresh coat of paint and a few light fixtures do to transform a space! It turned out wonderful! And although this is phase I of a 3 phase project, we are loving the new look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before/during transformation pictures........ wallpaper removed and ready to paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDmKDfn62I/AAAAAAAAAss/abF4trwWtJ8/s1600-h/Kitchen+updates+2009+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDmKDfn62I/AAAAAAAAAss/abF4trwWtJ8/s200/Kitchen+updates+2009+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359536616981916514" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDmJtL1HSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/mET49rRCTio/s1600-h/Kitchen+updates+2009+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDmJtL1HSI/AAAAAAAAAsk/mET49rRCTio/s200/Kitchen+updates+2009+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359536610993315106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDmJd-QJVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/DOKjTOR7goQ/s1600-h/Kitchen+update+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDmJd-QJVI/AAAAAAAAAsc/DOKjTOR7goQ/s200/Kitchen+update+2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359536606909834578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDmJAQbQmI/AAAAAAAAAsU/wyBulKEZIQ0/s1600-h/kitchen+updates.+2009+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDmJAQbQmI/AAAAAAAAAsU/wyBulKEZIQ0/s200/kitchen+updates.+2009+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359536598932996706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDnedr_Y-I/AAAAAAAAAs8/BaaZICef21c/s1600-h/Kitchen+update+2009+%285%29.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of Phase I - Ceiling textured and painted.  Walls painted.  New light fixtures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDnedr_Y-I/AAAAAAAAAs8/BaaZICef21c/s1600-h/Kitchen+update+2009+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDnedr_Y-I/AAAAAAAAAs8/BaaZICef21c/s320/Kitchen+update+2009+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359538067122119650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDnd8aVeXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/PJ1nTSfWuGM/s1600-h/Kitchen+update+2009+%287%29.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmD2PnOnQnI/AAAAAAAAAus/BGTQ_z7XXmA/s1600-h/Kitchen+Light+Fixtures+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmD2PnOnQnI/AAAAAAAAAus/BGTQ_z7XXmA/s320/Kitchen+Light+Fixtures+2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359554304659636850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmD2ONE7AGI/AAAAAAAAAuk/59XBQ-fli2o/s1600-h/Kitchen+Light+Fixtures+2009+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmD2ONE7AGI/AAAAAAAAAuk/59XBQ-fli2o/s320/Kitchen+Light+Fixtures+2009+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359554280459796578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDnd8aVeXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/PJ1nTSfWuGM/s1600-h/Kitchen+update+2009+%287%29.JPG"&gt;      &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDnd8aVeXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/PJ1nTSfWuGM/s320/Kitchen+update+2009+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359538058189699442" 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/3716145405102664189-6856328727378247925?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/6856328727378247925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=6856328727378247925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6856328727378247925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6856328727378247925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-projects-2009.html' title='Summer Projects 2009'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SmDsSBW58EI/AAAAAAAAAt8/stF84VBIboo/s72-c/Landscaping+2009+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-1215533365037620073</id><published>2009-06-28T20:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:47:58.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Yes.....I did that!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="datatable" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="headcell" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;Excited to say.  My first college course....not only got an "A" in it, but Aced it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="oddRow"&gt; &lt;th id="col1"&gt;&lt;img src="https://webct.wsc.edu/web-ct/en/img/shim.gif" alt="Column" title="Column" width="1" border="0" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th id="col2"&gt;&lt;img src="https://webct.wsc.edu/web-ct/en/img/shim.gif" alt="Value" title="Value" width="1" border="0" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="oddRow"&gt; &lt;td headers="col1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;Reflection, responses, professionalism points 1 (Out of 20.00)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td headers="col2" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; 20.00&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="evenRow"&gt; &lt;td headers="col1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;Project 1 Tantrum Project (Out of 15.00)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td headers="col2" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; 15.00&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="oddRow"&gt; &lt;td headers="col1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;Reflections, Responses, Professional Points (Out of 20.00)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td headers="col2" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; 20.00&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="evenRow"&gt; &lt;td headers="col1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;Reflection, Responses, Professionalism Points 3 (Out of 20.00)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td headers="col2" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; 20.00&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="oddRow"&gt; &lt;td headers="col1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;Reflection, Responses, Professionalism Points 4 (Out of 20.00)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td headers="col2" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; 20.00&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="evenRow"&gt; &lt;td headers="col1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;Project 2 Development Exercises (Out of 15.00)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td headers="col2" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; 15.00&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="oddRow"&gt; &lt;td headers="col1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;Reflection, Responses, Professionalism Points 5 (Out of 20.00)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td headers="col2" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; 20.00&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="evenRow"&gt; &lt;td headers="col1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;Project 3 Literature Search (Out of 15.00)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td headers="col2" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; 15.00&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="oddRow"&gt; &lt;td headers="col1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;Reflection, Responses, Professionalism Points 6 (Out of 20.00)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td headers="col2" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; 20.00&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="evenRow"&gt; &lt;td headers="col1" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;Final Project (Out of 35.00)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td headers="col2" nowrap="nowrap"&gt; 35.00&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr class="footcell"&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img src="https://webct.wsc.edu/web-ct/en/img/shim.gif" alt="" width="1" border="0" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-1215533365037620073?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/1215533365037620073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=1215533365037620073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1215533365037620073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1215533365037620073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesi-did-that.html' title='Yes.....I did that!!!'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-9161215749514508518</id><published>2009-06-23T20:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:48:10.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday thoughts'/><title type='text'>Today's your birthday.......da na na na na na.......</title><content type='html'>So....today, I turn 34.  34!!  Really!  Where did the time go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking on how 20 some years ago, I was complaining to my mom how hot it was and I was waiting for my party to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, 13 years ago...avoiding certain people I worked with so they didn't take me bar hopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just last year, where I spent all day in "labor" to go to the hospital and being sent home with false labor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My how time changes.  How lives change!  How people change! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, we live so happy!  My husband and 2 boys are happy.  They keep the smiles in my face and bring me to a new sense of euphoria.  I can't believe that I am so blessed by my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I look to the future, I do see struggles, but I also know that each day will bring new surprises and a new adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bring on 30 some more years!  Heck....why not more!!  And let the adventure continue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-9161215749514508518?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/9161215749514508518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=9161215749514508518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/9161215749514508518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/9161215749514508518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-your-birthdayda-na-na-na-na-na.html' title='Today&apos;s your birthday.......da na na na na na.......'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-6977963970254353911</id><published>2009-05-10T09:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:06:36.375-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>My son's gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My son has a creative kindergarten teacher.  This morning, he reaches into the fridge and pulls out a bag.  It says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Since it is your day&lt;br /&gt;I have something to say:&lt;br /&gt;Don't lift your head,&lt;br /&gt;Have breakfast in bed!&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to cook!&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to brag,&lt;br /&gt;But it's breakfast in a bag!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Inside the bag, I found: a small can of OJ and a small box of cereal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-6977963970254353911?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/6977963970254353911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=6977963970254353911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6977963970254353911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6977963970254353911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-sons-gift.html' title='My son&apos;s gift'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-2818587098259723986</id><published>2009-04-09T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:18:35.247-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worship'/><title type='text'>Evening Worship</title><content type='html'>He was not afraid. By the door he waited. Black stocking cap and red gloves were on. The blue sweatshirt was freshly put on and with his blue jeans (with the hole in the left knee) and his "church" shoes on. He shouts to me, "Mom, I'm ready." So, my son and I head across the street to go to Thursday church service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's holy week and my son realized that service was on Thursday this week and was eager to go. He loves church. To those who recognize him, know that throughout the service, he will eat his snack and for the remainder of the service....mimic the minister. We are not sure if he finds the man his hero or a future job, but he tries to do all that the minister does. He does as well. Tonight was no different. He watches for the minister to pray. Then my son lifts his hands as though he is blessing all those around him. He listens for the blessing. He watches for the hymns. He asks for help to follow the service in the bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reaches in my purse for "his book", which was meant to be a quick note book to jot down notes, but now has scribbles in it that my son has lovingly put in to help him conduct his own church service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the service, he comments on things that happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sermon right away mom?" &lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you going up (to get your feet washed by the minister)?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I am going to sing.  Is that ok?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They are taking everything off?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, we walked out quiet."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes.  What did you think."&lt;br /&gt;"I liked it.  Thanks mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he is just 5 (yes almost 6).....I do believe that many days, he gets more out of the church service that I do. He reminds me to pray. He reminds me of the passion. He reminds me of the innocence of worship and that no matter how young or old you are, God is listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-2818587098259723986?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/2818587098259723986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=2818587098259723986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/2818587098259723986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/2818587098259723986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2009/04/evening-worship.html' title='Evening Worship'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-7781066739537321356</id><published>2009-03-20T21:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:02:25.195-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Welcome......</title><content type='html'>I'm asking for a prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend A had her baby!!!  She is a bit early, but all seems good.  Her baby was born yesterday 5 pounds, 5.5 ounces, and 18 inches long.  The labor and delivery went very well, and although baby is in the ICU, and they are hoping to bring him home in three or four weeks. As of this morning, they were even thinking of taking him off of the oxygen that he was put on yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep them in your thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats A &amp;amp; E.  Welcome baby E!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-7781066739537321356?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/7781066739537321356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=7781066739537321356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7781066739537321356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7781066739537321356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome.html' title='Welcome......'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-4230156090203708774</id><published>2009-03-15T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:35:09.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>The House in the Meadow</title><content type='html'>My 5 year old loves the book  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The House in the Meadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; (by Shutta Crum) &lt;/span&gt;and tonight, after I finished reading this book to him, he decided to read it to himself.  We caught it on video and thought we would share it with you.  (actual words are listed below).  As you can tell, I use different voices while reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-488d0b5ab4e108d3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D488d0b5ab4e108d3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331192662%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D483D9994FF6DCE7E97D0C914872B47EE77A40F6F.710DB1750205FC59727F115D713A95F3E9EA1B56%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D488d0b5ab4e108d3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1egUm62LsqVjt9ueCF3_qLvjWRI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D488d0b5ab4e108d3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331192662%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D483D9994FF6DCE7E97D0C914872B47EE77A40F6F.710DB1750205FC59727F115D713A95F3E9EA1B56%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D488d0b5ab4e108d3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1egUm62LsqVjt9ueCF3_qLvjWRI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;The House in the Meadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Over in the meadow, it was springtime when.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;a bride and a groom and their best friends 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"And now...." said the couple.  "A house!" said the 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;So they planned though the year, and when spring came again.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Over in the meadow, with a bucket big and fine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;shoveled Charlie with a backhoe and strong diggers 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Dig!" said Charlie.  "We dig," said the 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So they dug and dumped dirt with a bucket big and fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Over in the meadow, beside forms strong and straight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Peter mixed concrete with his messy masons 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Pour!" said Peter.  "We pour," said the 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So they poured the concrete into forms strong and straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Over in the meadow, big carpenter Keven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;sawed up the lumber with his ready team of 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Build!" said Kevin.  "We build," said the 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So they built sturdy walls with carpenter Kevin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Over in the meadow, at the spot marked with sticks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;worked Cindy with a rig and muddy drillers 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Drill!" said Cindy. "We drill," said the 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;So they drilled down for water at the spot marked with sticks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Over in the meadow, with shingles by the drive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;climbed Calvin to the roof with his good roofers 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Hammer!" said Calvin.  "We hammer," said the 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So the hammered on shingles that were stacked by the drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Over in the meadow, putting pipes through the floor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Florence used her wrench and apprentices 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Plumb!" said Florence.  "We plumb," said the 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;So they joined all the pipes going through the new floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Over in the meadow, testing lights carefully,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;wired John the electrician and his trained crew of 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"Connected?" asked John.  "Connected!" said the 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;So they switched on the power in the house carefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Over in the meadow, in the last room to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Kellie rolled on paint with her new helpers 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"Use blue," said Kellie.  "For the baby!" said the 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;So they used blue paint in the last room to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Over in the meadow, to see if everything was done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;came the top town official with Inspector Number 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"Look!" said the husband.  "I'll look," said the 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;So he looked and he listed.  Everything was done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Over in the meadow, by the house, in the sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;waved the wife and the husband and their new little one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;"Home!" said the couple.  "You're home," said everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Then they lived in the meadow, in their house that was done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-4230156090203708774?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=488d0b5ab4e108d3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/4230156090203708774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=4230156090203708774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4230156090203708774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4230156090203708774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2009/03/house-in-meadow.html' title='The House in the Meadow'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-1961266876972514383</id><published>2009-03-08T12:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:12:51.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>And so.....it's almost summer</title><content type='html'>As I reflect on this past year, it's been great!  I really mean it!  Yes, I closed the daycare and moved with my family 2 1/2 hours away....but it has been good.  Through all the chaos and excitement, my family has grown so much....and so have I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that N is already 8 months old.  He is still working on cutting that first tooth, but keeps us all busy with his crawling, grabbing, slobbering, laughing, pulling himself up onto/with, and babble that makes having a baby so rewarding.  He just brings so much joy!  Z adores him still.  They play ball together and Z likes to race around the room just to get N to laugh and chase after him.  If Z could....he would be feeding N and being the parental figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z is almost 6.  He LOVES kindergarten.  Hard to believe that this time last year, we were dealing with potty training issues. (He is doing so much better and only we await the final phase....waking up in the morning dry.)  He is reading and writing!  Yes READING AND WRITING!!!  Yesterday, he made a birthday card for his dad and spelled Happy Birthday Dad the way he thought it should be......&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hppe Birdy Ded&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, as soon as we sounded out the letters, he corrected it all....but it's so amazing to see!  He does look at sounds and think certain letters should be in words that aren't and on occasion, argue with us to have them put in.  If it was only our choice!  =)  He explores life asking questions, excited, and so full of joy....it's great!  A few weeks ago, I took him to Playhouse Disney Live.  He LOVED IT!!!  So excited to see Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck, Handy Manny, and even Tigger.  Twas great!  (Still singing songs around the house).  He is our helper and our big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B still is teaching.  He loves helping out at the college and teaching 2nd grade here in WF.  He has a GREAT class.  He turned the ripe age of 33 this weekend (catching up with me for the few months he does) and he seems blessed to be where he is at.  I think he is really looking forward to some grilling time and I hope to utilize his talents more around the house on some projects.  School will be out soon and we can look forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing good.  I LOVE working with the kids and LOVE seeing them each day.  I'm so glad that I found a new direction to move my life.  This fall, I hope to start taking some classes to get my endorsement to teach.  Not sure how I will do that......but I'm leaning to special education.  We'll see in a few weeks what the college will tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-1961266876972514383?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/1961266876972514383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=1961266876972514383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1961266876972514383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1961266876972514383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-soits-almost-summer.html' title='And so.....it&apos;s almost summer'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-7115365320914091664</id><published>2009-02-13T17:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:27:20.467-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Friday ....... ho...hum....</title><content type='html'>So, it's the day off from school.  I'm not sick.  Boys are not sick.  Not a holiday.  Not a snow day.  Just a day off!  What's the chances?  So, I'm sitting here thinking about my past few weeks.  Some funny stuff.  Here's a highlight of what's been going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Z discovered his shadow.&lt;br /&gt;2. N laughing and smiling at the slightest smile from his older brother.&lt;br /&gt;3. The "big" storm only brought cold air and a little wind, but absolutely no snow!&lt;br /&gt;4. Z has changed his career in life to a Elementary School Secretary and can answer the phone and call on the intercom just perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;5. N is still scooting backwards, but can get up on all 4's and rock back and forth.  So close!&lt;br /&gt;6. Z did get quite a stash of Valentine's Party goodies!  And he is "willing" to share&lt;br /&gt;7. Getting prepared for going back to college is a challenge.  I'm out of my game.&lt;br /&gt;8. B is enjoying the day off.  Even got to ride in the parent's new "toy".  Z was so concerned that it didn't work on Sunday.  B had to take him out to show him that the fix-it man did come.  =)&lt;br /&gt;9. Laundry does pile up quickly.  Much quicker with another person in the house.&lt;br /&gt;10. A day at home is so relaxing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-7115365320914091664?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/7115365320914091664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=7115365320914091664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7115365320914091664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7115365320914091664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-hohum.html' title='Friday ....... ho...hum....'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-9046347151699290228</id><published>2009-02-01T14:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:08:25.459-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Bad Hair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 7-month old during his bath.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SYYBF3MyXBI/AAAAAAAAArs/3u-7Pv0g1BE/s1600-h/Fuzzy+hair+nate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SYYBF3MyXBI/AAAAAAAAArs/3u-7Pv0g1BE/s400/Fuzzy+hair+nate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297923211876523026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-9046347151699290228?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/9046347151699290228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=9046347151699290228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/9046347151699290228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/9046347151699290228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad Hair Day'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SYYBF3MyXBI/AAAAAAAAArs/3u-7Pv0g1BE/s72-c/Fuzzy+hair+nate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-1030522424279249942</id><published>2009-01-21T20:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:36:25.259-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellen'/><title type='text'>I love Jesus but.....</title><content type='html'>This is Ellen DeGeneres's show.  She calls a lady in Austin, TX and......just watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/83JDXXKzOXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-1030522424279249942?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/1030522424279249942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=1030522424279249942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1030522424279249942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1030522424279249942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-jesus-but.html' title='I love Jesus but.....'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-767705152927510577</id><published>2009-01-20T22:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:20:27.769-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inauguration'/><title type='text'>Jan 20, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A GREAT day in history!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SXae_f6B0YI/AAAAAAAAApE/kz7ydrfp9aI/s1600-h/inauguration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 444px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SXae_f6B0YI/AAAAAAAAApE/kz7ydrfp9aI/s400/inauguration.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293593225754431874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SXaiSnrLyZI/AAAAAAAAApc/OjjdVpAr8OM/s1600-h/ap_obama_oath_090120_ssh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SXaiSnrLyZI/AAAAAAAAApc/OjjdVpAr8OM/s400/ap_obama_oath_090120_ssh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293596852792052114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change has come......and a wonderful day for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-767705152927510577?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/767705152927510577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=767705152927510577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/767705152927510577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/767705152927510577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2009/01/jan-20-2009.html' title='Jan 20, 2009'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SXae_f6B0YI/AAAAAAAAApE/kz7ydrfp9aI/s72-c/inauguration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-4034736532242175863</id><published>2009-01-02T21:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:03:43.364-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>fun pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fun pictures of the boys over Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SV7i0pdOsnI/AAAAAAAAAo8/VHZ_NG5fpaI/s1600-h/SD+Pictures+with+boys+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SV7i0pdOsnI/AAAAAAAAAo8/VHZ_NG5fpaI/s200/SD+Pictures+with+boys+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286912406689067634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SV7i0df6N7I/AAAAAAAAAo0/lIX9km1LEFk/s1600-h/SD+Pictures+with+boys+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SV7i0df6N7I/AAAAAAAAAo0/lIX9km1LEFk/s200/SD+Pictures+with+boys+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286912403479082930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SV7izB_c8NI/AAAAAAAAAok/bYgnlQVB-V0/s1600-h/Nate+in+Saucer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SV7izB_c8NI/AAAAAAAAAok/bYgnlQVB-V0/s200/Nate+in+Saucer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286912378915320018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SV7iz7huo5I/AAAAAAAAAos/p4BSaEDB0VM/s1600-h/SD+Pictures+with+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SV7iz7huo5I/AAAAAAAAAos/p4BSaEDB0VM/s200/SD+Pictures+with+boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286912394359907218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SV7iy5CJyoI/AAAAAAAAAoc/SxGFYyyg5Hw/s1600-h/Zach+Husker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SV7iy5CJyoI/AAAAAAAAAoc/SxGFYyyg5Hw/s200/Zach+Husker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286912376510728834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-4034736532242175863?