<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281</id><updated>2012-02-25T09:17:20.572-07:00</updated><category term='40'/><title type='text'>My Story</title><subtitle type='html'>Life moves pretty fast. 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title='Ahhhhhh!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vB2a62XpZm4/TyJQ8L0dtFI/AAAAAAAACXs/xTRPN2PFopU/s72-c/Photo%252520Jan%25252026%25252C%2525202012%2525202%25253A46%252520PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-6011683423901688920</id><published>2012-01-26T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T19:20:38.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep fried spam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-1256765903545972474</id><published>2012-01-26T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T15:11:39.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The future</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;I made a purchase from the apple store and this is how it went:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Take desired item from shelf.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Take iPhone and open Apple Store App.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) Point indicated section at barcode.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) When barcode is recognized, iPhone will click.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Purchase has been made using credit card on file at iTunes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) Receipt emailed to you and you're free to leave the store.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soooooooo awesome!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-1256765903545972474?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/1256765903545972474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=1256765903545972474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1256765903545972474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1256765903545972474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2012/01/future.html' title='The future'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-9120490107403595618</id><published>2012-01-25T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T00:20:47.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Learning to post to my blog from my iPad using blogsy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-elR4LCdvcC4/Tx-sWs55M2I/AAAAAAAACXI/8uGYFLx-IjQ/s500/Photo%252520Sep%25252012%25252C%2525202010%2525203%25253A56%252520PM.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-159529680308612006</id><published>2012-01-23T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T17:48:52.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick's Assignment:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Write a poem, using similes, about a pet or a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D0o4fWXDCQQ/Tx9OTyADS3I/AAAAAAAACW8/nO77tsJUX9w/s1600/NIckPoemChris.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D0o4fWXDCQQ/Tx9OTyADS3I/AAAAAAAACW8/nO77tsJUX9w/s320/NIckPoemChris.JPG" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christopher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as silly as a monkey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as fun as a best friend, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as strong as an ox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;climbs like a rock climber,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;skis fast like a group of running elk, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;does back flips like a ninja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By Nicholas S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-159529680308612006?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/159529680308612006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=159529680308612006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/159529680308612006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/159529680308612006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-brothers.html' title='Big Brothers'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D0o4fWXDCQQ/Tx9OTyADS3I/AAAAAAAACW8/nO77tsJUX9w/s72-c/NIckPoemChris.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-6990211339756058525</id><published>2012-01-23T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:17:05.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ApsI-GxQyB4/Tx3OFvxWm-I/AAAAAAAACWU/MURK99Xc3-k/s1600/82845113.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ApsI-GxQyB4/Tx3OFvxWm-I/AAAAAAAACWU/MURK99Xc3-k/s200/82845113.jpg" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week I was in charge of the Jr. High Spelling Bee (and Marty won!!). In March I'm in charge of Maturation.&amp;nbsp; These are two little jobs, not very stressful, but require some thought and time to make sure all runs smoothly.&amp;nbsp; And I'm so good with that small level of commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a phone call asking if I'd head up Teacher Dinners at the High School during Parent/Teacher conferences next month.&amp;nbsp; I said "no" but would be happy to bring something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I got a call saying I was unanimously approved by the nomination committee to be the PTA President at the Jr. High.&amp;nbsp; Again, a big, fat, "no, but I'm certainly flattered." (Notice no one on the nomination committee volunteered themselves to be the PTA Pres.?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing was I didn't even feel a twinge of remorse. Not a twinge of guilt for saying "no." I did fall back a bit on "I've taken my turn" and "I'm Pres. of the Development Foundation next year" so maybe those were my "outs."&amp;nbsp; Do we need "outs"?&amp;nbsp; I think even if I didn't, I would have still felt perfectly comfortable saying no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me thought, "Do you know how many people I've offended this year?" It's not been pretty.&amp;nbsp; But I'm trying to recover from all that and hence, maybe ready to blog again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-6990211339756058525?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/6990211339756058525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=6990211339756058525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/6990211339756058525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/6990211339756058525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2012/01/coming-out.html' title='Coming Out'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ApsI-GxQyB4/Tx3OFvxWm-I/AAAAAAAACWU/MURK99Xc3-k/s72-c/82845113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-1712637929726143170</id><published>2012-01-22T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:29:25.