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/4034736532242175863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=4034736532242175863&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4034736532242175863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4034736532242175863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-pictures.html' title='fun pictures'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SV7i0pdOsnI/AAAAAAAAAo8/VHZ_NG5fpaI/s72-c/SD+Pictures+with+boys+%284%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-2828457145322531051</id><published>2009-01-02T21:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:15:55.076-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ball'/><title type='text'>Laugh at the ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My son (6 months old) discovered a lot about a ball today.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;discovered&lt;/span&gt; that they roll, bounce, and move really fast.  Most of all, he discovered that they are funny.  So funny that they make all around laugh really, really hard!  I thought I would share our pictures and video.  We were rolling at his innocent fun!  =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SV7XjCrPm1I/AAAAAAAAAoU/zOrWPvNZVEY/s1600-h/Nate+and+the+ball+pictures+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SV7XjCrPm1I/AAAAAAAAAoU/zOrWPvNZVEY/s200/Nate+and+the+ball+pictures+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286900009593183058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SV7XilaXgUI/AAAAAAAAAoM/qnJZ221B_hI/s1600-h/Nate+and+the+ball+pictures+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SV7XilaXgUI/AAAAAAAAAoM/qnJZ221B_hI/s200/Nate+and+the+ball+pictures+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286900001737769282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Hello 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a great picture of my boys.  Both are so happy and we feel so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SUc-yp0XmzI/AAAAAAAAAn8/A7FrHWA84a0/s1600-h/Zach+and+Nate+Christmas+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SUc-yp0XmzI/AAAAAAAAAn8/A7FrHWA84a0/s320/Zach+and+Nate+Christmas+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280258128055081778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we head into 2009, My husband and I need to stop and count our blessings. &lt;br /&gt;It has been quite a year! &lt;br /&gt;We have survived:&lt;br /&gt; a dream job interview/process&lt;br /&gt;selling our house&lt;br /&gt;buying a house&lt;br /&gt;having another baby&lt;br /&gt;moving&lt;br /&gt;remodeling our new house&lt;br /&gt;starting new jobs&lt;br /&gt;older son starting kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;daycare for the baby&lt;br /&gt;directing a play for the first time&lt;br /&gt;finding another new daycare for the baby&lt;br /&gt;blizzard conditions in small town NE&lt;br /&gt;And the holidays (which its amazing anyone survives)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel very, very blessed with all our family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your support, prayers, and encouragement throughout 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-4142286214613966012?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/4142286214613966012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=4142286214613966012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4142286214613966012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4142286214613966012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-2008-hello-2009.html' title='Goodbye 2008.  Hello 2009!'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SUc-yp0XmzI/AAAAAAAAAn8/A7FrHWA84a0/s72-c/Zach+and+Nate+Christmas+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-2543095997017556512</id><published>2008-12-29T12:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:47:17.516-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='findings'/><title type='text'>Things I learned over the past week....</title><content type='html'>I have realized that Christmas is a time of giving, a time of love, and a time of innocence.  But...I learned a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I learned:&lt;br /&gt;1. Boys like to play boy things.&lt;br /&gt;2. One does not share their Husker toys.&lt;br /&gt;3. Not all gatherings are fun.&lt;br /&gt;4. Babies teething during the holidays really puts a damper on things.&lt;br /&gt;5. Santa does come to the house, but the excitement isn't always there.&lt;br /&gt;6. Christmas goodies disappear quite quickly.&lt;br /&gt;7. Laundry piles up fast.&lt;br /&gt;8. It's amazing how quickly friends come for a visit then have to go home.&lt;br /&gt;9. 5 boys, 1 girl, and 2 babies sure can make a mess!&lt;br /&gt;10. 1 evening out without the kids is not enough.  I need another night!&lt;br /&gt;11.  Cleaning up the toy mess isn't as bad as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;12. Waking up in the morning is nice when you don't have to go back to work till 1/5/08.&lt;br /&gt;13. Looking forward to more time relaxing!&lt;br /&gt;14. Small town after  Christmas sales isn't as stressful as it would be in the big city.&lt;br /&gt;15. A smile or laugh from one of my sons goes a very long way!&lt;br /&gt;16. A few hours of fun in the snow brings memories that last a long time!&lt;br /&gt;17. Looking forward to the thaw more!&lt;br /&gt;18. Amazed on how we survived the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;19. Ready to take down the decorations more this year than previous.&lt;br /&gt;20.  I really love all 3 of my boys....and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; them even more after this past holiday.&lt;br /&gt;21.  2 year old girls can sit if they with the right person to sit with.&lt;br /&gt;22. Crawling babies move quickly.&lt;br /&gt;23. Pictures from the past are precious commodities.&lt;br /&gt;24. Still missing the Baby Einstin movie box.&lt;br /&gt;25. Melting snow is a blessed sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a great Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-2543095997017556512?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/2543095997017556512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=2543095997017556512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/2543095997017556512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/2543095997017556512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-i-learned-over-past-week.html' title='Things I learned over the past week....'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-6480902366598762731</id><published>2008-12-26T14:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:37:00.771-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa'/><title type='text'>Silly Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, today my son and I went after Christmas shopping to catch some deals.  One of the stops was the local jeweler, so they could check my ring and make sure all was ok.  While they were taking care of my ring, another jeweler was asking my son some questions (conversation as follows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you have a good Christmas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Yes, I did"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did Santa come to your house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did he bring?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"An Airplane."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anything else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"He gave me a train track.  But he was too lazy to set the whole thing up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-6480902366598762731?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/6480902366598762731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=6480902366598762731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6480902366598762731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6480902366598762731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/12/silly-santa.html' title='Silly Santa'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-5813135147744516745</id><published>2008-12-21T19:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:38:29.061-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Straight No Chaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Donna/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Last Christmas, my friend, M, posted a link to this group.  It was so cool.  I went back recently and found this Christmas song link was gone.....so I searched for another.  It's below.  The song is cool and all done acapella.   Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Straight No Chaser: The 12 Days Of Christmas&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3qcAVE1dRk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3qcAVE1dRk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Donna/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-5813135147744516745?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/5813135147744516745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=5813135147744516745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5813135147744516745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5813135147744516745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/12/straight-no-chaser.html' title='Straight No Chaser'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-160030015766556266</id><published>2008-12-14T14:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:17:51.803-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mullins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuppie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screendoor'/><title type='text'>Screendoor on a submarine</title><content type='html'>I was checking out my brother-in-law's blog and he had a Rich Mullins clip. Well....I thought, "why not go searching".  So, I did.  I found the cuppie game we used to play at camp.  For you former NLOMers....You might find this interesting.  I've done this many times.......I have never seen this clip before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lZzp1u1PDQ&amp;amp;eurl=http://nachfolge.blogspot.com/&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Rich Mullins and the cuppie game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-160030015766556266?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/160030015766556266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=160030015766556266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/160030015766556266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/160030015766556266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/12/screendoor-on-submarine.html' title='Screendoor on a submarine'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-5059553886796900251</id><published>2008-12-05T20:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:19:04.557-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thoughts for December 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0rYIxaK3fg/STkTIc6r4mI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bREuW8rX3U0/s1600-h/awakening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276269474363466338" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 234px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R0rYIxaK3fg/STkTIc6r4mI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bREuW8rX3U0/s320/awakening.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I check out the blogs of my family and friends and caught this picture.  Isn't it just so sweet and innocent (just like me).  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;We haven't blogged much lately.  After the past few months of stressful planning and such for the One Act Play Competitions, our older son's activities, school functions/activities, Learning Community weekends, visiting family in SD, keeping from being exhausted with a baby, move, new jobs, bills, and all the things that go with family, I was eager to find a picture to calm my nerves and help me come to a sense of peace.  This picture hit home.  Just a simple set of flowers.  Nothing too fancy and yet so soothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;To those who are curious as to what's been going on.  You will find our Christmas letter packed to the rim.  But to say the least, things are good.  It's nice to know that there are simple things in life to keep us calm in the midst of all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; and bring us all back to sense of reality.  Life goes on.....even though it is among the noise, the whistles/bells, and all the things that gets thrown at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-5059553886796900251?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/5059553886796900251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=5059553886796900251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5059553886796900251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5059553886796900251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/12/thoughts-for-december-5.html' title='Thoughts for December 5'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_R0rYIxaK3fg/STkTIc6r4mI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bREuW8rX3U0/s72-c/awakening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-1448580275094457395</id><published>2008-12-05T19:19:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:05:38.443-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bon Jovi'/><title type='text'>A FUN thought for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My friend posted on his blog about his son singing along to one of his favorite songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://lutheranhusker.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-i-feel-fine.html"&gt;Lutheran Husker&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It reminded me of my son and husband and I on our way back home from a trip to Omaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;about a month ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We had the radio turned up as loud as we could with this song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/STnc2q7sOwI/AAAAAAAAAgU/09MRGi3EoNU/s1600-h/bj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/STnc2q7sOwI/AAAAAAAAAgU/09MRGi3EoNU/s320/bj.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276491270236945154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6s4xQ6dqdhQ"&gt;Bon Jovi - Lost Highway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;I was SO VERY happy and proud!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Not only had my 5 year old requested the song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but he sang almost every word of the song and at the top of his lungs with both of his parents.&lt;br /&gt;Goosebumps and chills just made me want to savor the moment forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;My husband says that I will burn in hell for teaching my son these songs,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm willing to take my chances!  =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-1448580275094457395?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/1448580275094457395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=1448580275094457395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1448580275094457395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1448580275094457395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/12/bon-jovi-lost-highway.html' title='A FUN thought for the day'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/STnc2q7sOwI/AAAAAAAAAgU/09MRGi3EoNU/s72-c/bj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-9181038452283517090</id><published>2008-11-09T08:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:11:34.931-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercial'/><title type='text'>Kid Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;A fifth grade teacher in a Christian       school asked her class to look at TV commercials and see if they could       use them in some way to communicate ideas  about God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;       BAYER ASPIRIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:black;" &gt;       He works miracles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 0, 127);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 0, 127); font-style: italic;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;God is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:black;" &gt;       a FORD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;color:black;"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;color:black;"  &gt;       &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He's got a better idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 65);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 65); font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 65);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 65); font-style: italic;"&gt;God is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:black;" &gt;       COKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:black;" &gt;       He's the  real thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                            &lt;p class="EC_ecmsonormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 194, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 194, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;God is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   HALLMARK CARDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He cares enough to send His very best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_ecmsonormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;God is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   TIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He gets the stains out that others leave behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 255);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;GENERAL ELECTRIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   He  brings good things to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_ecmsonormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He has everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_ecmsonormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Alka-Seltzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Try Him, you'll like Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_ecmsonormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Scotch Tape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   You can't see Him, but you know He's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_ecmsonormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:black;"   &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DELTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;       He's ready when you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_ecmsonormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 194, 129);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 194, 129); font-style: italic;"&gt;God is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_ecmsonormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Allstate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_ecmsonormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're in good hands with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_ecmsonormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 0, 224);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(224, 0, 224); font-style: italic;"&gt;God is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VO-5 Hair Spray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He holds through all kinds of weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="EC_ecmsonormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 160, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 160, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;God is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;color:black;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;color:black;" &gt;Dial Soap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Aren't you  glad you have Him?  Don't you wish everybody did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_ecmsonormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color:purple;" &gt;God is like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color:black;" &gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;color:black;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; POST OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;   Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet nor ice will keep Him from His       appointed destination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;color:blue;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="EC_ecmsonormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;color:navy;" &gt;God is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";color:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;color:black;" &gt; &lt;span class="EC_ececyshortcuts"&gt;Chevrolet&lt;/span&gt;. . . .the heart beat of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="EC_ecmsonormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;color:maroon;" &gt;God is like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Maxwell House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_ecmsonormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Good to the very last drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";color:red;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;color:red;" &gt;God is like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; He is the quicker picker upper...&lt;br /&gt;can handle tough jobs and He won't fall apart on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-9181038452283517090?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/9181038452283517090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=9181038452283517090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/9181038452283517090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/9181038452283517090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/11/kid-funnies.html' title='Kid Funnies'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-5489372537461640086</id><published>2008-11-04T22:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:51:41.472-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election 2008'/><title type='text'>Election 2008</title><content type='html'>abcnews.com as of 10:52 11/4/08:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SREleQ3n_aI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ccFd2cex3Pk/s1600-h/president3_081104_xwide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SREleQ3n_aI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ccFd2cex3Pk/s320/president3_081104_xwide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265030641227398562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;msnbc.com as of 10:51 pm 11/4/08: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="story hed-6col textFX-up4 textFX-center"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27531033/"&gt;OBAMA WINS PRESIDENCY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="story hed-6col textFX-center"&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27531033/"&gt;Projections put Democrat over 270 electoral votes, making him nation's first African-American president&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;cbsnews.com&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; as of 10:54 pm 11/4/08: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SRElzpAwHEI/AAAAAAAAAgM/9lvRflc9Wao/s1600-h/image4571353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SRElzpAwHEI/AAAAAAAAAgM/9lvRflc9Wao/s320/image4571353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265031008485383234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is a good day!  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3716145405102664189-5489372537461640086?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/5489372537461640086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=5489372537461640086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5489372537461640086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5489372537461640086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-2008.html' title='Election 2008'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SREleQ3n_aI/AAAAAAAAAgE/ccFd2cex3Pk/s72-c/president3_081104_xwide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-1534574484758454146</id><published>2008-10-29T22:12:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:52:54.468-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween 2008'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SQkmy8XAWWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/9jOoqr4kWbA/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SQkmy8XAWWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/9jOoqr4kWbA/s320/Halloween+2008+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262780296197069154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SQkm0G28JnI/AAAAAAAAAfE/3Zg2WvlskW8/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SQkm0G28JnI/AAAAAAAAAfE/3Zg2WvlskW8/s320/Halloween+2008+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262780316195235442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, having kids are fun.  Especially, when you can dress them up in cute outfits and make them pose for pictures.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SQkm0QXnxUI/AAAAAAAAAfM/SthVs5MgAgE/s1600-h/Buzz+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SQkm0QXnxUI/AAAAAAAAAfM/SthVs5MgAgE/s320/Buzz+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262780318748230978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SQkmza6wyKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/4C0HVQGh1LA/s1600-h/Nate+Pumpkin+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SQkmza6wyKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/4C0HVQGh1LA/s320/Nate+Pumpkin+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262780304400107682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And carving pumpkins is fun too!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SQzjPcbzOlI/AAAAAAAAAfU/OZUxDkvw3jo/s1600-h/Carving+Pumpkins+2008+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SQzjPcbzOlI/AAAAAAAAAfU/OZUxDkvw3jo/s320/Carving+Pumpkins+2008+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263831918959606354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SQzl1FW9HdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/gAx_gwL2hgI/s1600-h/Carving+Pumpkins+2008+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SQzl1FW9HdI/AAAAAAAAAf0/gAx_gwL2hgI/s320/Carving+Pumpkins+2008+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263834764623551954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Halloween here and gone, we have learned a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make sure you explain to your kids how much candy is ok to give to each kid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad he's not in charge of our bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The icky, slimy stuff inside the pumpkin is lots of fun to laugh at, especially when you make funny noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Babies don't like costumes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Going Trick-or-Treating is not as much fun as handing out the candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  5 year old boys do know how to open the M&amp;amp;Ms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Halloween is not just for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Candy is more fun to share than to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Daylight savings time coming after Halloween makes for more candy giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Doorbells and bedtime don't mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  It's way more fun to be a kid during Halloween than an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SQzjQie2aUI/AAAAAAAAAfk/mNN4UtNKDGA/s1600-h/Pumpkins+2008+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SQzjQie2aUI/AAAAAAAAAfk/mNN4UtNKDGA/s320/Pumpkins+2008+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263831937762879810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a happy and fun Halloween.  Send us pictures when you have a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-1534574484758454146?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/1534574484758454146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=1534574484758454146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1534574484758454146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1534574484758454146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-2008.html' title='Halloween 2008'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SQkmy8XAWWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/9jOoqr4kWbA/s72-c/Halloween+2008+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-1264340225114521743</id><published>2008-10-22T20:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:21:10.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNL'/><title type='text'>Palin on SNL</title><content type='html'>Another funny SNL.  Too cute not to post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/gov-palin-cold-open/773761/"&gt;Sarah Palin on SNL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-1264340225114521743?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/1264340225114521743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=1264340225114521743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1264340225114521743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1264340225114521743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/10/sarah-palin-on-snl.html' title='Palin on SNL'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-8879796950003962641</id><published>2008-10-20T17:55:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:54:24.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balloon fun'/><title type='text'>More Hot Air Balloon Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some more pictures and video of the awesome weekend.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0gpLirMwI/AAAAAAAAAec/eD2wLxY1VIE/s1600-h/Balloons+2008+%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0gpLirMwI/AAAAAAAAAec/eD2wLxY1VIE/s320/Balloons+2008+%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259395831683560194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="506" height="420" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-69104c5bd20f05ab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D69104c5bd20f05ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331192662%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D495EE99BA7436639143579C9372F86106CF1DC39.609EC0AD66B2DE0A6B6C61DD208E4CD8130FEE49%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D69104c5bd20f05ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ5NMELfxOmU8F2S9yZcEly8wOTk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="506" height="420" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D69104c5bd20f05ab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331192662%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D495EE99BA7436639143579C9372F86106CF1DC39.609EC0AD66B2DE0A6B6C61DD208E4CD8130FEE49%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D69104c5bd20f05ab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ5NMELfxOmU8F2S9yZcEly8wOTk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0gpv5mSoI/AAAAAAAAAek/l_jWLs93R6w/s1600-h/Balloons+2008+%2817%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0gpv5mSoI/AAAAAAAAAek/l_jWLs93R6w/s320/Balloons+2008+%2817%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259395841443383938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Blowing up the balloon.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0gqK8wusI/AAAAAAAAAes/ft2PHGt5z5Y/s1600-h/Balloons+2008+%2818%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0gqK8wusI/AAAAAAAAAes/ft2PHGt5z5Y/s320/Balloons+2008+%2818%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259395848704408258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0dRccS6II/AAAAAAAAAd0/kq4wTkBWhZg/s1600-h/Balloons+2008+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0dRccS6II/AAAAAAAAAd0/kq4wTkBWhZg/s320/Balloons+2008+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259392125368461442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0dROBQhyI/AAAAAAAAAds/qKX5YV8qf9o/s1600-h/Balloons+2008+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0dROBQhyI/AAAAAAAAAds/qKX5YV8qf9o/s320/Balloons+2008+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259392121496962850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;To watching many other balloons launch into the evening sky......