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lights are Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiRJGcQPSCs/Tx3RFfmZNFI/AAAAAAAACWc/3U3U_bPOARE/s1600/Lexie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiRJGcQPSCs/Tx3RFfmZNFI/AAAAAAAACWc/3U3U_bPOARE/s200/Lexie.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our neighbors keep their sideporch light on all night. I've always thought it was a good idea in lots of ways -- keeping the house lit is welcoming, and probably safe.&amp;nbsp; I've wondered if it was symbolic...they had a daughter who died and my imagination dreamed up that it was kept on as a reminder that all the children weren't home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only small problem is I like to sleep in pitch black dark. And the light shines right in our bedroom.&amp;nbsp; I was so happy when we got shutters instead of blinds because they blocked the light so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now they've moved.&amp;nbsp; It's been a several year process of maybe they'll get to move back, maybe not.&amp;nbsp; But last week it was for sure not.&amp;nbsp; And they moved their final belongings.&amp;nbsp; And for the first time in 8 years, that light has been off for several nights in a row.&amp;nbsp; I miss it.&amp;nbsp; I miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-1712637929726143170?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/1712637929726143170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=1712637929726143170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1712637929726143170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1712637929726143170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2012/01/lights-are-off.html' title='The Lights are Off'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WiRJGcQPSCs/Tx3RFfmZNFI/AAAAAAAACWc/3U3U_bPOARE/s72-c/Lexie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-8785325047434911158</id><published>2012-01-08T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T15:38:43.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lpTXqnmI8VI/Tx3eaQgVfII/AAAAAAAACWk/sXQHDp24GAY/s1600/IMG_4211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lpTXqnmI8VI/Tx3eaQgVfII/AAAAAAAACWk/sXQHDp24GAY/s1600/IMG_4211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom. On her 65th birthday. Oops, sorry, I mean 29th.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My mom's birthday was January 8. She's traveling through South America so we communicated via e-mail and Facebook.&amp;nbsp; But I thought about everything I did that day and how so much is a reflection of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up happy. I generally do. We have a lot of happy women in our family. Being positive was very important to my mom. And her mom.&amp;nbsp; As a teenager upon awaking I wasn't quite as ready to greet the day with a song and a smile as my mom was. She'd come into my room after I'd hit snooze 10 times singing...what would she sing? I can't remember... probably something from a musical. Proabably, "The Hills are Aliiiiiive, With the Sound of Muuuusiiiiic!"&amp;nbsp; Let's be honest, I didn't appreciate being awakened by my mom singing back then.&amp;nbsp; But I did appreciate her joy and optimism she passed down.&amp;nbsp; And now, I am so much better at waking up. When the alarm goes off, I get up. Happy.&amp;nbsp; Because it's what moms should do.&amp;nbsp; (Fine, my kids can attest that there are some days that I am grouchy. But I generally wake up happy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Sunday and I spent church in the Nursery playing with the children. I come from a legacy of women who have an innate ability to interact with children and make them happy. I don't think I was blessed with as much patience and spontinaity (Oh yes, I have some. But my mom, Marge and Grandma have so much patience it's unreal. And combined with my mom's ability to go with the flow, it's superhuman.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love working in Nursery. I begged to be there. I love knowing that I'm good at how to capture their attention during the lesson (Look at this picture of a mother and baby! Everyone put their finger on the baby! Put your finger on the mother! Who has a mother? Your mother loves you!). And I understand their attention span is short and that I'm unaffected by their need to go slide down the slide and then come back to the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this? It's what my mother taught me by example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-thIo-RVPemc/Tx3excWaLOI/AAAAAAAACW0/kiMSSUH6VoQ/s1600/MomAngela1971.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-thIo-RVPemc/Tx3excWaLOI/AAAAAAAACW0/kiMSSUH6VoQ/s320/MomAngela1971.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite photo of me and my mom. 1971.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I want them to have a healthy snack.&amp;nbsp; Apple slices, pretzels and sometimes string cheese.&amp;nbsp; "Isn't this apple delicious?! It's crunchy.&amp;nbsp; Mmm.&amp;nbsp; And so sweet and juicy! I love apples! They're so healthy and good for our bodies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we took an imaginary walk around the room looking for pretend people to help.&amp;nbsp; The kids and I held hands and we walked to each corner. "Look, there's a little girl who's sad because she's hurt. Let's give her a big hug and kiss it better.&amp;nbsp; Oh, over there I see a boy who needs a toy.&amp;nbsp; Do you see him? Let's go give him this pretend toy we're holding!" &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah; it's like my mom wrote the words in my brain and I just read them off exactly as she would.&amp;nbsp; I even feel like my mom when I'm talking like her. I find myself so often thinking, "I sound just like my mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to sing the songs during Sacrament Meeting. So did my mom.&amp;nbsp; She wasn't afraid to sing loud with a full voice. She has a beautiful voice and while mine doesn't quite stay in tune all the time, I'm pretty good on the hymns. I think our family just likes to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church I fed my kids a healthy lunch -- 100% whole wheat bread with All-Natural peanut butter.&amp;nbsp; Now that they make jam sweetened with fruit juice instead of sugar, I opt for that. But growing up we always had honey.&amp;nbsp; (And I think I'm allergic to peanuts. Anyone else notice they make your mouth swell?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wear my glasses all week because I had an appointment to see if I'm a candidate for Lasik (PRK in one year if I don't have a cornea disease which I probably don't but they have to wait a year to measure again, just in case.)&amp;nbsp; I even had to exercise in them. And when I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and wore my glasses, I LOOKED JUST LIKE MY MOM!&amp;nbsp; It was a little bit freaky. And the best part was the next day: I wore my sunglasses over my glasses while driving to meet Dan for lunch. TOTALLY MY MOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to January 8.&amp;nbsp; I quizzed Marty on the spelling bee words.&amp;nbsp; My mom spent hours upon hours for days quizzing me in 7th grade for the Jr. High spelling bee.&amp;nbsp; I REALLY wanted to win!&amp;nbsp; And she helped me learn those words inside and out.&amp;nbsp; And then she came to the bee and I still have the list of words she held while she watched and she marked each word that was used and which words I got etc. Maybe it helped calm her nerves because I know she was rooting for me. And I won! And being a winner was such an amazing feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I was interviewed at the District Bee and the newspaperman asked me who I owed my spelling ability to. Well, I'm literal. So I heard, "From which genes did you get the ability to spell well?" And I said, "My Dad" (because my mom has always said she was never a great speller and I'm more natural at it, so my inherent ability to spell probably came from my dad).&amp;nbsp; But I wish he would have asked me who helped me win because then I would have understood more clearly and answered, "My mom, who spent hours quizzing me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day I helped Nicholas and Christopher practice for their piano recital.&amp;nbsp; I paid Nicholas a quarter for each time he played his song. "Do you think you can do it 4 times? What about 6?!"&amp;nbsp; My mom was never above giving us incentives to make something happen.&amp;nbsp; She told me once about practicing the piano, "When you first create a habit there are 3 stages.&amp;nbsp; First, you do it because you're getting a reward.&amp;nbsp; Later you do it because you're supposed to.&amp;nbsp; But finally you do it because you want to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I read aloud to Nicholas before bed--I couldn't wait to put him to bed so I could find out what happened next in Tomie dePaola's autobiography.&amp;nbsp; And then I read "A Wind in the Door," by Madeliene L'Engle to Christopher.&amp;nbsp; My mom always read out loud to us. And she wasn't afraid to cry in the sad parts, like in Bridge Over Terabethia.&amp;nbsp; And she said she often looked forward to bedtime so she could lay back and read with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tr4k0nCcT6k/Tx3earnoPgI/AAAAAAAACWs/jD91ekghHCI/s1600/IMG_4218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tr4k0nCcT6k/Tx3earnoPgI/AAAAAAAACWs/jD91ekghHCI/s1600/IMG_4218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My mom and a new friend she met in the hostel.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;She's always meeting new friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The "Torre" hike. Torre del Paine, Chile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks, Mom, for everything you taught me and did for me and passed down to me. Love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-8785325047434911158?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8785325047434911158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=8785325047434911158' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8785325047434911158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8785325047434911158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-moms-birthday.html' title='My Mom&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lpTXqnmI8VI/Tx3eaQgVfII/AAAAAAAACWk/sXQHDp24GAY/s72-c/IMG_4211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-1131162454962679998</id><published>2011-10-27T21:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T21:55:08.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Twins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wonder Twin powers, Activate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGP4v21lafg/TqonWrnK_sI/AAAAAAAACUE/E0nkSl_gTfU/s1600/Activate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGP4v21lafg/TqonWrnK_sI/AAAAAAAACUE/E0nkSl_gTfU/s320/Activate.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6Eno0fF0c/TqonXPm1j7I/AAAAAAAACUM/xKe0j0Dm4oQ/s1600/WonderTwins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6b6Eno0fF0c/TqonXPm1j7I/AAAAAAAACUM/xKe0j0Dm4oQ/s320/WonderTwins.jpg" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am seriously shocked at how few people know who the Wonder Twins are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't even allowed to watch TV and I knew who they were!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sad the Halloween party is over. I like dressing up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't think I'm going to be able to convince Dan to dress up again on Halloween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-1131162454962679998?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/1131162454962679998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=1131162454962679998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1131162454962679998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1131162454962679998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/10/wonder-twins.html' title='Wonder Twins!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGP4v21lafg/TqonWrnK_sI/AAAAAAAACUE/E0nkSl_gTfU/s72-c/Activate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-5687289523762614486</id><published>2011-10-18T23:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:39:37.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_VL1XxhWCM/Tp5iQgzn7II/AAAAAAAACTk/HhT0sZtK_7w/s1600/book-of-mormon-request.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_VL1XxhWCM/Tp5iQgzn7II/AAAAAAAACTk/HhT0sZtK_7w/s1600/book-of-mormon-request.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I knew I had to be to Diane's Book of Mormon class today. Because I've been too distracted to ponder and search the scriptures on my own. Going through the routine of reading, but unable to truly ponder and find answers (are there answers in the scriptures for how to feel about the school principal throwing you under the bus and how to heal your heart, mind and spirit from untrue and unkind gossip and to help you decide if you should send your child to private school or not?)