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0dRwPbQXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/A_rlBAeOLbA/s1600-h/Balloons+2008+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0dRwPbQXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/A_rlBAeOLbA/s320/Balloons+2008+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259392130683191666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0dSLPK_9I/AAAAAAAAAeE/qaLkkj5J2OY/s1600-h/Balloons+2008+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0dSLPK_9I/AAAAAAAAAeE/qaLkkj5J2OY/s320/Balloons+2008+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259392137929883602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0dSavPYOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/O5AOoq0qd6Y/s1600-h/Balloons+2008+%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0dSavPYOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/O5AOoq0qd6Y/s320/Balloons+2008+%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259392142090920162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0goxpx9KI/AAAAAAAAAeU/n4fva1_AwnA/s1600-h/Balloons+2008+%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0goxpx9KI/AAAAAAAAAeU/n4fva1_AwnA/s320/Balloons+2008+%2815%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259395824734041250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0dSavPYOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/O5AOoq0qd6Y/s1600-h/Balloons+2008+%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;object width="437" height="364" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9593f93e1baac3e2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9593f93e1baac3e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331192662%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F111C07296169E52A117B73732947DBEC3E225A.608BEC924E08F9E315F796595ADD019B6C9A98D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9593f93e1baac3e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmrJz9_QBvu9edj2TycLM2Mhnjiw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="437" height="364" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9593f93e1baac3e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331192662%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F111C07296169E52A117B73732947DBEC3E225A.608BEC924E08F9E315F796595ADD019B6C9A98D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9593f93e1baac3e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmrJz9_QBvu9edj2TycLM2Mhnjiw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;To watching the balloonists light up the sky....Listen close for the background music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too windy to actually put the balloons on, so they just used their burners.  This is the first time they have ever done a "night glow" to music - it was totally unrehearsed.  A little background info for you . . . we were told the burners put out enough heat to heat an entire house in about 4 SECONDS!  I got a little warm taking the video!&lt;br /&gt;They kept saying, balloonist are special people.&lt;br /&gt;All are afraid of heights and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;are pyromaniacs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Twas lots and lots of fun!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-8879796950003962641?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=69104c5bd20f05ab&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9593f93e1baac3e2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/8879796950003962641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=8879796950003962641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8879796950003962641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8879796950003962641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-balloon-weekend-was-lots-of-fun.html' title='More Hot Air Balloon Pictures'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SP0gpLirMwI/AAAAAAAAAec/eD2wLxY1VIE/s72-c/Balloons+2008+%2816%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-7624988345171093911</id><published>2008-10-17T17:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T18:03:45.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balloon fun'/><title type='text'>Hot Air Balloon Fun</title><content type='html'>So, in WF - each year, they have a Hot Air Balloon weekend.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPkYjfeiT3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/licAdVw1Yks/s1600-h/Hot+Air+Balloon+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPkYjfeiT3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/licAdVw1Yks/s320/Hot+Air+Balloon+2008+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258261037955829618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;15-20 hot air balloons appear in the town and they make a big weekend of it.  This year, there will be 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today being the Friday of the fun events, they set up a balloon and launched it right before the entire Elementary School.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPkYj3_pXgI/AAAAAAAAAdc/WnXj21F1--o/s1600-h/Hot+Air+Balloon+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPkYj3_pXgI/AAAAAAAAAdc/WnXj21F1--o/s320/Hot+Air+Balloon+2008+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258261044537155074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I have ever seen a balloon from start to lift off.  It is quite amazing.  I thought I would share.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPkYkfh40uI/AAAAAAAAAdk/JFOftPZ5Q88/s1600-h/Hot+Air+Balloon+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPkYkfh40uI/AAAAAAAAAdk/JFOftPZ5Q88/s320/Hot+Air+Balloon+2008+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258261055149757154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, my husband and son head to the sight to see all 15 balloons lift off.  It will be nice to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-7624988345171093911?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/7624988345171093911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=7624988345171093911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7624988345171093911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7624988345171093911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/10/hot-air-balloon-fun.html' title='Hot Air Balloon Fun'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPkYjfeiT3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/licAdVw1Yks/s72-c/Hot+Air+Balloon+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-8812421935079111946</id><published>2008-10-12T14:48:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:57:30.008-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Fey or Palin???</title><content type='html'>I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SNL&lt;/span&gt; is still funny at times. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPJpvuVYtEI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-gMnNKoMe2M/s1600-h/fey-palin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPJpvuVYtEI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-gMnNKoMe2M/s320/fey-palin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256379983707288642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have taped the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SNL&lt;/span&gt; and caught the&lt;br /&gt;Tina Fey's interpretations of the Republican VP candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/palin-hillary-open/656281/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SNL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; and Clinton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPJbmZm6n6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/kiQc4O61tWI/s1600-h/SNL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPJbmZm6n6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/kiQc4O61tWI/s320/SNL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256364430362058658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/vp-debate-open-palin-biden/727421/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SNL&lt;/span&gt; VP Debate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then....I found this....&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.236.com/video/2008/watch_vp_debate_in_a_minute_9334.php"&gt;VP debate in 1 minute&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/couric-palin-open/704042/"&gt;SNL Palin interview with Katie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPJpv0jagrI/AAAAAAAAAdM/_DcWyE1k3oY/s1600-h/palin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPJpv0jagrI/AAAAAAAAAdM/_DcWyE1k3oY/s320/palin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256379985376740018" 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/3716145405102664189-8812421935079111946?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/8812421935079111946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=8812421935079111946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8812421935079111946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8812421935079111946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/10/fey-for-vp.html' title='Fey or Palin???'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPJpvuVYtEI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-gMnNKoMe2M/s72-c/fey-palin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-7424253550974568608</id><published>2008-10-12T14:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:31:36.012-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute things'/><title type='text'>Brothers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I hear other people talk about siblings and how "different" they are.&lt;br /&gt;I looked even on my blog and found proof of these differences in my own 2 boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPJP6Pa7MnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/EKfxQmhcbRo/s1600-h/Husker+Nate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPJP6Pa7MnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/EKfxQmhcbRo/s320/Husker+Nate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256351577085260402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;N at 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPJP6bRXCGI/AAAAAAAAAck/3euhEIv-Lvc/s1600-h/Zach+3+months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPJP6bRXCGI/AAAAAAAAAck/3euhEIv-Lvc/s320/Zach+3+months.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256351580266367074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Z at 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hard to believe sometimes that they are related.&lt;br /&gt;Can you see it?  One is happy and the other one is an actor. &lt;br /&gt;Funny how that works?!?!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-7424253550974568608?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/7424253550974568608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=7424253550974568608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7424253550974568608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7424253550974568608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/10/brothers.html' title='Brothers?'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPJP6Pa7MnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/EKfxQmhcbRo/s72-c/Husker+Nate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-6189132983412056619</id><published>2008-10-11T21:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:54:16.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Saturday</title><content type='html'>So, it was a fun day at our house.  Woke up and dressed in Husker Red.  Then had a dickens of a time getting the boys to sit and smile together. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPFlacEwn0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/e433xsRqKkQ/s1600-h/Husker+Boys+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPFlacEwn0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/e433xsRqKkQ/s320/Husker+Boys+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256093745005240130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;N got this adoreable outfit from our friends (Thanks M, K, T, &amp;amp; B --- it finally fits and is not too warm outside to put it on!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPFlaM9iObI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NNAnCuh8dLo/s1600-h/Husker+Boys+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPFlaM9iObI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NNAnCuh8dLo/s320/Husker+Boys+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256093740948404658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPFlZoJmTNI/AAAAAAAAAbk/B-ya_MgVYNM/s1600-h/Husker+Boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPFlZoJmTNI/AAAAAAAAAbk/B-ya_MgVYNM/s320/Husker+Boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256093731066891474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave up with the group shot, and just went for the individual ones.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPFlayNiitI/AAAAAAAAAb8/enD2lR83JMA/s1600-h/Husker+Nate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPFlayNiitI/AAAAAAAAAb8/enD2lR83JMA/s320/Husker+Nate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256093750947646162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the Huskers lost the game.....it was a good day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPFla9OZTxI/AAAAAAAAAcE/aRw1XM1HRBw/s1600-h/Husker+Zach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPFla9OZTxI/AAAAAAAAAcE/aRw1XM1HRBw/s320/Husker+Zach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256093753904025362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, Z is wearing one of my sweat shirts.  He was in a goofy mood and thought it would be funny to put it on.  No problem!  Just had to get the camera!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-6189132983412056619?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/6189132983412056619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=6189132983412056619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6189132983412056619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6189132983412056619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/10/football-saturday.html' title='Football Saturday'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPFlacEwn0I/AAAAAAAAAb0/e433xsRqKkQ/s72-c/Husker+Boys+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-556704191503129442</id><published>2008-10-07T21:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:33:43.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SOwb2g9bP5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/364NAiWkiI4/s1600-h/exhausted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SOwb2g9bP5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/364NAiWkiI4/s320/exhausted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254605488608984978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Boy has these weeks been quite busy.  The past weekend was strange and hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Day after Parent/Teacher conferences.  Husband working all day till 9 pm.  So Friday was a day off for us all.  So, around the house, I got lots done.  He worked on getting ready for the weekend class.  And boys just "chilled" all day long.  Great day!  Then we got the call from Husband's dad.  He needed some help with an errand.  In the process, husband's mom was feeling quite sick on Friday.  So, I came to hang out with her, just in case, while the men ran the errand.  (Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa D watched the boys).  Long story short....Grandma J ended up in the hospital.  She had surgery today, all ok.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; word around 4:45 that she was out and all seems better.  Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers.  Even though it was a "minor" surgery, it's good to know that she is feeling better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Saturday, after Z and I got back from visiting Grandma in the hospital, it was such a great day to go to the park.  I needed to get out and Z needed some attention and to be out as well.  So, I mentioned to him if he wanted to ask Grandma D and Grandpa D to come too.  He was so excited.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So, we spent some time at the park, came back....made supper and then played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Candyland&lt;/span&gt;.  Glad for the peaceful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday, we had church and Z had his first gymnastics class (kindergarten teacher from school decided to start one up this year).  And we were running a bit so life was still hectic.  In the afternoon/evening (after gymnastics) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Z and I had to make 40 cookies for snack for Monday.  He was beside himself with excitement and I was a bit overwhelmed when the weekend was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  Then, husband was on his way home, the car started smoking.  He noticed things not quite right on his way down Friday night and asked a friend (facilitator he works with) to follow him home.  Got to almost WP and he had to pull over due to the smoke.  So, Last night, hubby and his dad went to get it.  In a down-pour, they got the car on the trailer and moved to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mechanic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This week, I have had meetings for the One-Act (cast list is up and starting to schedule practices) and I pray for patience these coming weeks to be able to keep calm, find the things I need for props and costumes, and be able to direct the kiddos in the right direction....and keep my sanity and joy of being a mom and wife.  Shall be an interesting 6 weeks ahead.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....that's life in our world.  Hope all is well with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-556704191503129442?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/556704191503129442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=556704191503129442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/556704191503129442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/556704191503129442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend.html' title='Weekend??'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SOwb2g9bP5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/364NAiWkiI4/s72-c/exhausted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-768917356473984257</id><published>2008-09-20T08:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:34:51.982-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>A better week with a great weekend ahead!</title><content type='html'>This week was pretty good, but compared to last, it was heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I had a sick husband, which meant being a "single" mom for a bit and I was helping get substitute plans and things to the sub in his 2nd grade room.  A bit hectic but I survived.&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was tough.  Things in my classroom were just crazy and after a day like that....I needed time to myself.  Only after about 1/2 hour of clearing my brain (which wasn't enough time), my husband left for the weekend.  Yep...to LC to put on his facilitator hat.  Thankfully, he was only gone for 1 night and the next night he was back.  Picking up my feet and putting on my "git-r-done" hat, I got some things put on the walls, cleaned some rooms and brought myself back out of my slump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPJRNLi9nrI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0vvejrqIaVg/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPJRNLi9nrI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0vvejrqIaVg/s320/dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256353001974374066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a new start to this week.  Still hectic and can't believe that I survived it at times, but glad to have experienced it.&lt;br /&gt;     * Mon-Wed both my husband and I had after school meetings.&lt;br /&gt;     * We got a new water softener put in.  The other one overflowed over our floor before church 2 weeks ago.  So, we decided that enough was enough. We are now renting a NEW one.  If there are any problems, we don't pay the bill.  We are like that much better.&lt;br /&gt;     * I have been going into some classrooms and helping out.  It's been so much fun and so challenging at the same time.  The kids are great and I get to see other teaching styles.  Fun for me and I learn things too.&lt;br /&gt;     * My husband and his dad cut our mop boards a few weeks back.  But because of the hubby being sick and things last week....we didn't do anything more with them till this week.  Now they are totally stained and varnished.  Husband put them up, just have a few minor things and the living room/dining room will be done.&lt;br /&gt;     * Behind on laundry and need to really clean the bathroom and vacuum.  Shall be a busy day, but glad that I can get things done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, I have discovered that our son N is a bit ticklish.  He breaks out (most of the time) when I rub his tummy or sides.  I looked this morning and his eye lashes are not only getting darker, but long like his big brother's.  So they do have something in common. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband is emptying the dishwasher, so I better go and get something to eat to start my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, our friends B,S,M,M are coming.  Baby M is being baptized and we are excited to be a part of it.  Z is excited to see M and play with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love weekends like this.  Relaxing and not too crammed with things.  Love the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-768917356473984257?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/768917356473984257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=768917356473984257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/768917356473984257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/768917356473984257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/09/better-week-with-great-weekend-ahead.html' title='A better week with a great weekend ahead!'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SPJRNLi9nrI/AAAAAAAAAc0/0vvejrqIaVg/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-7935231587800144776</id><published>2008-09-13T17:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:49:30.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my boys and a picture like this explains it all.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SMxDVD2yg3I/AAAAAAAAAbU/jInJXS1Luzc/s1600-h/Nate+and+Zach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SMxDVD2yg3I/AAAAAAAAAbU/jInJXS1Luzc/s320/Nate+and+Zach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245641695071208306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-7935231587800144776?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/7935231587800144776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=7935231587800144776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7935231587800144776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7935231587800144776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/09/boys.html' title='boys'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SMxDVD2yg3I/AAAAAAAAAbU/jInJXS1Luzc/s72-c/Nate+and+Zach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-9080807834678461918</id><published>2008-09-12T18:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:40:42.017-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;The other night I was invited out for a night with the&lt;br /&gt;'girls.'  I told my husband that I would be home by&lt;br /&gt;midnight, 'I promise!'  Well, the hours passed and&lt;br /&gt;the margaritas went down way too easily.  Around 3 am, a&lt;br /&gt;bit loaded, I headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;started up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuckooed&lt;/span&gt; 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuckooed&lt;/span&gt; another 9 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a&lt;br /&gt;quick-witted solution, in order to escape a possible&lt;br /&gt;conflict with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Even when totally smashed... 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos&lt;br /&gt;totals = 12 cuckoos MIDNIGHT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I&lt;br /&gt;told him 'MIDNIGHT'. He didn't seem pissed off in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, I got away with that one!  Then he said 'We need&lt;br /&gt;a new cuckoo clock.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him why, he said, 'Well, last night our&lt;br /&gt;clock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuckooed&lt;/span&gt; three times, then said 'oh shit.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cuckooed&lt;/span&gt; 4 more times, cleared its throat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuckooed&lt;/span&gt; another three times, giggled, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuckooed&lt;/span&gt; twice more,&lt;br /&gt;and then tripped over the coffee table and farted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-9080807834678461918?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/9080807834678461918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=9080807834678461918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/9080807834678461918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/9080807834678461918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/09/night-out.html' title='Night out'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-5435303516866659024</id><published>2008-09-12T18:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T18:38:25.936-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Why Parents Have Gray Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="EC_EC_role_document"    style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;I totally seeing one of my son's pulling this on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;A father passing by his son's bedroom was  astonished to see the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;nicely made up and everything neat and  tidy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently  on the pillow. It was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;addressed, "Dad".  With the worst  premonition, he opened the envelope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;and read the letter with trembling  hands:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear  Dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;It is  with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to  elope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;with my  new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with you  and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been  finding real passion with Joan and she is so nice. I  knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;you   would not approve of her because of all her piercing,  tattoos,  her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;tight   motorcycle clothes and because she is so much older than I am  but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;it's  not  only the passion,  Dad, she's  pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;Joan says  that we are going to be very happy. She owns a trailer in  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;woods and  has a stack of firewood, enough for the whole winter. We  share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dream of having many  more children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;Joan has  opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really  hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone.  We'll be growing it and trading it with the other people in  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;commune  for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;In the  meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS  so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;Joan&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;can get better; she  sure deserves it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't  worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care  of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;myself.&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Someday, I'm  sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know  your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;grandchildren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your son,  Chad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. Dad,  none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I  just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted to  remind you that there are worse things in life than the  report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;card  that's in my desk drawer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love  you! Call when it is safe for me to come HOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-5435303516866659024?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/5435303516866659024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=5435303516866659024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5435303516866659024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5435303516866659024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-parents-have-gray-hair.html' title='Why Parents Have Gray Hair'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-8685183155552408069</id><published>2008-09-09T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:59:00.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>The Best  Menopause Question Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Q:  How many women with MENOPAUSE does it take to change a light bulb? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman's  Answer:  One! ONLY ONE!!!! And do you know WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Because no one else in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb!&lt;br /&gt;They don't even know that  the bulb is BURNED OUT!! They would sit&lt;br /&gt;in the dark for THREE DAYS before  they figured it out. And, once they&lt;br /&gt;figured it out, they wouldn't be able to find the light bulbs despite&lt;br /&gt;the fact that they've been in the SAME CABINET for the  past 17 YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;But  if they did, by some miracle of God, actually find them, 2 DAYS LATER,&lt;br /&gt;the  chair they dragged to stand on to change the STUPID light bulb&lt;br /&gt;would  STILL  BE  IN THE SAME SPOT!!!!! AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE WRAPPER&lt;br /&gt;THE  STUPID LIGHT BULBS CAME IN!!! BECAUSE NO ONE EVER PICKS  UP OR CARRIES&lt;br /&gt;OUT    THE   GARBAGE!!!! IT'S A WONDER WE HAVEN'T ALL SUFFOCATED  FROM  THE&lt;br /&gt;PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE A FOOT DEEP THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE  HOUSE!! &lt;br /&gt;IT  WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS PLACE! AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED&lt;br /&gt;ON WHO CHANGES THE  TOILET PAPER ROLL !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  sorry. What was the question?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-8685183155552408069?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/8685183155552408069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=8685183155552408069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8685183155552408069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8685183155552408069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-menopause-question-ever.html' title='The Best  Menopause Question Ever'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-3274894152170786364</id><published>2008-09-09T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:18:00.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things'/><title type='text'>From big city to small town</title><content type='html'>After moving to a small town, I have noticed a few differences in the way things are.  Maybe it's just me, but some of them aren't what you expect.  So, I feel like Jeff Foxworthy when I say this, but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you live in a small town if ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  You look out your living room window and see a tractor drive past your home in the middle of the day on your paved street.&lt;br /&gt;2.  You decide not to go to the grocery store to buy some meat, but go in with your family and purchase a 1/2 or whole cow.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Going to Wal-mart on a Wednesday night to stock up the house is an exciting thing.  Could even be considered a date night with your loved one.&lt;br /&gt;4. Heading to the local post office involves avoiding the tractor carrying the water softener in the bucket (which just pulled out of the parking spot in front of the grocery store).&lt;br /&gt;5.  Double checking to make sure streets are clear of combines before driving down them.  They take up the entire street!&lt;br /&gt;6.  When talking about setting up a bank account you will need to go to THE bank, the only one in town.