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I went to class to have someone do the thinking for me today. And I got what I was looking for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Helaman 5:12 "And now, my sons, Remember, Remember" (always makes me think of cute Monet reciting from memory with her "aw's" instead of "r's..."Wemember, wemember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your foundation; that when the devil shall send forth his mighty winds, yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea, when all his hail and his mighty storm shall beat upon you it shall have no power over you to drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation, a foundation whereon if men build they cannot fall."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; I've felt like I've been looking into the gulf of misery a bit lately and desperately trying to hang on and not go over the edge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we followed up with this scripture in D&amp;amp;C 121:7 &amp;amp; 9 (Another favorite and I so loved hearing it today: My son, peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment; Thy friends do stand by thee and they shall hail thee again with warm hearts and friendly hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am so grateful for the scriptures. And for tender mercies--for the times that Heavenly Father finds us when we're not so sure how to find him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VYoa0XFa5fQ/Tp5iQ6Ow1SI/AAAAAAAACTs/dZoEGNmel5E/s1600/classic-scriptures.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VYoa0XFa5fQ/Tp5iQ6Ow1SI/AAAAAAAACTs/dZoEGNmel5E/s1600/classic-scriptures.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-5687289523762614486?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/5687289523762614486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=5687289523762614486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/5687289523762614486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/5687289523762614486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/10/scripture-of-day.html' title='Scripture of the Day'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_VL1XxhWCM/Tp5iQgzn7II/AAAAAAAACTk/HhT0sZtK_7w/s72-c/book-of-mormon-request.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-7302483685104348709</id><published>2011-10-07T23:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T23:22:15.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Turns Chilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful fall colors one day and snow the next.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bike ride today: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5VVZgDh33E/To_bPvkJ5jI/AAAAAAAACTg/fVAAvnJ70-w/s1600/WinterBike.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5VVZgDh33E/To_bPvkJ5jI/AAAAAAAACTg/fVAAvnJ70-w/s320/WinterBike.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mighty as Hercules we Take our Stand! Hail Olympus!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Froze our hiney's off at the Homecoming football game tonight!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in the name of having been sucked in to being&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;President-Elect of the Olympus Development Foundation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's actually a cool foundation that does great things for the school and my friend assured me it wasn't as time-intensive as Elementary School PTA President.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone want to buy a brick with your name to be added to the Legacy wall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're alumni, you know you want one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tG7iCdIIFdM/To_bOm4yaZI/AAAAAAAACTc/BYOUekGBS68/s1600/GoOly.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tG7iCdIIFdM/To_bOm4yaZI/AAAAAAAACTc/BYOUekGBS68/s320/GoOly.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-7302483685104348709?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/7302483685104348709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=7302483685104348709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/7302483685104348709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/7302483685104348709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/10/weather-turns-chilly.html' title='The Weather Turns Chilly'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5VVZgDh33E/To_bPvkJ5jI/AAAAAAAACTg/fVAAvnJ70-w/s72-c/WinterBike.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-4094581574190916488</id><published>2011-10-03T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:45:36.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandeur Peak--Hi's and Low's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I hiked Grandeur Peak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was shorter than Mt. Oly. I was in the mood for easier&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I was glad to reach the top in less than 2 hours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The views on the way up were stunning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The colors right now are amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5if74OQyF84/Top_SrwpnUI/AAAAAAAACTQ/Cw0ACrXIwns/s1600/GrandeurColors.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5if74OQyF84/Top_SrwpnUI/AAAAAAAACTQ/Cw0ACrXIwns/s320/GrandeurColors.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This has actually been a sucky week and I was hoping the beauty and hike would clear my mind. They didn't. Instead all the alone time just gave me more time to stew.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I did meet a guy on the way down who has been out of work for a year and is getting a divorce. So that sucks even worse than 1st grade being a disaster.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I guess it did help me put things in perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XrAJ8wSNcXA/Top_UGZ1_GI/AAAAAAAACTU/dqqWfu6jSCc/s1600/GrandeurPeak.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XrAJ8wSNcXA/Top_UGZ1_GI/AAAAAAAACTU/dqqWfu6jSCc/s320/GrandeurPeak.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xYaGWdbl2nQ/Top_VqUAlEI/AAAAAAAACTY/DjXi2qIzTu8/s1600/LeavesPath.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xYaGWdbl2nQ/Top_VqUAlEI/AAAAAAAACTY/DjXi2qIzTu8/s320/LeavesPath.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What also doesn't help a sucky week get better is raiding the cupboards&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for chocolate chips and finding some. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-4094581574190916488?