&lt;br /&gt;7.  While going to THE bank, you realize that there is THE lumberyard/hardware store, THE grocery store, THE park, THE school (yes, only one for all k-12), THE newspaper, etc.....etc.....etc.....&lt;br /&gt;8.  In the middle of an intersection on main street, there is a place to post public notices for the town.  Some include, THE pool is closed, coming events and activities, and sometimes store closings for the day due to a funeral.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Going to the doctor includes finding out times where the doctor is in your town and when they are in the town a few miles away.&lt;br /&gt;10.  A trip to Omaha, yes...it's a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Fast Food is either the local Bar, which serves food....but takes 15-20 minutes to get or Godfather's Pizza....located in the gas station.&lt;br /&gt;12.  The high school football team is the excitement for the weekend and will be the talk of town for the rest of the week....win or lose.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Netflix is a must, even when you did't watch a lot of movies before you moved.&lt;br /&gt;14. Brick streets still exist on the main street&lt;br /&gt;15. Family is close by with a garden to raid when you forget something at the store&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-3274894152170786364?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/3274894152170786364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=3274894152170786364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/3274894152170786364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/3274894152170786364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-big-city-to-small-town.html' title='From big city to small town'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-4531030434526249401</id><published>2008-09-08T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:49:26.659-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>What a face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SMXitqm8eNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Ax2e51m3oGc/s1600-h/Husker+Hat+Zach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SMXitqm8eNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Ax2e51m3oGc/s320/Husker+Hat+Zach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243846615302437074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, my son wanted a picture taken of himself.  Usually, when he smiles, his eyes close or he has the strangest look on his face (like toothpicks are holding up his eyelids).  This one was so cute, I just had to share.  What a great picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, this is one of the last pictures of our living room before the carpet came.  =)  More later (pictures and story of it all), but right now, I am relishing in it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-4531030434526249401?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/4531030434526249401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=4531030434526249401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4531030434526249401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4531030434526249401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-face.html' title='What a face!'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SMXitqm8eNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Ax2e51m3oGc/s72-c/Husker+Hat+Zach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-578753655989580283</id><published>2008-09-03T20:50:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:48:38.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Baptism weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SL9A9ppMSiI/AAAAAAAAAao/o6pgwlyG2-U/s1600-h/Nate+Baptism+8-31-08+%2817%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SL9A9ppMSiI/AAAAAAAAAao/o6pgwlyG2-U/s320/Nate+Baptism+8-31-08+%2817%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241979919177370146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SL9A9Yx2tqI/AAAAAAAAAag/mp9tnentExo/s1600-h/Nate+Baptism+8-31-08+%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SL9A9Yx2tqI/AAAAAAAAAag/mp9tnentExo/s320/Nate+Baptism+8-31-08+%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241979914650302114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past weekend, we celebrated our youngest son's (N) baptism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Grandma D babysat so Mom, Dad, big brother, and Grandpa D could go check out the local high school football team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was filled with more family arriving and the big Nebraska &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cornhusker&lt;/span&gt; game.  It was a fun game and had I been able to watch it and not rock the overtired baby, I would have really enjoyed the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the baptism on Sunday.  It was a beautiful morning.  We dressed N in a special outfit that his brother wore 5 years previous.  The baptismal was outfit made by his Grandma D from left over material that also made my wedding dress.  Like his brother before him, he wore the sweet outfit and was proudly presented to have the blessing and words of hope given to him.  No tears (from anyone) during the event.  Afterwords, we walked to our home and ate good food and enjoyed wonderful company (even the minister and his family came over).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SL9A-L9mZ4I/AAAAAAAAAaw/e0bSQPvBkao/s1600-h/Nate+Baptism+8-31-08+%2821%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SL9A-L9mZ4I/AAAAAAAAAaw/e0bSQPvBkao/s320/Nate+Baptism+8-31-08+%2821%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241979928389773186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;N was a trooper!  With all the family here for the special weekend, he wasn't too happy at times, but he survived.  Our oldest son Z had a blast playing with his cousin A, the pastor's kids, and spending time with his aunts/uncles and grandmas/grandpas.  There was much food, laughter, and lots of fun for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to say, we feel blessed to have such a great family.  The time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WF&lt;/span&gt; has been good and we can't believe that we have been here 1 1/2 months already.  We are starting to fit in and get the hang of this small town living.   (I say that and tomorrow will be completely off the "normal".)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SL9A-XgwaOI/AAAAAAAAAa4/9TUCKZB_JEQ/s1600-h/Nate+Baptism+8-31-08+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SL9A-XgwaOI/AAAAAAAAAa4/9TUCKZB_JEQ/s320/Nate+Baptism+8-31-08+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241979931490019554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All makes us feel better seeing the newest face our youngest gives us.  He doesn't give it often, but the smile just melts my heart and make my worries and hard feelings go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With pictures like these, wouldn't you agree.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SL9A9La0PmI/AAAAAAAAAaY/rFRBetgOcTc/s1600-h/Nate+Baptism+8-31-08+%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SL9A9La0PmI/AAAAAAAAAaY/rFRBetgOcTc/s320/Nate+Baptism+8-31-08+%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241979911064010338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blessed weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-578753655989580283?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/578753655989580283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=578753655989580283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/578753655989580283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/578753655989580283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/09/baptism-weekend.html' title='Baptism weekend'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SL9A9ppMSiI/AAAAAAAAAao/o6pgwlyG2-U/s72-c/Nate+Baptism+8-31-08+%2817%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-6062532233829201339</id><published>2008-09-02T20:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:00:31.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>NEW HUSBAND STORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;A store that sells new husbands has opened in New York City,&lt;br /&gt;where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the&lt;br /&gt;instructions at the entrance is a description of how the&lt;br /&gt;store operates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may visit this store ONLY ONCE!&lt;br /&gt;There are six floors and the value of the products increase&lt;br /&gt;as the shopper ascends the flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor,&lt;br /&gt;or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot&lt;br /&gt;go back down except to exit the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the door reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is intrigued, but continues to the second floor,&lt;br /&gt;where the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 2 - T hese men Have Jobs and Love Kids.'That's nice,'&lt;br /&gt;she thinks, 'but I want more.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she continues upward. The third floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely&lt;br /&gt;Good Looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wow,' she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead&lt;br /&gt;Good Looking and Help With Housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, mercy me!' she exclaims, 'I can hardly stand it!'&lt;br /&gt;Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic&lt;br /&gt;Streak.  She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the&lt;br /&gt;sixth floor, where the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor.&lt;br /&gt;There are no men on this floor.&lt;br /&gt;This floor exists solely as proof that women are&lt;br /&gt;impossible to please.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opened a&lt;br /&gt;New Wives store just 20 across the street.&lt;br /&gt;The first floor has wives that love sex.&lt;br /&gt;The second floor has wives that love sex and have money and&lt;br /&gt;like beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors have never&lt;br /&gt;been visited.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-6062532233829201339?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/6062532233829201339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=6062532233829201339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6062532233829201339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6062532233829201339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-husband-store.html' title='NEW HUSBAND STORE'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-574094296483939658</id><published>2008-08-29T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:32:27.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things.'/><title type='text'>Nicknames</title><content type='html'>So, it's been fun having a new member of the family.  We doing well and now on to the new stage, developing fun nicknames for the the boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our oldest boy we have had many fun nicknames.  To date, he has been called:&lt;br /&gt;"peanut"&lt;br /&gt;"Jr"&lt;br /&gt;"slugger"&lt;br /&gt;"squirt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our youngest, names have been developing and probably will continue for a bit.  So far, we have:&lt;br /&gt;"buddy"&lt;br /&gt;"opossum" He will open one eye to look around when he doesn't think you are looking, then close it quickly to hide&lt;br /&gt;"peachy" His head feels like a soft peach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet the personality is still developing....it will be fun to see what future nicknames will arise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-574094296483939658?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/574094296483939658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=574094296483939658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/574094296483939658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/574094296483939658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/08/nicknames.html' title='Nicknames'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-543601491383612765</id><published>2008-08-25T21:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:34:41.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank God'/><title type='text'>A good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So, this weekend was a good weekend.  I took my sons and visited family in SD, rain some errands, and came home and made some meals for the freezer.   Just in time to spend some quality time with my husband (he was gone teaching class for the weekend). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It was a good start to a new week.  My new week began with renewed energy.  There was no school for the elementary kiddos and in-service for teachers.  And since I am a para, it was an optional in-service.  I decided, why not.  It may help me understand more of what teachers go through and maybe learn something myself that may aid me in the classroom.  So, after dropping off the kiddos at daycare, my husband and I proceeded to school for the meeting.  It was good.  I did learn lots and find myself happy that I'm not a teacher but craving more.  Funny how that works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;After lunch, I did a few things in my husband's classroom, then off to pick up the boys.  We came home and I did a few things around the office.  Then, off to the doctor for my youngest son's 2 month check-up.  He is doing awesome!  9lbs 15 oz, 21"  2 shots later, we were out of there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When we got home....supper as a family, a game of sorry (which I was royally whipped at), and 2 kiddos to bed....then some quit time.  Husband working on school stuff and now watching Criminal Minds (he tapes it). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I just have to say how blessed I feel.  I have an awesome husband who shares so many hopes and dreams with me.  He blessed me with 2 wonderful and amazing boys with such personalities that heads turn and people just smile.  I have a wonderful job that lets me challenge myself, yet not making me feel overwhelmed (although it's a bit early to know for sure).   Our home just makes me feel good about what we have accomplished in such little time.  We still have dreams of what to do with it, but we love all the character it has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Life is good.  After a weekend like I just had, I feel good to be living the life I have.  Things get tough at times, but all-in-all......life is really, really good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-543601491383612765?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/543601491383612765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=543601491383612765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/543601491383612765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/543601491383612765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-day.html' title='A good day'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-3695059094350452</id><published>2008-08-21T20:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T16:37:57.777-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recap of our week'/><title type='text'>Exciting week</title><content type='html'>Things are going quite well.  My husband started school last Friday, Monday for myself, and our 5 year old on Tuesday.  All is great and we are really, really, really enjoying the new school. Z loves all the newness of being a "big kid" and entering the strange land of&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4iIxFh5MI/AAAAAAAAAZg/jvBHL8EOCA0/s1600-h/Zach+-+1st+day+of+Kindergarten+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4iIxFh5MI/AAAAAAAAAZg/jvBHL8EOCA0/s200/Zach+-+1st+day+of+Kindergarten+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237160950689293506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kindergarten....filled with 3&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4iIaYQ_WI/AAAAAAAAAZY/OBxwCBZtGRE/s1600-h/Zach+-+1st+day+of+Kindergarten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4iIaYQ_WI/AAAAAAAAAZY/OBxwCBZtGRE/s200/Zach+-+1st+day+of+Kindergarten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237160944593861986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and a wacky but fun teacher recesses, all sorts of hands on fun, who brings it all into perspective.  He also loves seeing both mom and dad around school.  My husband is enjoying his class of 13 kiddos and loves the freedom to teach and interact with all.  I am loving the environment of school and have some kids that challenge me and make me laugh.  We all know that days will be different than others, but all and all...so far....things are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all had the questions posed to us....."Did you know there are 3 Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Js&lt;/span&gt; and 1 Mr. J that work here?"  "Why are there so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Js&lt;/span&gt; in this school?"  "Are you married to Mr. J/Mrs. J?"  "Is Z your son?"  etc,etc,etc.  They do catch on fast.  =)  And the cute things they do or say is just too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;numerous&lt;/span&gt; to count.  It's all so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4iJR4rnZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/T81xkJXXYg0/s1600-h/Zach+%26+Nate+2008+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4iJR4rnZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/T81xkJXXYg0/s200/Zach+%26+Nate+2008+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237160959493774738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;N, the only non school going member of our family, is doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I had to take him to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. yesterday....yes, my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day with kiddos.  Good news, he is now up to 9lbs 13 oz and he'll be 2 months old a week from Friday (tomorrow).  Bad news, he has thrush.  Not much fun, but he is doing much better now.  I guess, older...non nursing babies can get this.  Good news....the medicine to treat it, starts showing signs of better things right away.  So, much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life hasn't slowed down much.  We refinished our floors the 1st weekend of Aug.  2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; weekend, family came for a church anniversary weekend.  Last weekend, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IA&lt;/span&gt; for our niece's&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4jlEMZ9OI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/h2Tfbxaw-AU/s1600-h/Nate%27s+Room+2008+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4jlEMZ9OI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/h2Tfbxaw-AU/s200/Nate%27s+Room+2008+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237162536366372066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; baptism.  This weekend, my husband is teaching and the boys and I head to SD for some Grandma/Grandpa time. And the last weekend (labor day) we baptize N. So...we are keeping busy, but all is&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4jk71O4XI/AAAAAAAAAaI/umNWrneoxW0/s1600-h/Nate%27s+Room+2008+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4jk71O4XI/AAAAAAAAAaI/umNWrneoxW0/s200/Nate%27s+Room+2008+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237162534121693554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; coming together and all is looking good around here.  We are just waiting to get the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4iJo1v0KI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Rh9dL0nOVgA/s1600-h/Nate%27s+Room+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4iJo1v0KI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Rh9dL0nOVgA/s200/Nate%27s+Room+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237160965655482530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; carpet installed in our home and we'll be done doing&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4iKDkrnrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6f_cUv0tZa8/s1600-h/Nate%27s+Room+2008+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4iKDkrnrI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6f_cUv0tZa8/s200/Nate%27s+Room+2008+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237160972831661746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; major work around the place for a bit.  Attached are pictures of N's room to date.  A few more things to do, but nothing major.  We love it and it's quite cozy.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all....a great week!   We are&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4jkp37b6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/u3kepH1ZurQ/s1600-h/Nate%27s+Room+2008+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4jkp37b6I/AAAAAAAAAaA/u3kepH1ZurQ/s200/Nate%27s+Room+2008+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237162529301163938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; happy to move to such a wonderful new life, yet we really miss all our friends.  Could you all just move up here too??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-3695059094350452?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/3695059094350452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=3695059094350452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/3695059094350452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/3695059094350452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/08/exciting-week.html' title='Exciting week'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SK4iIxFh5MI/AAAAAAAAAZg/jvBHL8EOCA0/s72-c/Zach+-+1st+day+of+Kindergarten+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-406410914049833288</id><published>2008-08-16T04:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T05:05:26.785-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little blessings'/><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So, here I am.....up at the 5 am feeding.  My son N, was awake....not very interested in eating, but more interested in getting his diaper changed.  He probably would have went back to sleep if I would have ignored his whining, but I got up anyway.  It just makes my heart tug knowing he is just uncomfortable.  I was rewarded with a big smile.  And we cuddled.   He ate a little, not much, but a little.  And we cuddled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This got me thinking about the feeling I get.  That flood of love that washes over a person, sure makes one forget about everything else.  It's powerful stuff.  It sometimes takes me by surprise and uplifts me so much.  I have to say, this tiny being sure turned me around.  I never thought I could be gotten like I have been, but both my boys have done it to me.  They can brighten almost any rotten day with just a smile, word, or laugh.  They can wipe away any tear and make me feel better.  The other day I was feeling homesick for my friends back and P...my oldest figured it out.  He just knew that even though mom was hiding tears, she needed that "hug" feeling.  So, this 5 year old put his hand on my shoulder and said, "it's ok mom.  It will be ok.  I'll make it better."  Yes, Z.....you sure did.  Both you and your brother do.  Thank God for little boys and for the small but powerful moments.  God bless the little ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-406410914049833288?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/406410914049833288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=406410914049833288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/406410914049833288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/406410914049833288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-1799936444995119566</id><published>2008-08-15T23:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T05:13:12.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new beginnings'/><title type='text'>A new start.......</title><content type='html'>So, here I am....I have been nervous about my new job.  I will be a paraprofessional at the elementary school.  Working with kids has been a passion of mine.  I have never quite figured out in what way I should do this, but know that it's in my blood.  So, when my husband found a new position in his hometown, I jumped at the chance to try a new field and to venture on a new path.  And I have been really nervous about it.  This job will be so different than any other job I have had in the past.  And so, I'm heading to my new position on Monday.  And so, tonight, one of the teachers had a gathering at her house.  She does it every year to "kick off" the new school year.  It was just what I needed.  I needed to meet other teachers.  I needed to relax.  I needed to get out of the house.  And most importantly, I needed to understand the side of teachers again.  It was just a fun and relaxing night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I say thank you.  Thank you to the teacher that had the gathering that brought me to meet other teachers at the school.  Thank you for welcoming me into the community, not just WF but also the school community.  Thank you for helping me understand how hard, but fun my job will be.  Thank you for tonight.  What a blessing this move is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-1799936444995119566?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/1799936444995119566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=1799936444995119566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1799936444995119566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1799936444995119566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-start.html' title='A new start.......'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-1759955475264198217</id><published>2008-08-12T21:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:17:14.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute things'/><title type='text'>Cuteness</title><content type='html'>So, tonight....I was in the living room folding clothes and watching my soap and my 5 year old comes down the stairs.  "Mom, we forgot to turn my car light on."  So, up the stairs I go and when we get to the room, I turn on the car light and he turns off the lamp.  Then he looks up at his stars (glow in the dark ones that are scattered all over the ceiling).  "Mom, my stars are happy!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when the stars are happy too.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-1759955475264198217?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/1759955475264198217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=1759955475264198217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1759955475264198217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1759955475264198217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/08/cuteness.html' title='Cuteness'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-1192036763389868111</id><published>2008-08-08T23:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:34:39.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Almost there.....</title><content type='html'>So, we have been unpacking, fixing things, and doing so much around the house, I have hardly had time to think.  As of today, we are down to 4 boxes left to unpack.  Not too shabby, since we closed on this house July 11 and didn't move in till the 19th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are doing well and N is starting to adjust to a schedule (I say that and he'll be totally messed up tomorrow).  He's been trying to smile.  Every time I think he smiles at me, I hear him pass gas a few seconds later.  So, I can't count the smile.  Sure, he will in his dreams, but won't for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z is excited about school and got a "real" letter today (as he put it) from his NEW teacher.  That just made his day.  That and the fact that dad set up his swing-set in the backyard.  He has been busting our guts this past week with his sayings and out loud comments.  At Grandma and Grandpa J's house, he "totally in fun" turned from dad and I and crossed his arms.  With a huge grin on his face, he said "FINE".  We can't even remember why he did it, but the look on his face caused everyone at the table to burst into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is getting ready for school.  Classroom is almost ready and lesson plans have to be made, but all and all...good for only 6 days away from teachers reporting.  He was so excited today to have the garage all cleaned up and pretty much organized.  I walked in, and even though we had a garage and a storage shed at our last house, I swear that we have much more room here in this garage than the both combined.  That, or we got rid of a lot of stuff before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fairing well.  Tired, lonesome for friends, and ready to work again.  The next 10 days will go by fast, but I'm counting on it.  =)  I look forward to trips out of WF this next week to finish a few things before I become an official member of the school staff.  I'm a bit nervous becoming a Para. I'm nervous for a few reasons.  I'm a bit worried about what I'm needed to do, the people I work with, kids that will be in the room, and and having my son across the hallway from me.  I know all will work out, but getting things figured out isn't going to be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, before I end this blog (sorry for jumping around so.....) I thought I would share some cute pictures.  Friends sent these to us.  It's from moving day and it is of Z and his friend T.  They were so excited to be "adults" that day and help move things.  I was told that T was sad to know that T was moving further away from him and commented on his way to help move on the 19th, that WF must look like the fields between their house and ours.  A cute thought and makes me smile to know that T has such thought provoking ideas.  For being 4 1/2 years old, that kid will move mountains someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the great memories T!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SJ0cupgoOkI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uNuJroMVmKY/s1600-h/t%26z1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SJ0cupgoOkI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uNuJroMVmKY/s200/t%26z1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232369929816652354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SJ0cu56MM_I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/JKweJRzovXE/s1600-h/t%26z2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SJ0cu56MM_I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/JKweJRzovXE/s200/t%26z2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232369934218834930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SJ0cu04oLTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/LKFGazUtAUw/s1600-h/t%26z3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SJ0cu04oLTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/LKFGazUtAUw/s200/t%26z3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232369932870102322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SJ0cu42h5XI/AAAAAAAAAXg/nP9dgJCnjoU/s1600-h/t%26z4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SJ0cu42h5XI/AAAAAAAAAXg/nP9dgJCnjoU/s200/t%26z4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232369933935043954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-1192036763389868111?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/1192036763389868111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=1192036763389868111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1192036763389868111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1192036763389868111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/08/almost-there.html' title='Almost there.....'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SJ0cupgoOkI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uNuJroMVmKY/s72-c/t%26z1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-8284290668246773191</id><published>2008-08-03T13:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:46:35.840-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do it yourself'/><title type='text'>Adventures in Flooring</title><content type='html'>Ok....I have to admit, my husband and I are a bit of the "do-it-yourself"ers. We like to try and get-er done all by ourselves.  We are not afraid to ask for help or pay someone to do it if we aren't too sure on how to do it, but for the most part, we don't mind figuring it out and completing a project by ourselves. For example, we just purchased our home in WF.  The house is in awesome shape for a home build in the 1920s.  But there were 2 rooms we wanted to tackle right away.  The boys bedrooms.  We found there was wallpaper on the walls.  