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/4094581574190916488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=4094581574190916488' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4094581574190916488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4094581574190916488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/10/grandeur-peak-his-and-lows.html' title='Grandeur Peak--Hi&apos;s and Low&apos;s'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5if74OQyF84/Top_SrwpnUI/AAAAAAAACTQ/Cw0ACrXIwns/s72-c/GrandeurColors.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-4474362349219922302</id><published>2011-09-30T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T21:35:23.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Day Every Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-fnUSVWCWI/Tokr4kvNcTI/AAAAAAAACTA/DwcB8dzld7E/s1600/IMG_0589.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-fnUSVWCWI/Tokr4kvNcTI/AAAAAAAACTA/DwcB8dzld7E/s320/IMG_0589.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bike Ride up Emigration Canyon Sept. 23&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xONHyhKB5EE/Tokr5qjIXZI/AAAAAAAACTE/orNRaWKNEAE/s1600/IMG_0594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xONHyhKB5EE/Tokr5qjIXZI/AAAAAAAACTE/orNRaWKNEAE/s320/IMG_0594.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Courtney chases ball!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aoBl09JdRs4/Tokr7O0nPuI/AAAAAAAACTI/5tDaEIDP7EQ/s1600/IMG_0602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aoBl09JdRs4/Tokr7O0nPuI/AAAAAAAACTI/5tDaEIDP7EQ/s320/IMG_0602.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chubs was a good hamster...&amp;nbsp; Chris will miss him.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CwxQW88Bur4/Tokr-QW8-YI/AAAAAAAACTM/mQh36Gpj96o/s1600/IMG_0604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CwxQW88Bur4/Tokr-QW8-YI/AAAAAAAACTM/mQh36Gpj96o/s320/IMG_0604.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hike up Mt. Oly, Sept. 27&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-6719043705670080465?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/6719043705670080465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=6719043705670080465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/6719043705670080465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/6719043705670080465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/09/end-of-september.html' title='The End of September'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-fnUSVWCWI/Tokr4kvNcTI/AAAAAAAACTA/DwcB8dzld7E/s72-c/IMG_0589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-3798097574303646616</id><published>2011-09-27T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T21:22:48.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of September</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Courtney and Friends are super creative and so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zThNflDj8M/TokmH84kK2I/AAAAAAAACSg/plxa0d_nUPw/s1600/DSC03557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zThNflDj8M/TokmH84kK2I/AAAAAAAACSg/plxa0d_nUPw/s320/DSC03557.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_j3RUggwEzg/TokmJq0shLI/AAAAAAAACSk/fE6u3RXPJwg/s1600/DSC03560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_j3RUggwEzg/TokmJq0shLI/AAAAAAAACSk/fE6u3RXPJwg/s320/DSC03560.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rAM4Evoklc/TokmLuiQ1-I/AAAAAAAACSo/J1_cbJvVIy4/s1600/DSC03588.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rAM4Evoklc/TokmLuiQ1-I/AAAAAAAACSo/J1_cbJvVIy4/s320/DSC03588.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ItTFq1DdG34/TokmM-17GiI/AAAAAAAACSs/sqSqU2-Dcew/s1600/DSC03593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ItTFq1DdG34/TokmM-17GiI/AAAAAAAACSs/sqSqU2-Dcew/s320/DSC03593.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brothers play games together when screens get turned off for a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWiNoY0eZ0Y/TokmOs8n_QI/AAAAAAAACSw/XYJDNnE1USQ/s1600/DSC03594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWiNoY0eZ0Y/TokmOs8n_QI/AAAAAAAACSw/XYJDNnE1USQ/s320/DSC03594.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hosting the Soccer Pasta Party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omVHR2z0DEM/TokmP-uWasI/AAAAAAAACS0/2TQ5nU78oAQ/s1600/DSC03627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-omVHR2z0DEM/TokmP-uWasI/AAAAAAAACS0/2TQ5nU78oAQ/s320/DSC03627.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nick lost another tooth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aHaYOmsj51U/TokmSNndD1I/AAAAAAAACS8/1H0rXYNZIq8/s1600/IMG_0571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aHaYOmsj51U/TokmSNndD1I/AAAAAAAACS8/1H0rXYNZIq8/s320/IMG_0571.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke came with us to the BYU/U of U game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QR8Y31HT1P0/TokmQS1nMCI/AAAAAAAACS4/udKQCmaN5e0/s1600/HikeJulia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QR8Y31HT1P0/TokmQS1nMCI/AAAAAAAACS4/udKQCmaN5e0/s320/HikeJulia.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blue came with me on my Mt. Oly hike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-3798097574303646616?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/3798097574303646616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=3798097574303646616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/3798097574303646616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/3798097574303646616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-bit-of-september.html' title='A Little Bit of September'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--zThNflDj8M/TokmH84kK2I/AAAAAAAACSg/plxa0d_nUPw/s72-c/DSC03557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-5207649006939152143</id><published>2011-09-12T20:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:35:50.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For my birthday, Dan and I hiked to the top of Mt. Olympus!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea! We made it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wRUvLCMk_vc/Tm7BYSpiZKI/AAAAAAAACSc/1sl4aIvHyKg/s1600/MtOlyBirthday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wRUvLCMk_vc/Tm7BYSpiZKI/AAAAAAAACSc/1sl4aIvHyKg/s320/MtOlyBirthday.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-5207649006939152143?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/5207649006939152143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=5207649006939152143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/5207649006939152143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/5207649006939152143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wRUvLCMk_vc/Tm7BYSpiZKI/AAAAAAAACSc/1sl4aIvHyKg/s72-c/MtOlyBirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-2348993682477492517</id><published>2011-09-05T22:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T22:47:27.