It wasn't until we closed on the house and started removing the wallpaper, that we realized how much there was and how hard it was to remove.  After removing 4 coats of wallpaper off the walls and 3 on the ceiling (yes, the ceiling), we primed, painted and removed the carpet to find some wonderful hardwood floors.  Yes!  What an feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that in mind, we decided to remove the carpet in the dining/living room.  both rooms are connected.  After ripping up the carpet, we realized that the rooms weren't always connected.  There was some good looking hardwood floors throughout, but when you get to the 1/2 mark of the rooms, there is plywood where the hardwood floor should be.  Which leads us to the conclusion that there were walls (probably built ins like there are on the other side of the living room) in that section of the room.  And when the previous homeowner took the walls out, the put in carpet.  Thus, we were left with the decision.  "What do we do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much thinking and then just moving into the house, we decided that refinishing the dining room area would be best and putting new carpet in the living room, entryway, stairs, and upstairs hallway.  All would look great!  Since we went and started the order process a few weeks ago, we started thinking and realized that refinishing the hardwood floors this weekend would be best (since we have 2 baptisms, family gatherings, and my husband works another weekend) before the carpet comes.  Get it all done now approach.  So after a few chats with friends and family, my husband and I felt confident enough to do it ourselves.  Here is where the adventure begins.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SKOpx7Q0MgI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lKumDfQ_CuI/s1600-h/Refinishing+floor+Aug+2008+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SKOpx7Q0MgI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lKumDfQ_CuI/s200/Refinishing+floor+Aug+2008+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234213867121553922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father-in-law came to help my husband with the sanding.  We rented a sander w/tools to clean up the floor.  What started as a few hour project, became an entire day of sanding project.  And during this work, we realized that the boys and I should stay with Grandpa and Grandma J.  So, I took the boys to the farm while the men kept working their magic on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They worked very hard and by around 9 pm, they were ready to put on the first of the stain.  So, I came into town (to check on the progress) and ended up helping them put on the first coat of stain.  We let it dry,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SKOpyifV_EI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Zrg6tVI3nUw/s1600-h/Refinishing+floor+Aug+2008+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SKOpyifV_EI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Zrg6tVI3nUw/s200/Refinishing+floor+Aug+2008+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234213877651471426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then we went into town the next morning to check the progress.  It was sticky.  STICKY?  It had all night to dry....what's going on?  Silly us, you are supposed to keep the fans blowing to circulate air and get the dehumidifier up here so the stain can dry.  No problem, fix the stain and put more on and all will be good.  I applied the next coat of stain and after having all the fans and dehumidifier set up and running, we ran errands and then off to the farm for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back later in the day, YES, the stain was still sticky.  So, we let it set....checking on it 3-4 more times throughout Friday and Saturday.  Finally, we decided that Sunday morning, it should be dry.  (this is after many melt downs by me.....I just want to live in my house.....I'm sure my in-laws want the same thing for us too).  So, after church this morning, we walked over to the house and YES, OH YES.....THE FLOOR IS DRY!!!  So, I applied the polyurethane.    We are not as optomistic of the varnish layer drying as quick as the lable says, but we do see the downside of the mountain on this project.  Even though I would attempt this project again....I don't think my husband is as willing.  And, we did learn a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SKOpyw1OF6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/CQ8eBe0Z5a4/s1600-h/Refinishing+floor+Aug+2008+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SKOpyw1OF6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/CQ8eBe0Z5a4/s200/Refinishing+floor+Aug+2008+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234213881501325218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Plan ahead.  Next project like this....I'm heading to South Dakota for a few days to avoid the project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make sure you get all the facts about the project.  Don't always agree with the container.  If it says only 5-6 hours drying time....give it 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Remember the amount of patience you have will make or break the projcet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  If all else seems too much....call in a professional to do the project.  Yes, it will cost more, but with the mood swings I had and my family has had to endoure.....it might be worth it in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-8284290668246773191?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/8284290668246773191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=8284290668246773191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8284290668246773191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8284290668246773191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/08/adventures-in-flooring.html' title='Adventures in Flooring'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SKOpx7Q0MgI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lKumDfQ_CuI/s72-c/Refinishing+floor+Aug+2008+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-1709343424334266766</id><published>2008-07-22T10:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:53:04.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye old house'/><title type='text'>Good bye to a good house.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So....it is official.  We moved out of our 1st home.&lt;br /&gt;It was a rough, but good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on moving day, 7/19/08,&lt;br /&gt;and quickly my mind flooded with memories of moving to P.&lt;br /&gt;My husband &amp;amp; I closed on the house on our 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night, just the 2 of us (thanks to uncle K babysitting)&lt;br /&gt;watching wedding video and remembering our wedding&lt;br /&gt;and planning our future.  Nowhere in that planning was moving&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WF&lt;/span&gt; in 3 years ever mentioned (it was more like 5-6 years).&lt;br /&gt;We had so many dreams.  So many good friends.  So much time.&lt;br /&gt;Then before we were ready........this appeared in our yard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5dgMuJsgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kLx0AA0VnBQ/s1600-h/Moving+July+19+2008+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5dgMuJsgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kLx0AA0VnBQ/s320/Moving+July+19+2008+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228219025175720450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so.... I woke up to the memories of the house, lots of good and some sad memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*  Painting my son's room for the first time and him sleeping in his "first" bed (not the crib)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Watching him climb into my husband's sandals and  slide his feet across the kitchen floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*  Watching the excitement in my son's face when he got to play outside in our yard, swing on the swing set, and then scream bloody murder as we carried him into the house for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Saying prayers with my family and finally my son able to say his own prayers.  He prays for friends, family, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; trains a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*  Walking into the house and realizing that it belongs to us (really to the bank since they hold the title, but that doesn't count).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Watching my son celebrate 3 birthdays,  3 Christmas Holidays, putting on his first Halloween costume and trick-or-treating, and all the other yearly celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;* Grieving over the death of my husband's grandmother.  She was very special in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Finding out that we were expecting our 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; child.  My husband was running down the hall from the bathroom (I was afraid to look).  He was so excited, I was in a sense of shock.  I just couldn't believe that it was true.  We were very, very happy to have another on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;*  Daycare fun.  Watching them all grow from small people into big boys and girls.  Watching their personalities take shape and develop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Finding out about my husband's dream of moving back to his hometown and filling with excitement and so much joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;* The "fun" of selling a house.  Staging, cleaning, putting on the market....all so much work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The birth of our 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; child, N.  He is such a blessing and brings lots of work, but so much joy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;And, I could go on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Each time I think of another memory, yet another pops into my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;So, after quite a few tears on that hot Saturday morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I pulled myself out of bed, got dressed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;and headed into the mix of it all to start a new life in WF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, to pack up all the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5eRXP3QrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8R1jBUTtYwk/s1600-h/Moving+July+19+2008+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5eRXP3QrI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8R1jBUTtYwk/s320/Moving+July+19+2008+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228219869815063218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loading the trailer.....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5eR_TbI6I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dA-LFjnm6L0/s1600-h/Moving+July+19+2008+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5eR_TbI6I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/dA-LFjnm6L0/s320/Moving+July+19+2008+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228219880567415714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....with the pile of stuff all around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5eSgD5fvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/MfFBI0W8_io/s1600-h/Moving+July+19+2008+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5eSgD5fvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/MfFBI0W8_io/s320/Moving+July+19+2008+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228219889360666354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5eTa3Q3_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/MBcWL_0Cyqk/s1600-h/Moving+July+19+2008+%288%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5eTa3Q3_I/AAAAAAAAAWg/MBcWL_0Cyqk/s320/Moving+July+19+2008+%288%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228219905145364466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma D watched N so Mom and Dad could pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Z's friend T came over to help.&lt;br /&gt;Such big boys and they really did help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5deunOAHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/gKrZ0LtnYvY/s1600-h/Moving+July+19+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5deunOAHI/AAAAAAAAAVo/gKrZ0LtnYvY/s320/Moving+July+19+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228218999913709682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5deHLrz1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/TVL_Tc0Q_g4/s1600-h/Moving+July+19+2008+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5deHLrz1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/TVL_Tc0Q_g4/s320/Moving+July+19+2008+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228218989329239890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5df-FIopI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iH91g_is9r8/s1600-h/Moving+July+19+2008+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5df-FIopI/AAAAAAAAAV4/iH91g_is9r8/s320/Moving+July+19+2008+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228219021245588114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to all our friends and family that came to pack us up!&lt;br /&gt;Family: Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa D&lt;br /&gt;Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa J&lt;br /&gt;Uncle W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends: M, K, &amp;amp; T&lt;br /&gt;S &amp;amp; M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we were all done, we wiped away our last tears and paused for a few last photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z &amp;amp; his "best friend" T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5m4APhYLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/4nkRAU0ZQfU/s1600-h/Moving+July+19+2008+%2811%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5m4APhYLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/4nkRAU0ZQfU/s320/Moving+July+19+2008+%2811%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228229329747534002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you house for all the great memories!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can give those great memories to the next family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5eTp73yII/AAAAAAAAAWo/4a65JVUUzKY/s1600-h/Moving+July+19+2008+%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5eTp73yII/AAAAAAAAAWo/4a65JVUUzKY/s320/Moving+July+19+2008+%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228219909191223426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now we are off to WF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Mom, Z &amp;amp; N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5m3_KzZEI/AAAAAAAAAWw/3q4UEva_wCY/s1600-h/Moving+July+19+2008+%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5m3_KzZEI/AAAAAAAAAWw/3q4UEva_wCY/s320/Moving+July+19+2008+%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228229329459307586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Off to start new memories, make new friends, and live in a new town.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, but we'll be fine.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5m3_KzZEI/AAAAAAAAAWw/3q4UEva_wCY/s1600-h/Moving+July+19+2008+%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-1709343424334266766?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/1709343424334266766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=1709343424334266766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1709343424334266766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1709343424334266766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-bye-to-good-house.html' title='Good bye to a good house.....'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SI5dgMuJsgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kLx0AA0VnBQ/s72-c/Moving+July+19+2008+%284%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-4311215202496650097</id><published>2008-07-21T23:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:35:20.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The move</title><content type='html'>So, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 4 months ago, my husband acquired a new job.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(WF here we come!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 months ago, I acquired a new job and found daycare for my soon to be born baby. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(Yeah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 months ago, we put our home up for sale.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(scary stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 1/2 months ago, we found our new home in WF.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(Yes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 1 month ago, I closed down my daycare and we accepted a bid on our P house.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(Relief)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 weeks ago, my 2nd son was born.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  (5 lbs 10 oz of complete happiness!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 days ago, we moved to our new home. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;(Oh My Goodness....that was busy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only hours ago, we found news of our new niece being born safely into this world.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Thank God)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just minutes ago, I felt my whole body relax....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is going fast, but that's really a good thing in my mind.  =)  I don't think I could take anymore "happiness".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-4311215202496650097?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/4311215202496650097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=4311215202496650097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4311215202496650097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4311215202496650097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/07/move.html' title='The move'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-144601352522716804</id><published>2008-07-18T11:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:21:16.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;These were some funnies that were forwarded on to me.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share them.  Too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST TESTIMONY:&lt;br /&gt;I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three&lt;br /&gt;kids in tow and asked loudly,&lt;br /&gt;'How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?'&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and walked back out and never went back.&lt;br /&gt;My husband didn't say a word...he knew better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND TESTIMONY:&lt;br /&gt;I was at the golf store comparing different kinds&lt;br /&gt;of golf balls.  I was unhappy with the women's type&lt;br /&gt;I had been using. After browsing for several minutes,&lt;br /&gt;I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;who works at the store. He asked if he could help me.&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking, I looked at him and said,&lt;br /&gt;'I think I like playing with mens balls'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD TESTIMONY:&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store&lt;br /&gt;that sold a variety of candy and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;As we were looking at the display case,&lt;br /&gt;the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help.&lt;br /&gt;I replied, 'No, I'm just looking at your nuts.'&lt;br /&gt;My sister started to laugh hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;The boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;To this day, my sister has never let me forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH TESTIMONY:&lt;br /&gt;While in line at the bank one afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;my toddler decided to release some pent-up energy&lt;br /&gt;and ran amok. I was finally able to grab hold of her&lt;br /&gt;after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from&lt;br /&gt;other patrons. I told her that if she did not start&lt;br /&gt;behaving 'right now' she would be punished.&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in&lt;br /&gt;a voice just as threatening, 'If you don't let me&lt;br /&gt;go right now, I will tell Grandma that I saw you kissing&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's pee-pee last night!'&lt;br /&gt;The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange.&lt;br /&gt;Even the tellers stopped what they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;I mustered up the last of my dignity and&lt;br /&gt;walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow.&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I heard when the door closed behind me,&lt;br /&gt;were screams of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTH TESTIMONY:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked your child a question too many times?&lt;br /&gt;My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty&lt;br /&gt;training and I was on him constantly.&lt;br /&gt;One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch,&lt;br /&gt;in between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room.&lt;br /&gt;While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny,&lt;br /&gt;so of course I checked my seven-month-old daughter,&lt;br /&gt;she was clean. Then I realized that Danny had not asked to&lt;br /&gt;go potty in a while. I asked him if he needed to go,&lt;br /&gt;and he said 'No'.&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking 'Oh Lord, that child has had an accident,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't have any clothes with me.'&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, 'Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?'&lt;br /&gt;'No,' he replied.&lt;br /&gt;I just KNEW that he must have had an accident,&lt;br /&gt;because the smell was getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo, I asked one more time,&lt;br /&gt;'Danny did you have an accident ?&lt;br /&gt;This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over,&lt;br /&gt;spread his cheeks and yelled 'SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!'&lt;br /&gt;While 30 people nearly choked to death on their&lt;br /&gt;tacos laughing, he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;An old couple made me feel better,&lt;br /&gt;thanking me for the best laugh they'd ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST TESTIMONY:&lt;br /&gt;This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for 2 days&lt;br /&gt;and a very embarrassed female news anchor who will,&lt;br /&gt;in the future, likely think before she speaks. &lt;br /&gt;What happens when you predict snow&lt;br /&gt;but don't get any!  We had a female news anchor that,&lt;br /&gt;the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't,&lt;br /&gt;turned to the weatherman and asked:&lt;br /&gt;'So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?'&lt;br /&gt;Not only did HE have to leave the set,&lt;br /&gt;but half the crew did too they were laughing so hard!&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-144601352522716804?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/144601352522716804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=144601352522716804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/144601352522716804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/144601352522716804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/07/funnies.html' title='Funnies'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-2075734285251287906</id><published>2008-07-16T07:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T07:56:57.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>This says it all....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life with 2 boys is very, very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SH3vkqe8KxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/mRdnClGcuGI/s1600-h/Big+Brother+and+me+071508+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SH3vkqe8KxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/mRdnClGcuGI/s320/Big+Brother+and+me+071508+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223594555978033938" 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/3716145405102664189-2075734285251287906?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/2075734285251287906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=2075734285251287906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/2075734285251287906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/2075734285251287906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-says-it-all.html' title='This says it all....'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SH3vkqe8KxI/AAAAAAAAAVY/mRdnClGcuGI/s72-c/Big+Brother+and+me+071508+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-4339514708515627178</id><published>2008-07-16T07:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T07:47:52.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>The Wednesday before.....</title><content type='html'>So, we are about to venture out.  3 more days and we will be leaving our home in P, NE and heading to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WF&lt;/span&gt;, NE.  We thought this day would not come and it's almost here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, packing is the priority.  The amount of it never ceases to amaze me.  How did we accumulate so much stuff?  Where did it come from?  Really, we have only lived in this house a little over 3 years and now we have what?  From having 2 kiddos now (one is 5 and the other is only 17 days old), my daycare things, my husband's teaching stuff, and all the items to make a household run....there is a lot of stuff!  Thankfully, most is packed up and a lot of it has already been moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping sane.  With all the things we have to do....get utilities, clean the new home (closed on it last Friday), and keep up with all the things needing to be done each day, including packing....we are saying goodbye to A LOT of good friends.  Although we have only lived in our home for 3 years, we have lived in the area for 6+ years.  We have made a lot of friends.  We have watched friends get married and have kiddos.  We have also seen tragic hit friends and see them lose loved ones.  We have shared hopes and joys and with this "family" of friends, they have welcomed us into their hearts and homes.  They were excited when we shared our news of a new baby, and when N was born, they have flooded us with hugs, prayers, and joyful thoughts for both of our sons.  And even though we are moving, they have been so gracious and have offered to help in so many ways to make our move as smooth as possible.  Though they don't want to see us go, they accept this is what we want and are sending us with their blessing.  I can't believe how wonderful these people are.  They have blessed us with so much and they will be dearly missed.  Saying goodbye is not easy.  But, I am thankful we have had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of knowing each of them and thank God for their contribution to my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on to new adventures.  A home that has character and brings out the best in my family's life.  To a new job that will allow my husband and I to work directly with kiddos and yet still have time for our 2 boys.  To a place that allows us to be closer to both of our families (specifically Grandmas and Grandpas).  And to the spot in our lives where we look forward to a peace of mind and not wonder as much about the ..... what ifs.  Now, we will know that the what if that we were so looking forward to doing has finally come.  We are moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you friends for being there and your support.  Thank you family for all your assistance and your willingness to help us with this move (so much we are thankful for there).  Thank you God for giving us this opportunity and blessing it throughout the months and showing us how it will all work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-4339514708515627178?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/4339514708515627178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=4339514708515627178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4339514708515627178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4339514708515627178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/07/wednesday-before.html' title='The Wednesday before.....'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-8041893825781536366</id><published>2008-07-02T00:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:05:05.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new baby'/><title type='text'>Our new son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our son N, was born 06/29/08 at 5:01 on.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SGsYj9XRqtI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9_LhPnOEIWc/s1600-h/Mommy+and+Nathaniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SGsYj9XRqtI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9_LhPnOEIWc/s320/Mommy+and+Nathaniel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218291599285529298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5 pounds &amp;amp; 10 ounces&lt;br /&gt;18 inches long&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SGsYi9xeuEI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1aJ7nq2jXU0/s1600-h/Nathaniel+David.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SGsYi9xeuEI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1aJ7nq2jXU0/s320/Nathaniel+David.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218291582215567426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks little like his brother and&lt;br /&gt;makes a squeaky sound when needing some attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the family is doing great.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SGsYifjg8vI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1nbVCWsX640/s1600-h/Nathaniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SGsYifjg8vI/AAAAAAAAAUw/1nbVCWsX640/s320/Nathaniel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218291574103929586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Z is proud and ready to take on the big brother roll.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SGsYjhbzBAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/K586QaiApV8/s1600-h/Proud+brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SGsYjhbzBAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/K586QaiApV8/s320/Proud+brother.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218291591788299266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom an Dad are tired but very, very happy!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SGsYjVGvWGI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bhMjgO9ExJ0/s1600-h/The+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SGsYjVGvWGI/AAAAAAAAAVA/bhMjgO9ExJ0/s320/The+family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218291588478752866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-8041893825781536366?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/8041893825781536366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=8041893825781536366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8041893825781536366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8041893825781536366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-new-son.html' title='Our new son'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SGsYj9XRqtI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9_LhPnOEIWc/s72-c/Mommy+and+Nathaniel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-531803082741741381</id><published>2008-06-18T11:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:03:27.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Cute Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, many of you may be wondering how things are going with the pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I'm still prego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Father's day, my son and I decided to take some funny pictures.&lt;br /&gt;When I was pregnant with him, I put some items (plate, cup, remote) on my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;The goal was to see how much I could fit on there before I gave birth.