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Permission to Purge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our recycling can is full to the brim with papers. Papers that were until yesterday filed in the file cabinets. And cupboards. And drawers. In our office. When I couldn't fit one thin piece of paper that I was hurriedly trying to file on Friday, I made time to purge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty good at not saving everything. But I do save lots of things. At least for a few years until it's not so sentimental anymore. Got rid of science reports and triplicate baby announcements. Threw away some drawings and some art projects--especially the ones bedazzled with bumpy beads that took up space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost threw away a math paper of Chris' and then, wondering why I saved a 2nd grade math sheet anyway, I read the teacher's note at the top. After the space for "Name" my then second-grader had written: "bil." And his teacher's note was, "Good work!&amp;nbsp; But next time please put your real name at the top of your work!" Ha, ha! I remember that phase.&amp;nbsp; But it back in the keeper file.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And finally after filling 2 garbage bags with papers, I set in on the blank paper cupboards. And gave myself permission to finally throw away all the scratch paper I had accumulated when I was PTA President... 5 years ago... "The back of all these parent surveys is blank. I can't just throw them away! We'll use them for scratch paper! Look at all the Christmas Choir flyers. What a waste to just throw them away. I'll save them and use them for scratch paper!" Through that line of thinking I'd been storing reams of "scratch paper." So I gave myself permission to not feel responsible for the waste taking place and the trees that were sacrificed and tossed them into the recycling bin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now everything is so clean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdN9wcj2zgk/TmWkB1rUhJI/AAAAAAAACSQ/iT3eRbR0Ovs/s1600/DSC03537.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdN9wcj2zgk/TmWkB1rUhJI/AAAAAAAACSQ/iT3eRbR0Ovs/s320/DSC03537.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I was getting so liberated, I also threw away the stacks of The Friend magazine I'd accumulated and never thrown away because sometimes when you're doing sharing time you really need a certain picture and if you have dozens of past issues, you can usually find it!!&amp;nbsp; But I'm not the Primary President anymore and probably won't be for a very long time and The Friend keeps coming, month after month! And someday someone will categorize all those pictures and maybe we'll have a "Picture Search" on LDS.org and we'll be able to find just the right picture online. So for now...goodbye!&amp;nbsp; Aaaaahhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also this weekend, Chris went Paintballing for the first time and had a blast. They were a little nervous about how much it would hurt, but they prepared with sweatshirts and long pants and are dying to go back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYpLFoCY0_w/TmWkC9Dug4I/AAAAAAAACSU/K7Hjxs5SCyw/s1600/PaintballCrew.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYpLFoCY0_w/TmWkC9Dug4I/AAAAAAAACSU/K7Hjxs5SCyw/s320/PaintballCrew.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MXeA-L281vw/TmWkDSuh5VI/AAAAAAAACSY/OoycUAd-s4g/s1600/PaintballSign.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MXeA-L281vw/TmWkDSuh5VI/AAAAAAAACSY/OoycUAd-s4g/s320/PaintballSign.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Courtney got asked to Homecoming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7bDuTUVwu0M/TmWkA36OqxI/AAAAAAAACSM/ciAFsjZQjm4/s1600/DSC03531.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7bDuTUVwu0M/TmWkA36OqxI/AAAAAAAACSM/ciAFsjZQjm4/s320/DSC03531.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marty and Courtney went boating. The whole family had a picnic in Sugarhouse Park. Dan and Angela went to Crazy, Stupid, Love with friends. My family came over for a Sunday BBQ and to celebrate Michael's birthday. Christopher bore his testimony and said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I want to bear my testimony. I know this Church is true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know the prophet is called of God and I know St. John still walks the earth."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Primary lesson was on John's choice to remain on the earth. So glad he was listening!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got ski passes at Sniagrab so everybody is ready for ski season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-2348993682477492517?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/2348993682477492517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=2348993682477492517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2348993682477492517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2348993682477492517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/09/permission-to-purge.html' title='Permission to Purge'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sdN9wcj2zgk/TmWkB1rUhJI/AAAAAAAACSQ/iT3eRbR0Ovs/s72-c/DSC03537.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-216209262538641526</id><published>2011-09-01T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T14:22:02.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Time on Mt. Olympus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAulVMoBSfc/Tl_oGiG2EyI/AAAAAAAACSI/SvPectzhNAY/s1600/MeOnMtOly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAulVMoBSfc/Tl_oGiG2EyI/AAAAAAAACSI/SvPectzhNAY/s200/MeOnMtOly.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday while I was out for my walk/jog, I found myself looking up at Mt. Olympus and thinking I'd like to climb it. And then I realized, why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sent out a last-minute e-mail to friends, but nobody was available with such little advance notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided I might prefer to do it alone anyway so I could go as far or as short as I wanted.&amp;nbsp; I was a teeny bit nervous I might meet a murderer at the top who might push me off a cliff, but Dan assured me the trail was well-travelled and I'd be perfectly safe. Didn't think about snakes until Nicholas told me to take a picture if I saw one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning I was so excited I woke up before my alarm went off. It's so fun to have something new to do! After I got the kids off to school I set out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal was to hike for 2 hours and I made it for 2:20 before my legs were DYING and my achilles tendon was getting sore and I was afraid I'd stress it too much and compromise my future exercise plans.&amp;nbsp; The first hour was great but challenging. The second hour was very difficult and I had to stand and rest every minute of steep hiking. It is super steep!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the best parts of the day were the people I met. It's kind of cool to think we all decided to hike Mt. Olympus today--it's kind of bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lady was about 60 and her age showed. I was so impressed she was hiking because it wasn't easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An Asian woman was doing Tai Chi near a tree overlooking the valley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two young guys came jogging down past me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One man with hiking poles passed me on the way up and it looked like he was wearing ankle weights! I couldn't believe that someone would need the added challenge!&amp;nbsp; Then he passed me coming down as I was still going up. We chatted a minute and I asked him about his "ankle weights." He said they were actually special fabric protecting his ankles from snakes because he'd seen so many this year! (Great!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A girl about my age hiked past as I was having lunch. I was a bit disappointed because I would have liked to talk and walk together.&amp;nbsp; She never passed me again so she must have made it to the top! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next man was coming down as I was resting on the way up. He commented that the weather was nicer today than yesterday when he hiked up! He said he hikes Mt. Oly 50 - 70 times a year and it takes him about an hour and half. But he runs up. (He was wearing every day Adidas tennis shoes with no socks!) He stopped and chatted and told me he'd hiked Atacacuengo (best guess) in Argentina and made it to the top which is pretty rare.&amp;nbsp; We chatted for quite a while and he told me all about the second time he tried the hike in Argentina with a friend and the friend got sick so they couldn't make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eH7dEaEHT4o/Tl_n1s6pzaI/AAAAAAAACSE/kOrIL5Mayhs/s1600/MtOlyView.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eH7dEaEHT4o/Tl_n1s6pzaI/AAAAAAAACSE/kOrIL5Mayhs/s320/MtOlyView.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, I met Otis as I was resting on the way down. Otis walked to Mt. Olympus from West Valley. He's racing the Wasatch 100 next week so he's trying to put in a lot of miles but not have it be too rigorous. He'd started early in the morning and was planning on walking until 10:00 p.m.&amp;nbsp; It was his 18th 100 and he's done 50 - 60 marathons. Said he screwed up his life when he was younger and doesn't have a wife or kids so runs instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, very interesting people! (Mom, you would have loved it!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt great coming down and can't wait to try it again!&lt;br /&gt;You know it's going to eat at me until I get to the top!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-216209262538641526?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/216209262538641526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=216209262538641526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/216209262538641526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/216209262538641526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/09/free-time-on-mt-olympus.html' title='Free Time on Mt. Olympus'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAulVMoBSfc/Tl_oGiG2EyI/AAAAAAAACSI/SvPectzhNAY/s72-c/MeOnMtOly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-4897418354962246013</id><published>2011-08-31T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T22:39:18.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Aunt Marge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Marge is my mom's sister and lived with our family every summer and spent every Christmas with us for as long as I can remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We would stand by the windows literally with ants in our pants until she finally drove up in her gold Buick Skylark (that she still has, by the way)! She always arrived bearing bags and bags of gifts and we couldn't wait to see what was inside! I swear I remember when the logos on the bags changed from KMart to a new, never-before-known in Utah company, Target. Wonder if I'm remembering right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i069Mtl9nfA/Tl8LsjQNH6I/AAAAAAAACR4/qQwHvZNUy6Q/s1600/MargeChristmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i069Mtl9nfA/Tl8LsjQNH6I/AAAAAAAACR4/qQwHvZNUy6Q/s320/MargeChristmas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone on Christmas: My Mom, Aunt Marge, Rachel and us in the front.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got off the phone with her tonight and told Nicholas I had been talking to Aunt Marge to wish her a happy birthday. He sighed and said, "I LOVE Aunt Marge.&amp;nbsp; She always brings us the best things. Silly String was my favorite."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She can't pass up anything that looks like the kids will love it at the $1 store and then says, "You can enjoy it while it lasts and when it breaks, throw it away. It was only $1!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_VENMwBQKw/Tl8LtqObK5I/AAAAAAAACR8/IXD0490OLw8/s1600/MargeLaserTag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_VENMwBQKw/Tl8LtqObK5I/AAAAAAAACR8/IXD0490OLw8/s320/MargeLaserTag.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marge playing laser tag at Mile's birthday party.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More of my favorite memories include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Sitting on the front porch watching a thunderstorm. "Isn't it exciting?!" she'd ask. Helping us to not be afraid of thunder and lightning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Memorizing "Czechoslovakia" by jumping on the tramp to each letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Memorizing the States and Capitals and all the Presidents of the US with the picture book she had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She found the solution to the Rubik's Cube and got it for me so I could finally master it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She and my mom made matching pink gingham with eyelet quilts for mine and Michelle's bed. I still have mine and it's my favorite snuggle blanket still!