&lt;br /&gt;He thought those were funny, so we decided to do the same thing with this with this pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;My son picked out the items to put on my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SFk-uVK7VSI/AAAAAAAAAUY/xhu3va-o9WA/s1600-h/Fun+Pictures+061508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SFk-uVK7VSI/AAAAAAAAAUY/xhu3va-o9WA/s320/Fun+Pictures+061508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213267009335940386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SFk-vCJNhtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WHYWyrB8K4s/s1600-h/Fun+Pictures+061508+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SFk-vCJNhtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WHYWyrB8K4s/s320/Fun+Pictures+061508+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213267021408339666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SFk-v3zjOtI/AAAAAAAAAUo/f9VCaJAvqGQ/s1600-h/Fun+Pictures+061508+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SFk-v3zjOtI/AAAAAAAAAUo/f9VCaJAvqGQ/s320/Fun+Pictures+061508+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213267035813001938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we took this picture, and my son got a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SFk999oun2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/STog4EZs5Bw/s1600-h/Fun+Pictures+061508+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SFk999oun2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/STog4EZs5Bw/s320/Fun+Pictures+061508+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213266178384764770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran into his bedroom and got his "baby" Sarah. &lt;br /&gt;Put it under his shirt so he could have some funny pictures like mom with her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SFk9-V1dcUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/M7JVPRD6Nac/s1600-h/Fun+Pictures+061508+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SFk9-V1dcUI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/M7JVPRD6Nac/s320/Fun+Pictures+061508+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213266184880615746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thankfully, the baby in my tummy is not breech,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nor is it sticking out of me,&lt;br /&gt;nor is it higher than my chest. &lt;br /&gt;But, the whole thought of this picture sure makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-531803082741741381?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/531803082741741381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=531803082741741381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/531803082741741381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/531803082741741381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/06/cute-pictures.html' title='Cute Pictures'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SFk-uVK7VSI/AAAAAAAAAUY/xhu3va-o9WA/s72-c/Fun+Pictures+061508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-6982153753140639287</id><published>2008-06-17T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:17:28.303-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>A new one.....</title><content type='html'>So, my son did something that surprised my husband and I today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, around 4 pm, I was sitting upstairs and my son was on the couch holding his play phone to his ear and having a "conversation".  When he was done talking, my son turns to me and says," Mom.  Grandpa D is taking me camping.  He will be here in 15 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, playing along with him, I say, "ok.  That sounds fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, turns back to his play phone and proceeds to call 2 friends, his friend T and ZT.  Each time, hanging up the phone and telling me that Grandpa is coming to take him camping in 15 minutes and his friends are coming too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next 2 hours, he would bring it up to my husband and I, and we "played along" with his imagination.  After supper, he was really messy with fried chicken and we decided a bath was the thing to do right away.  My son was getting ready for bath and came into the kitchen and asked for help getting his clothes.  I looked in his hands and he had his pjs, underwear, and his slippers.  I ask him what else he needs.  He looks right at me and says, "clothes for later".  Confused, my husband asks him what for.  With the most innocent look on his face, he says, "camping with Grandpa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we understand that his imagination started to bring these thoughts into his reality.  Carefully, we explain to him that Grandpa isn't coming to take him camping and that he had to work tomorrow.  That Grandpa loves him very much, but he was just pretending earlier about the camping and it wouldn't be a good night to go out to a campsite.  After a few minutes of tears, my son managed to climb into the bathtub and take his bath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination is good.  Sorry kiddo for the confusion.  Don't mean to spoil your fun.  Keep that imagination going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-6982153753140639287?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/6982153753140639287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=6982153753140639287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6982153753140639287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6982153753140639287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-one.html' title='A new one.....'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-5219393141942718592</id><published>2008-06-09T20:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:15:56.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's hard to believe that 5 years ago, I had my son.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He is full of energy, excitement, and brings so much joy to our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My husband and I are so thrilled he came when he did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He added so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's hard to believe that we are on the verge of having another one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I was thinking about what the next one will look like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Will the next one look like the big brother? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Lots of hair, darker skin, cute as a button? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Only time will tell....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but looking back at pictures of the big brother, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;it's hard to believe how quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and how much has changed since our first child's birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6 days old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3V5QtdurI/AAAAAAAAARQ/glilbwlS3Rg/s1600-h/baby+zach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3V5QtdurI/AAAAAAAAARQ/glilbwlS3Rg/s320/baby+zach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210055523652450994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1 1/2 weeks old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3V69uKtdI/AAAAAAAAARg/vQCEZd2n-ls/s1600-h/baby+zach+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3V69uKtdI/AAAAAAAAARg/vQCEZd2n-ls/s320/baby+zach+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210055552914863570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;about a month old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3V6gK-4QI/AAAAAAAAARY/LiPxyzRjfwg/s1600-h/baby+zach+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3V6gK-4QI/AAAAAAAAARY/LiPxyzRjfwg/s320/baby+zach+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210055544982659330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-4  months&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3YrOKpWgI/AAAAAAAAARo/JzaUgCHZ_8A/s1600-h/8-14-03+to+9-6-03+%2818%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3YrOKpWgI/AAAAAAAAARo/JzaUgCHZ_8A/s320/8-14-03+to+9-6-03+%2818%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210058580986255874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3YrmPL6-I/AAAAAAAAARw/rghxTZXREYY/s1600-h/8-14-03+to+9-6-03+%2821%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3YrmPL6-I/AAAAAAAAARw/rghxTZXREYY/s320/8-14-03+to+9-6-03+%2821%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210058587447749602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3YsG_m6RI/AAAAAAAAAR4/IDxLBsw0r7A/s1600-h/11-29-03+to+12-13-03+%2813%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3YsG_m6RI/AAAAAAAAAR4/IDxLBsw0r7A/s320/11-29-03+to+12-13-03+%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210058596240779538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3ZqUPgsLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/z9RyF67EAZM/s1600-h/12-26-03+to+1-17-04+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3ZqUPgsLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/z9RyF67EAZM/s320/12-26-03+to+1-17-04+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210059664949031090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3YtCYR7dI/AAAAAAAAASI/fAfTUiGSmOo/s1600-h/1-24-04+to+2-13-04+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3YtCYR7dI/AAAAAAAAASI/fAfTUiGSmOo/s320/1-24-04+to+2-13-04+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210058612181954002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3aMq55gCI/AAAAAAAAASY/j7YJFEvs5vI/s1600-h/1+year+old+Zach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3aMq55gCI/AAAAAAAAASY/j7YJFEvs5vI/s320/1+year+old+Zach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210060255147950114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3bxrPRkEI/AAAAAAAAASg/rReADIclJfw/s1600-h/4-30-05+to+6-26-05+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3bxrPRkEI/AAAAAAAAASg/rReADIclJfw/s320/4-30-05+to+6-26-05+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210061990404395074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3byPQryFI/AAAAAAAAASo/DgtLOZ4Gl7s/s1600-h/10-5-05+to+10-18-05+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3byPQryFI/AAAAAAAAASo/DgtLOZ4Gl7s/s320/10-5-05+to+10-18-05+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210062000073984082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3byT0FpUI/AAAAAAAAASw/UrB9EHPuuxQ/s1600-h/10-21-05+to+12-2-05+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3byT0FpUI/AAAAAAAAASw/UrB9EHPuuxQ/s320/10-21-05+to+12-2-05+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210062001296221506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3by6JhiXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SIpo1JaKgUc/s1600-h/12-18-05+to+12-31-05+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3by6JhiXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SIpo1JaKgUc/s320/12-18-05+to+12-31-05+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210062011586677106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3f_O7GHYI/AAAAAAAAATg/Zk72_Ohyx4Q/s1600-h/All+bundled+up+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3f_O7GHYI/AAAAAAAAATg/Zk72_Ohyx4Q/s320/All+bundled+up+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210066621368245634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3f_hzqUAI/AAAAAAAAATo/7S2KVEXxLIo/s1600-h/SG+20007+-+Zach+Pizza+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3f_hzqUAI/AAAAAAAAATo/7S2KVEXxLIo/s320/SG+20007+-+Zach+Pizza+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210066626437337090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3f-CpFwUI/AAAAAAAAATY/SivU1l5qQes/s1600-h/4-26-07+Making+Cake+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3f-CpFwUI/AAAAAAAAATY/SivU1l5qQes/s320/4-26-07+Making+Cake+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210066600891629890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3f92W8_XI/AAAAAAAAATQ/psF321H5tQE/s1600-h/Zach+with+Dad%27s+socks+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3f92W8_XI/AAAAAAAAATQ/psF321H5tQE/s320/Zach+with+Dad%27s+socks+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210066597594332530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3f9IxIGSI/AAAAAAAAATI/jjByX326YLw/s1600-h/7-4-07+Fireworks+fun+at+Clint+and+Lalas+%2823%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3f9IxIGSI/AAAAAAAAATI/jjByX326YLw/s320/7-4-07+Fireworks+fun+at+Clint+and+Lalas+%2823%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210066585356081442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3i_JyH_QI/AAAAAAAAATw/kGZN_PQ_SVI/s1600-h/Birthday+-+Opening+Mom+and+Dad+gifts+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3i_JyH_QI/AAAAAAAAATw/kGZN_PQ_SVI/s320/Birthday+-+Opening+Mom+and+Dad+gifts+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210069918523325698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3i_vmGagI/AAAAAAAAAT4/IOAYp0e8TwM/s1600-h/Birthday+-+Opening+Mom+and+Dad+gifts+%288%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3i_vmGagI/AAAAAAAAAT4/IOAYp0e8TwM/s320/Birthday+-+Opening+Mom+and+Dad+gifts+%288%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210069928673438210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3jARoKOAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/j8OeTXouqHQ/s1600-h/Zach+and+Tyler+at+Park+-+Memorial+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3jARoKOAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/j8OeTXouqHQ/s320/Zach+and+Tyler+at+Park+-+Memorial+Day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210069937808881666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Not the same kid as he was when he was a baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Wouldn't trade him for the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Can't wait for the next one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-5219393141942718592?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/5219393141942718592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=5219393141942718592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5219393141942718592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5219393141942718592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/06/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SE3V5QtdurI/AAAAAAAAARQ/glilbwlS3Rg/s72-c/baby+zach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-5396441542010713643</id><published>2008-06-05T20:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:53:23.578-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhausted'/><title type='text'>So true today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I posted this before, but it is so true today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEk4RZMYOrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9mGXSk-H8Ks/s1600-h/I%27m%2Ba%2Bhappy%2Bboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEk4RZMYOrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9mGXSk-H8Ks/s320/I%27m%2Ba%2Bhappy%2Bboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208756315502426802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can so much energy be bundled up in such a small body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-5396441542010713643?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/5396441542010713643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=5396441542010713643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5396441542010713643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5396441542010713643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-true-today.html' title='So true today!!'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEk4RZMYOrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9mGXSk-H8Ks/s72-c/I%27m%2Ba%2Bhappy%2Bboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-6283124382233362545</id><published>2008-06-03T20:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:54:06.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we had a bid accepted on a home in WF. And if all goes well, we will be closing mid-July. We are pretty excited and thought we could share some pictures of the new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not all the pictures turned out.  I put up what I thought looked the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front of house&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw38b6f5sI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/x2DtHjVPbKs/s1600-h/front+of+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw38b6f5sI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/x2DtHjVPbKs/s320/front+of+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209600380385617602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French doors through the front porch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEXr5ldZmqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/HyT19lxwJC4/s1600-h/french+doors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEXr5ldZmqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/HyT19lxwJC4/s320/french+doors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207827918664342178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stairs right through the french doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEXr51dZmrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/POPCTNhWc8I/s1600-h/stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEXr51dZmrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/POPCTNhWc8I/s320/stairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207827922959309490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cool built ins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEXr6FdZmsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_iSsBIebi_4/s1600-h/built+ins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEXr6FdZmsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_iSsBIebi_4/s320/built+ins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207827927254276802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Room&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw3D7oX1qI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xZF9tgDRYlE/s1600-h/Living+Room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw3D7oX1qI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xZF9tgDRYlE/s320/Living+Room.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209599409646982818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dining Room (doorway enters into kitchen)&lt;br /&gt;(downstairs bedroom doorway on the right)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw3Dulc50I/AAAAAAAAAQA/UU5P8rgnNOU/s1600-h/Dining+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw3Dulc50I/AAAAAAAAAQA/UU5P8rgnNOU/s320/Dining+Room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209599406145070914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitchen #1&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw37WROGFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4OV7cs8ut1U/s1600-h/kitchen+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw37WROGFI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4OV7cs8ut1U/s320/kitchen+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209600361690437714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEXr6FdZmtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/yWaWhifi6kI/s1600-h/kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other side of kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw378oUO4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/rMdeou5Ec04/s1600-h/kitchen+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw378oUO4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/rMdeou5Ec04/s320/kitchen+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209600371987856258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen...to the right of the picture above.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw38DXry0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/FcgT7OIt1SI/s1600-h/kitchen+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw38DXry0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/FcgT7OIt1SI/s320/kitchen+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209600373797145410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom, right off the kitchen.   Yes, that is just a bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;We will do a bit of remodeling of this room shortly.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw4kn2ZyvI/AAAAAAAAARA/_sSFz8ckwgw/s1600-h/bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw4kn2ZyvI/AAAAAAAAARA/_sSFz8ckwgw/s320/bathroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209601070784432882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw4kmdaqkI/AAAAAAAAARI/BVthjtv9aQ8/s1600-h/bathroom+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw4kmdaqkI/AAAAAAAAARI/BVthjtv9aQ8/s320/bathroom+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209601070411196994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back of the house.  Garage and our new patio area.  =)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw37JjqjyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NNRid15k-BQ/s1600-h/garage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw37JjqjyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NNRid15k-BQ/s320/garage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209600358278139682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Yard (bus garage is big building behind)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw3EGnn3kI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KRyDQ7D4ufM/s1600-h/back+yard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw3EGnn3kI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KRyDQ7D4ufM/s320/back+yard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209599412596629058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you didn't see, 2 bedrooms upstairs and one downstairs, and a fairly large basement too (yes unfinished).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are pretty excited and looking forward to the move and changes ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we need to sell our current house.  Anyone need to buy a house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-6283124382233362545?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/6283124382233362545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=6283124382233362545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6283124382233362545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6283124382233362545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/06/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEw38b6f5sI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/x2DtHjVPbKs/s72-c/front+of+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-4481606171051918760</id><published>2008-06-02T17:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:42:05.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultrasound'/><title type='text'>Ultrasound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just too cool not to share from my ultra sound today.&lt;br /&gt;Baby is peaking out of the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEVGvFdZmoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/O1SkMvyjMvY/s1600-h/06-02-08+Ultra+Sound+2+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEVGvFdZmoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/O1SkMvyjMvY/s320/06-02-08+Ultra+Sound+2+crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207646318857132674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-4481606171051918760?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/4481606171051918760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=4481606171051918760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4481606171051918760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4481606171051918760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/06/ultrasound.html' title='Ultrasound'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SEVGvFdZmoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/O1SkMvyjMvY/s72-c/06-02-08+Ultra+Sound+2+crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-8722842780935204104</id><published>2008-05-30T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:54:01.940-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>Friday Five: Garage Sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkk1tImXiZ0/SD8ISSbm38I/AAAAAAAAAKg/5U6HjurLP0E/s1600-h/garage_sale_shopper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jkk1tImXiZ0/SD8ISSbm38I/AAAAAAAAAKg/5U6HjurLP0E/s320/garage_sale_shopper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205888804541882306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to your irregularly scheduled Fifth Friday Five, hosted by will smama and Songbird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since will smama is preparing for a joint garage sale with her parents, and Songbird's church had a Yard and Plant Sale last Saturday, we have five enormously important questions we hope you will answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Are you a garage saler?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes, I love them!  But I am banned from them till after we move.  =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) If so, are you an immediate buyer or a risk taker who comes back later when prices are lower?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm more of an immediate buyer most of the time.  Like to get the deal without the wait.  But, if I'm not sure, I think about it and then come back later.  If it is still there, then I feel that the purchase is more necessary.   If not, it was not meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;div&gt;3) Seriously, if you're not a garage saler, you are probably not going to want to play this one.&lt;br /&gt;(That wasn't really #3.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) This is the real #3: What's the best treasure you've found at a yard or garage sale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The sofa we have downstairs in our family room and the coffee table upstairs in our living room.   Both got for $75.  The sofa I have had for 8+ years and it is the most comfy piece of furniture I have.  Love it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The coffee table I am proud of because it works much better for my family than the previous and I was able to haggle with the people for it.  Talked them down from $100 to $75.  I was pretty proud of myself on that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)If you've done one yourself, at church or at home, was it worth the effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I have never had a garage sale.  I usually donate my items to good will or a church.  Much better for all that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Can you bring yourself to haggle?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yep, see #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-8722842780935204104?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/8722842780935204104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=8722842780935204104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8722842780935204104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8722842780935204104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-five-garage-sale.html' title='Friday Five: Garage Sale!'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_jkk1tImXiZ0/SD8ISSbm38I/AAAAAAAAAKg/5U6HjurLP0E/s72-c/garage_sale_shopper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-5238775330951111275</id><published>2008-05-27T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:57:14.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ducks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Cool video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our friends have ducks that were laid and hatched in their back yard.&lt;br /&gt;They live in town and to have this happen to city folk is just cool.&lt;br /&gt;They are only a few days old and so cute (born on Memorial Day).&lt;br /&gt;Check it out when you have a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lutheranhusker.blogspot.com/2008/05/make-way-for-ducklings.html"&gt;Make-way-for-ducklings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-5238775330951111275?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/5238775330951111275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=5238775330951111275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5238775330951111275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5238775330951111275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/05/cool-video.html' title='Cool video'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-5916787321509701005</id><published>2008-05-27T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:03:03.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Big Picture</title><content type='html'>How often do I look at life and complain.  I think I am about the worst.  I am so happy to be pregnant, but complain about the process.  I am excited moving to WF, but the process of saying good-bye, selling a house, buying a house, and moving is not too exciting.  And then there is the working with kiddos all day long.  I just like to complain.  But who doesn't in this world.  If we don't get our way or have to take a longer path to accomplish an end result, we tend to vent our frustration.  Someone not talk to you the right way or even flips you off when you are driving (yes, this does happen to me too), one just wants to let loose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, amazing enough, while watching Grey's Anatomy on Thursday, I came to a new revolution.  I have to look at the big picture.  Yes, moving is going to be hard, but it's not impossible.  God will help me through the hard part.  Yes, having to go to the doctor is rough when you have weekly appts, but as long as I have the will to make it though and I concentrate on being healthy, I can help bring a beautiful baby into the world....adding another member to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, looking at the big picture is hard, but it's not impossible.  Cup half empty or full?  Don't care, just glad I got the cup.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-5916787321509701005?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/5916787321509701005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=5916787321509701005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5916787321509701005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/5916787321509701005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-picture.html' title='The Big Picture'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-124901549582731406</id><published>2008-05-22T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:12:33.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>What a dreary day.  It's been a gentle rain all day.  Have 9 kiddos today.  But all is good.  Can't believe that school is almost done.  School for the kids are done, hence the 3 extra kiddos.  But school for teachers is done tomorrow.  Hard to believe.  Soon, the 4 of us (after baby comes) we'll all be moving to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WF&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer is going to fly.  I'm now T-minus 7 weeks and counting.  I realize that I'm a freak for mentioning the baby so much, but it's kind of hard to forget for me.  Since everywhere I walk to, I feel my bladder being pushed on, tired from the constant moving or growing, or just exhausted from all the extra work it takes to do anything.  Sitting on the floor isn't as easy as it used to be.  Even standing up takes a little more effort.  My husband is great.  He has been lending a hand or 2 when I'm getting up.  Just can't wait to have my body back.  If they ever invent a way to have a baby, without having to go through the 9 months of pregnancy....let me know (without adoption, foster care, or surrogate mother).  I would rather avoid the whole 9 months if I could, but since I'm not in the future.....I'll have to deal with what I got.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, things are good.  My son seems to forget what he is doing and as lunch was finishing today, he wet his pants...all over the kitchen floor.  That was a mess and disgusting, but cleanable.  He's pretty excited for tomorrow night.  He gets to go to a friend's house.  Yes, it's a girl's home.  And of course, the little girl (from my daycare) has said that when she grows up, she is going to marry him.  I gave her mom a hard time that maybe we shouldn't have them sleep in the same house till then.  But given that my son is 5 and her daughter is 2 1/2, I think we'll be fine.  =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the 2 kiddos play together, my husband and I are going out to celebrate our 8 year anniversary.  It's hard to believe we have been married that long, but we have.  It's been a good time, filled with many ups and downs.  But somehow we have managed to stay in love and find new ways to surprise each other.  Our anniversary was on Tuesday and my husband gave me a plant.  Usually, I would give him a rather hard time about giving me a plant (I would rather have some pretty flowers), but this plant was some rather sad looking tulips.  Since tulips are going out of season, finding some nice looking ones are hard.  But as I was "thanking" him for the gesture, I realized that it was much more.  When these flowers stop their blooming, I will have the bulbs to do with what I want.  He told me that I could plant them at our NEW home.  Just brought shivers all over and tears to my eyes.  What a great idea!  Here I was looking at the plant as something he tried so hard to make me smile.  But he was really giving me hope for something beautiful next spring.  And maybe by our 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary, we'll have some beautiful tulips growing too!!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off to dinner and a movie tomorrow night and a peaceful evening with no kiddo Saturday morning.  I can actually sleep in with no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interruptions&lt;/span&gt; and even have some quality time with my husband.  What a good end to a hectic week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-124901549582731406?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/124901549582731406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=124901549582731406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/124901549582731406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/124901549582731406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/05/thursday-thoughts.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-7396846783091050001</id><published>2008-05-20T12:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:58:52.557-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>Yes, and every emotion you can think of, has been filling my being in the last 3 days.  So, my mom laughed at me last night when I told her I was sad, happy, tired....etc, etc.  No, she wasn't laughing because of my emotions, but my reasoning behind it.  I'm 33 weeks prego.  Last night, I was tired and lonesome for my husband.  I was in tears and the first thing I told her was I am only crying because I am prego.  She laughed.  Well....listen to my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I was excited and nervous.  There were many people who drove by our house slowly and looked it over.  Some stopped for pamphlets and some just drove away.  Excitement filled the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I was overwhelmed.  Finding out that we have more looking into to get the work done on the bay window and hitch for the Santa Fe.  Then our microwave decided to go out (burning a hole in the glass turning table in the process), so off to 3 different stores till I found the microwave that would work for us.  And then lonesome.  My husband was gone all day and spending the week with kiddos all day with little to no adult interaction does wear on one.  So, by Saturday afternoon, I was craving time with him.  By evening, we went to a gathering and the adult interaction was good, but by this time, I was getting tired.  Left to take my son home to get him to bed.  Crashed for the evening.  I guess I was snoring.  Husband slept on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, tired.  Didn't sleep well and then after church and all the festivities, we headed home for lunch and my son went down for a nap (lucky him) and I went to a bridal shower.  It was a Tastefully Simple party and so they passed around lots and lots of samples.  Silly me.  I was avoiding all the ones with cheese in them.  I forgot about all the other items that have rich milk products in them.  Oh, that night, I was not feeling the greatest!  With a puke bucket, saltine crackers, and sprite next to me, I went to sleep.  And yes, again, husband slept on the couch so I would not get sea sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, lonely.  My husband was away at school all day and I working as usual.  He came home, gave my son and I a kiss, grabbed a pop, and was out the door to a meeting.  He didn't get back till after my son and I were both in bed asleep.  Again, I was sawing logs.  Off to sleep on the couch my husband went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, for the past 3 days, I have little contact with my husband.  So, at 5 am this morning, when I found my husband on the couch, I had to wake him up and request some cuddle time.  He gladly came and we talked for almost an hour before we started our day.  Hard to believe that such a small amount of time we had together this morning, but it was wonderful.  And the best part, we got to wish each other a Happy Anniversary.  8 years ago today, we were married in Lincoln, NE.  So hard to comprehend sometimes that we have not only have been married for that many years, but we find each other more and more fun each day.  I love him so much.  So when he is gone for a few days, I do miss him and all that he does.  The good and the bad.  I'm just glad he is in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you were me, you wouldn't cry.  Trust me, on any given day when I am not prego, I would be lonesome but not to the point of tears.  But, mix them up together and yes, mom.......I do get emotional.  But......the emotions are made more intense being prego.  Just remember, you were there at one point too.  I'll be glad when the baby is here and my life can get to a "normal".  Is that ever possible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-7396846783091050001?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/7396846783091050001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=7396846783091050001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7396846783091050001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7396846783091050001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/05/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-4862139597983501770</id><published>2008-05-14T20:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:25:56.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Wednesday thoughts</title><content type='html'>So, I am excited that Wednesday is almost over.  I have to say, all day, I have felt it was Tuesday and when I sit back and think, then I remember it's Wednesday.  Thank the Lord!  I am still liking my job, but the week has been long.  Kiddos are excited for the nice weather and with the nice weather and 2 babies around 3 months old....it's hard to do anything outside till my husband gets home.  So, with 8 kiddos - 2 of those babies, it gets hectic around the house.  Today was a good day, but a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, here I am.  Sitting and thinking about my day.&lt;br /&gt;Both babies slept well.  Ate well.  And they are both at this stage where they smile and giggle and move more.  They are fun babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 19th month old is testy.  Likes to do things to torment the other kiddos.  Knows what he is doing, just likes to see what he can get away with.  Love the testing stage.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 2 1/2 year old was rough.  She is going through a screaming phase.  Any little thing will set her off.  Mostly if another kiddo gets too close.  So, for the 3rd day in a row, she had time -outs.  Rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next kiddo 2 1/2 year old is going through potty training.  Doing much better.  Each day is better day than the day before.  He gets so happy when he poops in the potty and gets hugs.  Loves the high fives he gets for peeing in the potty and being dry.  Just doing so well.  I pray that continues for the next daycare he goes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 year old is so cute.  Just smiles when I talk to him.  And today, he showed me how excited he is at putting together simple puzzles.  Just all smiles and so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 year old, he tests too.  He just wants to have more independence.  Good kid, just needs to be reminded to settle down, not be so bossy, and to relax.  Always trying to help or avoid me.  Funny kid and so smart.  He'll go far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is my son.  He tries so hard to be in control of the situation.  Gets that from me.  Today, he wanted to know if he could go outside.  I said no.  Then he went around the room and asked if any kid could go outside.  If I said no, he would continue until all the people in the room were picked.  Cute, cause he kept trying.  Annoying, cause he kept trying.  But he is so proud to be a "big boy" and tonight was so excited to be a "big brother" soon.  He's definitely a keeper!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is me.  I'm tired due to the baby.  Exhausted due to the work.  And ready for a day to sleep in, but I may never get one again.  =)  My husband has been great in helping and I feel blessed to have him in my life and whether either one of us are ready for it or not, we'll be parents again soon.  I know that we can do it......sleep deprived, we'll do it.  And what a new adventure it will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-4862139597983501770?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/4862139597983501770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=4862139597983501770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4862139597983501770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4862139597983501770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/05/wednesday-thoughts.html' title='Wednesday thoughts'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-3918916018242315808</id><published>2008-05-12T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:19:02.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well, it's official.  I am now employed as of this fall.  I will be a Paraprofessional at WF Public Schools.  I had the phone interview on Friday with the principal and officially accepted the position today.  I will be working in the Resource room, 5 or so doors away from my husband's new 2nd grade room and from what he tells me, across the hall from the kindergarten rooms (where my son will be).  It will be an exciting, yet interesting school year, but we are all looking forward to the new move and to the adventure ahead.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got the jobs and the daycare lined up.  If you could keep us in your prayers for a house search and selling of our current house to go great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND of course safe delivery of the new baby expected on July 9th (ish).  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-3918916018242315808?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/3918916018242315808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=3918916018242315808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/3918916018242315808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/3918916018242315808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-6238241681225907386</id><published>2008-05-10T21:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:38:57.350-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby pictures'/><title type='text'>Cool Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just thought these pictures were too cool not to share.&lt;br /&gt;I had my OB appt on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;She took these pictures and I was able to scan them in .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Side view of baby head with arm by face (umbilical cord is fuzziness by chin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SCZbeYnZg2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/RS-6ikDs6UQ/s1600-h/Little+Baby+1+050808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SCZbeYnZg2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/RS-6ikDs6UQ/s320/Little+Baby+1+050808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198943397407720290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another side view (umbilical cord is fuzziness by chin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SCZbeYnZg3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/t5p5g2JmULQ/s1600-h/Little+Baby+2+050808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SCZbeYnZg3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/t5p5g2JmULQ/s320/Little+Baby+2+050808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198943397407720306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Front view of face (umbilical cord is fuzziness by chin)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is the foot in front of the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SCZbeonZg4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/LKUA3JLeZXk/s1600-h/Little+Baby+3+050808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SCZbeonZg4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/LKUA3JLeZXk/s320/Little+Baby+3+050808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198943401702687618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(umbilical cord is fuzziness by chin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SCZbeonZg5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/bF7j5NrTvqo/s1600-h/Baby+5+050808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SCZbeonZg5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/bF7j5NrTvqo/s320/Baby+5+050808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198943401702687634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Less than 9 weeks to go.  Will be 32 weeks on Wednesday!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-6238241681225907386?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/6238241681225907386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=6238241681225907386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6238241681225907386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6238241681225907386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/05/cool-pictures.html' title='Cool Pictures'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SCZbeYnZg2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/RS-6ikDs6UQ/s72-c/Little+Baby+1+050808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-2492672423822216592</id><published>2008-05-09T13:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:45:19.804-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>FRIDAY FIVE - Gifts of the Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0YF1Vijfuo/R2IrMcFytbI/AAAAAAAAACE/q6o43waQ-2s/s1600-h/IMG_1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;brought to you by:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; FROM ACTS CHAPTER 2: 14 Then Peter stood up with the Eleven, raised his voice and addressed the crowd: "Fellow Jews and all of you who live in Jerusalem, let me explain this to you; listen carefully to what I say. 15 These men are not drunk, as you suppose. It's only nine in the morning! 16 No, this is what was spoken by the prophet Joel:17 " 'In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams. 18 Even on my servants, both men and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days, and they will prophesy. 19 I will show wonders in the heaven above and signs on the earth below, blood and fire and billows of smoke. 20 The sun will be turned to darkness and the moon to blood before the coming of the great and glorious day of the Lord. 21 And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;(My personal favorite in this passage is how Peter insists the men cannot be drunk because it's only 9:00 a.m.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's Pentecost and my very first Friday Five! Thinking about all the gifts of the spirit and what Peter said of the "last days"......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you or anyone you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  ...ever experienced a prophesy (vision or dream) that came true?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I had a dream once in college that I would marry a guy by the name of B_ _ _ _.  I never saw a face or remember much about the dream, but it was raining outside the church, and there wasn't much light in the church, and I had lace all over my dress.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;        8 years later, I started dating my husband.  And he had the exact same name and after 2 1/2 years dating, we got married.  There was a downpour outside during the first 15 minutes of the candlelight service.  My wedding dress was covered in lace.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;        It was a beautiful service and years later, I made the connection from what I remember.  Freaky, but so cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. ...dreamed of a stranger, then actually met them later?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; I've had that feeling that I have met someone before, lots of times.  But I can't remember a specific instance that it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. ...seen a wonder in heaven? (including UFO's)&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The clouds on a beautiful sunny and slightly breezy day.  I remember as a kid, going to the top of a hill outside our farm and just laying there and looking up at the clouds (kind of a little house on the prairie feeling) and just believing that heaven was on the other side.  Sometimes when I see the clouds the same way, I get a wonderful, peaceful feeling inside and feel that heaven is only just steps away.  A joyous feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. ...seen a "sign" on the earth? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Everyday I turn on the TV.  Wars in such awful places.  Families fighting against each other.  Earthquakes, hurricanes, typhoons in such odd places or striking with such destructive forces.  And a woman and African American running for President.  That in itself must show the end of the earth.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. ...experienced knowledge of another language without ever having studied it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;       I can't say that I have with this one.  I'm not a foreign language person.  Passing German in collage was a miraculous occurrence, but as far as experiencing any and being able to correspond in that language....not by this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonus Question: What would a modern day news coverage of the first Pentecost have sounded like?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Probably Dan Rather or Peter Jennings in front of the Apostles and other disciples and just so confused as to how they were carrying on conversations with other people of so many diverse languages.  The camera would roll and they would be directing question after question at these people expecting to get a concrete answer.  Finally would just explain, "that's the way it is" and walk away confused.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-2492672423822216592?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/2492672423822216592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=2492672423822216592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/2492672423822216592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/2492672423822216592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/05/friday-five-gifts-of-spirit.html' title='FRIDAY FIVE - Gifts of the Spirit'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-503074542544370141</id><published>2008-05-08T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:10:16.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><title type='text'>Mixed up day....</title><content type='html'>So, it's been quite a day.  Morning, kids were climbing the walls....babies crying for no reason and just craziness!  Then, this afternoon, they all slept quite well....woke up happy and were good kids.  And in the midst of getting ready for my weekly OB appt, I received a phone call requesting an interview for a potential job this fall.  I'm pretty excited.  The OB appt went long, but all good and I'm back home relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers for a good weekend on the job, home, and sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-503074542544370141?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/503074542544370141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=503074542544370141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/503074542544370141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/503074542544370141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/05/mixed-up-day.html' title='Mixed up day....'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-1324771142954502047</id><published>2008-05-06T13:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:49:48.689-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><title type='text'>Tuesday Turmoil</title><content type='html'>So, I love babies.  I really do.  But today has been such an "off" day.   I feel like screaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 babies I watch, both slept around 4 hours in the AM.  That is unusual, but they both have been sleeping more lately and a bit under the weather, so I let them go.  Now, it's like pulling teeth to keep them from screaming their heads off.  One is downstairs with me in the bouncer.  After 10 minutes of a screaming fit, she seems ok.  The other, went down for another nap 1 1/2 hours ago and now is waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the madness end???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-1324771142954502047?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/1324771142954502047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=1324771142954502047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1324771142954502047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1324771142954502047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/05/tuesday-turmoil.html' title='Tuesday Turmoil'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-7660949983057311531</id><published>2008-05-04T13:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:30:00.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Saturday Party</title><content type='html'>Saturday was a crazy but fun day!  Believe it or not, we made it though our 5 year old's birthday party.  The sun came out and it warmed up outside and all 9 kiddos (ranging from 9 weeks to 5 years old) all enjoyed themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, my husband's brother, sister-in-law, niece, mom, and dad all spent the night.  We had fun going our separate ways and all ended back at our place for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, I woke up early and started baking.  Made 2 cakes, the imfomous chocolate with chocolate frosting and m&amp;amp;ms on top and a crumb cake (for those who couldn't handle that much chocolate).  Then, off to the store (forgot a few things). I did get home before more family arrived.  We invited them and a few friends for lunch of grilled hamburgers and hotdogs, etc.  So, when I got home, I went straight to work making potato salad.  I remembered the hamburger and after 45 minutes of trying to thaw out the very frozen hamburger, I found out that the hamburger was not going to thaw, so off to the store again.  Soon as we had the hamburger patties made and my husband took them to the grill, he came in and said that he was out of gas for the grill.  So, off to the store he went. We finally ate and all finished about the time the party started.  So, kiddos headed outside and played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They played on the swingset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9Q5j6nW5I/AAAAAAAAANg/g0rvtKG8Xow/s1600-h/Playing+outside+with+friends+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9Q5j6nW5I/AAAAAAAAANg/g0rvtKG8Xow/s320/Playing+outside+with+friends+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196961444832697234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And rode in the wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9OUj6nW2I/AAAAAAAAANI/VtNY1HOJzpc/s1600-h/Playing+outside+with+friends+%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9OUj6nW2I/AAAAAAAAANI/VtNY1HOJzpc/s320/Playing+outside+with+friends+%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196958610154281826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9OUD6nW1I/AAAAAAAAANA/V2K70kvdorI/s1600-h/Playing+outside+with+friends+%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9OUD6nW1I/AAAAAAAAANA/V2K70kvdorI/s320/Playing+outside+with+friends+%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196958601564347218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And fell over laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9OUz6nW3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/vXucZsTzHWo/s1600-h/Playing+outside+with+friends+%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9OUz6nW3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/vXucZsTzHWo/s320/Playing+outside+with+friends+%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196958614449249138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Played in the sandbox. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9MVD6nWzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9c1WkDp_OLw/s1600-h/Playing+outside+with+friends+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9MVD6nWzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/9c1WkDp_OLw/s320/Playing+outside+with+friends+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196956419720960818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then into the house, for a bit of birthday cake fun.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this cake is chocolate with chocolate frosting and M&amp;amp;Ms on top.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9MTj6nWwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EUS2U92FQpM/s1600-h/Cake+fun+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9MTj6nWwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EUS2U92FQpM/s320/Cake+fun+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196956393951156994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It tastes yummy too!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9MUD6nWxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/fU7eGHCnqMQ/s1600-h/Cake+fun+%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9MUD6nWxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/fU7eGHCnqMQ/s320/Cake+fun+%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196956402541091602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then off to the gift opening!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9MUj6nWyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/I7A5SV5Wt8A/s1600-h/Opening+Gifts+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9MUj6nWyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/I7A5SV5Wt8A/s320/Opening+Gifts+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196956411131026210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of fun gifts!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9OTT6nW0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8FLvtL19Hdc/s1600-h/Opening+Gifts+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9OTT6nW0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8FLvtL19Hdc/s320/Opening+Gifts+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196958588679445314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even his cousin gets into it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9OVj6nW4I/AAAAAAAAANY/WpWu50zW88g/s1600-h/Ainsley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9OVj6nW4I/AAAAAAAAANY/WpWu50zW88g/s320/Ainsley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196958627334151042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite nosebleeds, broken dishes, stubborn hamburger, and grills that don't light.......&lt;br /&gt;....it was lots and lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;Any trouble was well worth it to see the look on this guy's face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9MTD6nWvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Rilb_byHyyw/s1600-h/I%27m+a+happy+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9MTD6nWvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Rilb_byHyyw/s320/I%27m+a+happy+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196956385361222386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BTW....the T-Shirt is so TRUE!!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU TO ALL THE FRIENDS AND FAMILY WHO MADE THIS DAY SO SPECIAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-7660949983057311531?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/7660949983057311531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=7660949983057311531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7660949983057311531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/7660949983057311531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday-party.html' title='Saturday Party'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SB9Q5j6nW5I/AAAAAAAAANg/g0rvtKG8Xow/s72-c/Playing+outside+with+friends+%285%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-9093682338439491661</id><published>2008-05-02T12:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:51:11.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Five'/><title type='text'>Friday Five -- Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0YF1Vijfuo/R2IrMcFytbI/AAAAAAAAACE/q6o43waQ-2s/s1600-h/IMG_1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;brought to you by:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the Ascension Day Scripture from Acts 11 contains this promise from Jesus;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was taken from their sight into the clouds, two angels appeared and instructed the probably bewildered disciples to go back to Jerusalem, where they began to wait and to pray for the gift Jesus had promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is a joy to some of us, and a chore to others, waiting likewise can be filled with anticipation or anxiety....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How do you pray best, alone or with others?  Alone.  I find a spot or a time where I can have my heart to heart with God.  Sometimes I pray out loud and sometimes to myself, but either way, I do feel like it is a conversation with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you enjoy the discipline of waiting, is it a time of anticipation or anxiety?  I hate waiting.  I'm not the most patient person.  The one thing that I have been good about waiting for is the birth of our second child, but at times I do find myself just wanting to have the pregnancy over with.  To find out what this baby will be would be fun, but it's also fun to wait and let it all be a surprise.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is there a time when you have waited upon God for a specific promise?  Right now.  The whole summer is a stressful one.  Each decision that has to be made we wait for God to show us the way to go.  Finding a new job.  Selecting a new home.  Selling our current home.  The birth of our baby.  I know that God will be with us and guide us through the rough and stressful time, but for the time being, we are waiting for each opportunity to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you prefer stillness or action?  Action.  I'm not one to sit still.  Ask any of my friends and family....sitting and resting is very hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If ( and this is slightly tongue in cheek) you were promised one gift spiritual or otherwise what would you choose to recieve?  The gift of patience.  I seem to have very little of this, although it has gotten better over the year.  Patience to here what God has to say to me personally.  Patience to see his plans.  Patience to live in this world while waiting for the next.  Patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-9093682338439491661?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/9093682338439491661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=9093682338439491661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/9093682338439491661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/9093682338439491661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/05/waiting.html' title='Friday Five -- Waiting'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-1483248358466414868</id><published>2008-04-28T13:00:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:42:09.791-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Birthday Weekend'/><title type='text'>Wonderful Birthday Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, my son turned 5.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is sad to see my son grow up.&lt;br /&gt;But despite my sadness, we had a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband taught his master's course and after he was done, my son and I met him at the hotel.  We went out to eat where they throw peanuts on the floor.  Yes, we didn't go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Applebees&lt;/span&gt;, but went to Whiskey Creek.  It surprised my husband too, but I chatted with Z a lot and got him to go somewhere else.  He still had his grilled cheese sandwich with french fries, but he went somewhere new.  We were all thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the food, we headed back to the hotel, were my son changed clothes in record time.  Before we knew what was happening, he was in his swimsuit ready to go to the pool.  After waiting a bit for my husband to change and me to figure out that I don't fit my swimsuit anymore, we headed down to the pool.  I took pictures and video and had a grand old time watching all the fun.  They were there for an hour, but have memories to last a lifetime.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYS_D6nWhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vny009a7D50/s1600-h/Swimming+Fun+in+Fremont.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYS_D6nWhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vny009a7D50/s320/Swimming+Fun+in+Fremont.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194360094810659346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYTAD6nWiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vA7ifi-2RV0/s1600-h/Swimming+Fun+in+Fremont+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYTAD6nWiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vA7ifi-2RV0/s320/Swimming+Fun+in+Fremont+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194360111990528546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYS9z6nWgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ybrbBQtTI8Y/s1600-h/Swimming+Fun+in+Fremont+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYS9z6nWgI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ybrbBQtTI8Y/s320/Swimming+Fun+in+Fremont+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194360073335822850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7dde1dda0bb74584" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7dde1dda0bb74584%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331192662%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5602FA2712B1871B6C358CDC26DB4BF2E3902EC4.5D4832F3462EBD466CE613F7BAD7D14C61D6F4DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7dde1dda0bb74584%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDTL5KrKgZQsp9aSxs8edwZJg9Cw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7dde1dda0bb74584%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331192662%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5602FA2712B1871B6C358CDC26DB4BF2E3902EC4.5D4832F3462EBD466CE613F7BAD7D14C61D6F4DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7dde1dda0bb74584%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDTL5KrKgZQsp9aSxs8edwZJg9Cw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYTDT6nWjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ER61FcsKxnU/s1600-h/Swimming+Fun+in+Fremont+%288%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYTDT6nWjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ER61FcsKxnU/s320/Swimming+Fun+in+Fremont+%288%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194360167825103410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we finally all fell asleep around 10 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, Z and I went to our church and Z was surprised that my husband and I bought some flowers for him for the alter.  When the pastor announced they were in honor of his birthday, he stood up on the chair, beaming with a smile from ear to ear and said, "I'm 5!!!"  At Sunday School, he put his 5 pennies in the church piggy bank and forgot about his offering in his pocket.  When I asked him about it, he just looked at me and smiled.  "I forgot mom.  We'll give it next week, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, we had lunch, worked/played outside, had some rest/nap time, and then made cupcakes for the daycare kiddos in honor of his big birthday.  He was so excited to mix the batter and help put the cupcake papers in the tins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYUCD6nWkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/QXpocUgR65o/s1600-h/Making+Cupcakes+with+mom+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYUCD6nWkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/QXpocUgR65o/s320/Making+Cupcakes+with+mom+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194361245861894722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day, Z keep asking me when dad was coming.  I told him when it's supper time, dad will be home.  So after all morning, lunch, and afternoon hearing that he wanted supper to come, missed his dad, and wanted to open his birthday gifts, he finally got to see dad.  Dad comes in and we got him settled down and let him go at it.  Inside, he opened his new super hero cape and his CARS t-shirt.  He went around the house making sure the cape worked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYVjT6nWlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nPQga63OJM0/s1600-h/Opening+Mom+and+Dad+gifts+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYVjT6nWlI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nPQga63OJM0/s320/Opening+Mom+and+Dad+gifts+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194362916604172882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYVjz6nWmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Qd70tryXvkA/s1600-h/Opening+Mom+and+Dad+gifts+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYVjz6nWmI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Qd70tryXvkA/s320/Opening+Mom+and+Dad+gifts+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194362925194107490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYVlD6nWnI/AAAAAAAAALE/yaFduUXzyfY/s1600-h/Opening+Mom+and+Dad+gifts+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYVlD6nWnI/AAAAAAAAALE/yaFduUXzyfY/s320/Opening+Mom+and+Dad+gifts+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194362946668943986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYVmD6nWpI/AAAAAAAAALU/VSsYQ6d1zCc/s1600-h/Opening+Mom+and+Dad+gifts+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYVmD6nWpI/AAAAAAAAALU/VSsYQ6d1zCc/s320/Opening+Mom+and+Dad+gifts+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194362963848813202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYVlj6nWoI/AAAAAAAAALM/6jESqbLU4aw/s1600-h/Opening+Mom+and+Dad+gifts+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYVlj6nWoI/AAAAAAAAALM/6jESqbLU4aw/s320/Opening+Mom+and+Dad+gifts+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194362955258878594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then he realized there was more.&lt;br /&gt;Off to the garage to the "big" gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-659efbe68fd73b54" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D659efbe68fd73b54%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331192662%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8475DBE898B5FEAA7212AD5B332B00C63675FDF5.6C1C5FD52A2A818E655B1B79CBE3D3B7A01FC236%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D659efbe68fd73b54%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DM1lAz9G2QkV4i09NunrZcsE2wdc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D659efbe68fd73b54%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331192662%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8475DBE898B5FEAA7212AD5B332B00C63675FDF5.6C1C5FD52A2A818E655B1B79CBE3D3B7A01FC236%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D659efbe68fd73b54%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DM1lAz9G2QkV4i09NunrZcsE2wdc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYYtD6nWrI/AAAAAAAAALk/Mcf8UkN1kNc/s1600-h/Opening+Mom+and+Dad+gifts+%288%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYYtD6nWrI/AAAAAAAAALk/Mcf8UkN1kNc/s320/Opening+Mom+and+Dad+gifts+%288%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194366382642780850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had a hard time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;petalling&lt;/span&gt;, but he'll soon figure out not to petal backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a fun weekend, we all settled down for some well deserved sleep.&lt;br /&gt;What a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy Birthday Z!&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I love you very, very much!&lt;br /&gt;May you have many more fun and exciting birthdays to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend...the birthday party!   =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-1483248358466414868?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=659efbe68fd73b54&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/1483248358466414868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=1483248358466414868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1483248358466414868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/1483248358466414868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/04/wonderful-birthday-weekend.html' title='Wonderful Birthday Weekend'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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/_Y9WlXvJ83XQ/SBYS_D6nWhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/vny009a7D50/s72-c/Swimming+Fun+in+Fremont.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-2354173969257150236</id><published>2008-04-25T18:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:06:20.585-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Golf Balls and Two Glasses of Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the golf balls and two glasses of wine...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed it was.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into open spaces between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and pored it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everywhere else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;The professor then produced two glasses of wine from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things; your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions; things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;"The pebbles are the other things that matter; like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the golf balls or pebbles. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. Do one more run down the ski slope. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first; the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the wine represented.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;color:blue;"   &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;color:blue;"   &gt;he professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of glasses of wine with a friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-2354173969257150236?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/2354173969257150236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=2354173969257150236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/2354173969257150236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/2354173969257150236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/04/golf-balls-and-two-glasses-of-wine.html' title='Golf Balls and Two Glasses of Wine'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-4618626769067388040</id><published>2008-04-25T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:18:11.884-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Today is rough.  Kiddos are great, I just feel all congested and icky!  It really took a while for me to get out of bed this morning.  My husband just prodded and prodded to get me going.  Finally, got in the shower and it helped a bit, but then my voice started to go.  I don't think anyone likes to be sick, but it sucks more when you are pregnant!  Oh, may the good weather come back again and stay for a while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-4618626769067388040?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/4618626769067388040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=4618626769067388040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4618626769067388040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/4618626769067388040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-2032471206261256216</id><published>2008-04-23T16:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:06:05.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>The Wisdom of Larry the Cable Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;1. A day  without sunshine is like night.&lt;br /&gt;2. On the other hand, you have different  fingers.&lt;br /&gt;3. 42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the  spot.&lt;br /&gt;4. 99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Remember, half the people you know are below average.&lt;br /&gt;6. He who laughs  last thinks slowest.&lt;br /&gt;7. Depression is merely anger without  enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;8. The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets  the cheese in the trap.&lt;br /&gt;9. Support bacteria. They're the only culture  some people have.&lt;br /&gt;10. A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad  memory.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Change is inevitable, except from vending  machines.&lt;br /&gt;12.  If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of  payments.&lt;br /&gt;13.  How many of you believe in psycho kinesis? Raise my  hand.&lt;br /&gt;14.  OK, so what's the speed of dark?&lt;br /&gt;15.  When  everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.&lt;br /&gt;16.  Hard  work pays off in the future. Laziness pays off now.&lt;br /&gt;17.  How much  deeper would the ocean be without sponges?&lt;br /&gt;18.  Eagles may soar, but  weasels don't get sucked into jet engines&lt;br /&gt;19.  What happens if you  get scared half to death, twice?&lt;br /&gt;20. Why do psychics have to ask you for  your name?&lt;br /&gt;21.  Inside every older person is a younger person  wondering, "What the heck happened?"&lt;br /&gt;22.  Just remember -- if the  world didn't suck, we would all fall off.&lt;br /&gt;23.  Light travels faster  than sound. That's why some people appear bright until you hear them  speak.&lt;br /&gt;24.  Life isn't like a box of chocolates; it's more like a  jar of jalapenos. What you do today, might burn your butt tomorrow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-2032471206261256216?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/2032471206261256216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=2032471206261256216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/2032471206261256216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/2032471206261256216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/04/wisdom-of-larry-cable-guy.html' title='The Wisdom of Larry the Cable Guy'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-6379695126126377384</id><published>2008-04-22T13:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:53:38.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute things'/><title type='text'>A few funnies.....</title><content type='html'>So, the past few days, my son has just made us laugh.  He's getting more and more into being a "big boy" and so the funny things and actions come more and more out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday, I was watching the last 3 kiddos and my son.  They had just finished watching the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse (I tape it and let them watch it at different times later). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Donald Duck was teaching Goofy how to "fancy dance".  After the TV was turned off, he starts walking around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying and actions at the same time: "step (moves right foot), step (moves left foot), now shake (wiggles his booty- then turns and gives me a big grin, then repeats all around the room)". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Last night, my husband was mowing the lawn.  He was just finishing up and my son decided he would go to the other end of the lawn, get out his lawnmower too and "help dad". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit, he noticed there was grass on the sidewalk.  He looks at me and says, "oh no!  Mom look!" &lt;br /&gt;I looked and asked him what we should do. &lt;br /&gt;He puts his hand to his mouth, "hmmmm.  I know!  Oh, Toodles!  Toodles will have some wind to help clean it up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;In the car the other day, my son and I were driving and running errands.  The clouds open up a bit and it starts to rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, from the backseat I hear, "oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;phooey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;!"  There is my son, complaining about he rain. &lt;br /&gt;I asked him what he said.  &lt;br /&gt;He says, "I'm Donald Duck!  Oh, Phooey!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Getting ready for bed the other night, we had finished everything but prayers.  We said our prayers, which my son now likes to pray for his friend T in super sonic speeds...."Dear God, be with T.  Amen". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Then my husband and I were giving him kisses.  Now, mind you, after each kiss, my son is in this fun loving spirit, likes to wipe off each kiss with his hand and say, "ewwww!".  Well, my husband had just given my son a kiss and I was reaching for my son to give him my hug and kiss.  My son stops me and says, "wait mom, I have to ewww first!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-6379695126126377384?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/6379695126126377384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=6379695126126377384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6379695126126377384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/6379695126126377384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/04/few-funnies.html' title='A few funnies.....'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-8646596294125016135</id><published>2008-04-15T16:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:29:13.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Funny to check out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://katierush.com/funny/sarcasma.htm"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a target="_blank"&gt;http://katierush.com/funny/sarcasma.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-8646596294125016135?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/8646596294125016135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=8646596294125016135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8646596294125016135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8646596294125016135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-to-check-out.html' title='Funny to check out.'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-3525399512704539862</id><published>2008-04-14T12:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:34:13.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OB Monday</title><content type='html'>Hello all.  I just wanted to let you know of my latest OB appt.  I went in today to take the "juice" to test for gestational diabetes.  All is "normal" there.  My blood pressure is normal, my weight is good...and at all aspects, this pregnancy is the total opposite of my previous one.  So, it's got to be a girl right??  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One note, since my past pregnancy was so rough and rocky, I am now needing to see the OB on a weekly basis.  It's just to monitor me and make sure all stays ok.  The more I think about it, with all that is happening this summer, my stress level will never be the same, so it's a good thing.  So, starting next week, my OB and I will become old friends again.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good thing, I do get weekly ultra sounds to measure things.  Today, the baby was sucking his/her thumb.  Before they could snap a picture, of course, the hand moved, then it started "blowing bubbles", as the OB calls it, at us.  The baby just opened and closed his/her mouth a lot and then turned away.  Already talking back and not even born yet.  =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep us in your prayers.  It could be a long 3 months.  I just started my 3rd Trimester last week, so this week thing will get old quite soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-3525399512704539862?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/3525399512704539862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=3525399512704539862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/3525399512704539862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/3525399512704539862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/04/ob-monday.html' title='OB Monday'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-2578528097824649786</id><published>2008-04-12T12:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T12:10:05.425-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>So, our painting weekend has been postponed.  Family in SD got snow, not impossible to come down, but not needed.  In NE, it's cooler conditions (30's and 40's) and not right for painting.  So, we thought, next weekend, with the temps in the 70's (what a difference right?), we'll try and get the house painted.   If you are interested in helping, let me know.  We'll start around 10 am next Saturday, April 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since our plans changed, my son and I are spending the day together.  Getting things cleaned up from the "Invasion of the Kiddos" this past week and the electrician that came yesterday and finally finished our basement lights.  We put recessed lighting in, but still needed dimmers.  So that, my friends, is done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between laundry, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacuuming&lt;/span&gt;, and cleaning in general, it's all getting done.  I have a few errands to run this afternoon, then we are off to meet Dad.  He is teaching this weekend and since he has a hotel room with a "pool" we thought we would go and "relax" with him tonight before making it to the baptism of our friend's child tomorrow.  Shall be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope yours is a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-2578528097824649786?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/2578528097824649786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=2578528097824649786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/2578528097824649786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/2578528097824649786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-8799019698363036388</id><published>2008-04-11T13:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:05:02.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Friday Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0YF1Vijfuo/R2IrMcFytbI/AAAAAAAAACE/q6o43waQ-2s/s1600-h/IMG_1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;brought to you by:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://revgalblogpals.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are right in the middle of a move--only twenty minutes away, but we're still a mix of busy, excited, nervous and surprisingly full of grief about what we're leaving, for me at least. So this week's Friday Five asks about your experience of the marvels and madness of moving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many times have you moved?  When was the last time?&lt;br /&gt;       I have moved a bunch.  Luckily, through my entire childhood I was blessed by living in the same house.  I moved my first time to college.  From there, I moved 4 times in my college years before marriage.  Then my husband and I moved in together in May of 2000.  After marriage, we have moved 2 times.  The first time from Lincoln to Papillion, the last time to our house where we reside for a few more months till we move to WF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you love and hate about moving?&lt;br /&gt;       I love the "fresh start" feeling you get when you walk into a room.  I love the newness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;       I hate the packing, paying for gas, getting boxes, dealing with all the mess and especially looking at all the work that needs to be done to each room as we settle in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you do it yourself or hire movers?&lt;br /&gt;       I'm cheap.  I do it myself, but luckily, I have a husband and good friends and family too.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Advice for surviving and thriving during a move?&lt;br /&gt;       Do a little at a time.  Pack a box or 2 a day and it will make your life so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you in the middle of any inner moves, if not outer ones?&lt;br /&gt;       Baby in my tummy.  Looking for a new job.  Reflecting daily on my faith and my life long searching  for inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus: Share a piece of music/poetry/film/book that expresses something about what moving means to you.&lt;br /&gt;      I have always related to the movie, "When Harry Met Sally".  I'm so Sally in so many ways.  My husband is totally Harry.  He looks at me with such amazement and loves me for all my quirks.  Loves me because I am me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-8799019698363036388?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/8799019698363036388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=8799019698363036388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8799019698363036388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/8799019698363036388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/04/moving-friday-five.html' title='Moving Friday Five'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-306954981122561194</id><published>2008-04-10T08:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:51:58.769-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>My last small group.....</title><content type='html'>So, today is Thursday.  And tomorrow the adventure begins.  Today I have 4 kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;2 - 2 year olds&lt;br /&gt;1 - 3 year old (soon to be 4)&lt;br /&gt;1 - 2 month old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, add in:&lt;br /&gt;1 - 18 month old&lt;br /&gt;1 - 4 year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Monday, add in:&lt;br /&gt;another 2 month old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as of Monday, I will have 7 kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;1 - 4 year old&lt;br /&gt;1 - 3 year old (soon to be 4)&lt;br /&gt;2 - 2 year olds&lt;br /&gt;1 - 18 month old&lt;br /&gt;2 - 2 month olds&lt;br /&gt;(not to mention my 4 year old (almost 5) after the school bus comes at 3:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That isn't much of a surprise, except....in this case, 2 of those 7 are under 6 months old.  They don't do anything but eat, sleep, burp, spit up, cry, pee, and poop!  One would say this is good training, but after these next 32 days, I will be ready to give birth.  Ready for the break.  Ready to be just my husband, son, and baby and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as I said before, the adventure begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3716145405102664189-306954981122561194?l=krugie23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/feeds/306954981122561194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3716145405102664189&amp;postID=306954981122561194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/306954981122561194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3716145405102664189/posts/default/306954981122561194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krugie23.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-last-small-group.html' title='My last small group.....'/><author><name>krugie23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16980158793426950541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3716145405102664189.post-8474051880493544308</id><published>2008-04-07T20:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:51:37.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playhouse'/><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>So, it's Monday.  It was a busy, enjoyable, exhausting, and productive weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Friday, my husband and I worked on some odd jobs around the house.  You know, those jobs you put off, and put off, and then put off some more.  Then when they really should be done, you don't have the energy to do them, so you put them off a bit more.  Well, we got a bit of things done that should have been done when we moved in.  Now that we are on the verge of moving out, it's so mind-boggling how simple, inexpensive, and easy these were.  And we could have enjoyed them longer too.  Ah-well.  Worked around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;On Saturday, we got the playhouse moved.   Our realtor suggested moving it so when we put our house up on the market, it would not be an eye sore, bargaining chip, or problem with the sale.  So, on Saturday morning, my in-laws, cousin of my husband's and a friend all went to work and moved the playhouse.  It took around an hour for them to move it from the cement outside our basement door to the trailer.  Much less time then it took to put it there.    Then, after feeding the hungry troop, My husband, son, and father-in-law headed to WF.  Mother-in-Law and I finished a few things around the house, then headed with our Santa Fe packed up with boxes to WF ourselves.  By the time we got to the house, the playhouse was already unloaded and so we (meaning everyone but prego me) moved the boxes and few furniture items from the truck into the house and garage.  Then we were tired....we headed into town to grab supper and came back and crashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sunday, church (more people coming and talking with us and telling us how happy they are we are moving to WF) then husband and I went to meet the realtor and Grandma and Grandpa took our son and spent some time together at a local benefit.  When we were done, they were back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We looked at 3 homes.  The 1st one was the one we were very interested in.  The house is in great shape.  We aren't to fond of the layout and there isn't much of a yard for the kiddos to play in.  But it does have new siding, windows, a 2 car garage, a great garden area, remodeled kitchen, and 4 bedrooms.  Hmmmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The 2nd house....nope.  Not interested in.  Too small and too much work to put into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3rd house, has so much potential.  There is a married couple flipping the house.  It was a re-possessed house that is being gutted out.  There will be an entirely new kitchen cabinets, sink, bathroom, dining room, and so much beautiful woodwork.  It's 2 story and has 3 bedrooms and has so much potential.  They hope to have the house done in June sometime...so may work out for us.  We hope to look at it again in May to see how all the work is coming.  The basement could be finished, isn't yet.  And the yard needs work....but nothing we can't handle.  We'll just wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Otherwise the housing in WF isn't too exciting.  our realtor is keeping us updated and we told her we will make some trips back north if anything comes available.  Otherwise, it's the waiting game right now.   My husband and I both agree that we will concentrate still on getting the house ready for the market.  April 18th is still the magic date.  And then, sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;On the brighter side, we do believe we found daycare.  The organist from the WF church watches kiddos and I called and we chatted with her today.  Got paperwork and we will stop by the next time we are in WF to see the place.  She has room and has us marked down for mid-August.  Funny how this isn't for our son.  We are just trying to figure out for the new baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Our son had a funny this weekend.  He saw a picture of my husband and I on our wedding day and also of his aunt and uncle's and got excited.  He looked at us and said, "Dad, Mom.  You got married up?"  After a bunch of chuckles, we agreed.  Then he pointed to me and said the wanted to "get married up" to me.  After explaining that Dad, Mom, Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt and Uncle were all married and that he couldn't marry them, he decided to "marry up" his cousin.  You would think he would think of any friends, but he just wants to marry a relative.  Aunt/Uncle, you may have to watch out for the crazy NE cousin.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, today....Monday...was a "normal" daycare day.  Kiddos were good, but liked to try and get away with things.  Baby needed attention, but slept pretty good for the 4th day at daycare.  And all and all.....it went well.  Surprising enough, only 1 kiddo was concerned that the playhouse was gone.  None of the other kiddos noticed or voiced any concern.  Guess it meant more to him than the others.  But my son likes it at Grandma and Grandpa's house.  Gives him another excuse to visit them.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next exciting thing....painting the outside of the house this weekend.  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