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She made us Holly Hobby sleeping bags. We loved them! After we opened them she said we had another surprise and we searched all over the bag until we finally found our initials embroidered on a corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*When I was pregnant with Courtney I received a HUGE box with four blankets and countless receiving blankets, burp cloths and a beautiful crotched white blanket for Courtney. Also sent was a video of her and the blankets showing she'd made them.&amp;nbsp; Later when Marty was born, I gave one of the blankets to him. Then when Christopher and Nicholas were born, I picked out the fabric and Marge sewed them (she tried to teach me, but sewing isn't my forte) and we all tied them together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Marge gave me the money to buy my first computer at college.&amp;nbsp; What a lifesaver it was to have my own workstation at home and not spend those hours in the computer library!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She's a master at helping kids learn and memorize. Her claim to fame is her Times Tables technique and second is teaching us and all her thousands of students to say the Alphabet backwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*She had the yummiest vitamins and protein shakes whenever she came to visit! I'm sure she wondered where they were all disappearing too -- I'd always sneak and grab a handful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Marge notices details and helped us to notice them too. I still love to have her sit at my kitchen table and help the kids--especially the little ones who need extra attention--see things that I don't take the time to point out or even notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Marge can sew anything and fix everything. She's always got a creative solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*When we were kids she got a video camera. It was on film reels back then and we'd love to watch the videos she took of us goofing off. And then watch them all Backwards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*The best part of preparing for Christmas was each getting a turn to go into Marge's room amongst bags and wrapping paper and hidden things under blankets and get to help wrap for the other kids. It was always exciting to keep the surprise that was hidden for everyone else and so thrilling to have Marge call out, "No! Don't come in! We haven't got everything hidden yet!&amp;nbsp; Okay, now you can come in!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Marge was with us in the hospital room when Nicholas was born. She had been getting ready to drive me to the doctor that morning for an appointment, but I ended up being in labor. So Dan drove and Marge followed behind in her car so she could go home to tell the kids when they came home from school. She made a sign for them to see: "Nicholas is Here!" with all the details, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you, Aunt Marge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-4897418354962246013?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/4897418354962246013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=4897418354962246013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4897418354962246013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4897418354962246013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-aunt-marge.html' title='Happy Birthday, Aunt Marge!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i069Mtl9nfA/Tl8LsjQNH6I/AAAAAAAACR4/qQwHvZNUy6Q/s72-c/MargeChristmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-9034563967348530879</id><published>2011-08-30T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:08:49.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I Guess Since the Kids are Gone All Day I'll Find Some Time to Post</title><content type='html'>What a whirlwind summer! We were sorry to see it end. I loved every minute of every travel we went on and every minute we spent with our kids. Now it feels like opposite-land. The kids are gone all day and I've got lots of alone time. ...And to be honest, it didn't take me too long to get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My goal this year is to exercise. Being able to breathe has made it so much more enjoyable and I feel like the real me is back. I do love to run and I do love to ride my bike. I'd just stopped loving it when I had to stop and cough every few minutes to get a good breath and I was wheezing and huffing and puffing all along the way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far the most entertaining thing that's happened since school's started is running into the Weiner Mobile at Target. Now that's gonna put a smile on your face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgmz5woYyGs/Tl1fQVtaYVI/AAAAAAAACOU/C43xvKdbI8E/s1600/WeinerMobile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgmz5woYyGs/Tl1fQVtaYVI/AAAAAAAACOU/C43xvKdbI8E/s320/WeinerMobile.jpg" width="320" /&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/1011582371650952281-9034563967348530879?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/9034563967348530879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=9034563967348530879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/9034563967348530879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/9034563967348530879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/08/well-i-guess-since-kids-are-gone-all.html' title='Well, I Guess Since the Kids are Gone All Day I&apos;ll Find Some Time to Post'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qgmz5woYyGs/Tl1fQVtaYVI/AAAAAAAACOU/C43xvKdbI8E/s72-c/WeinerMobile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-1087393649236652821</id><published>2011-08-22T21:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:55:36.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow! It came faster and earlier than ever this year!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So exciting for Nick to be in all day school! He's excited about eating lunch at school and 3 recesses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bcdr5PjinQI/Tl8Bo4hg-9I/AAAAAAAACR0/8WtEiR6J8Bw/s1600/Nick1stDay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bcdr5PjinQI/Tl8Bo4hg-9I/AAAAAAAACR0/8WtEiR6J8Bw/s320/Nick1stDay.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H2g0RqmtSkE/Tl8Bm6dFd0I/AAAAAAAACRs/31Y4bKssSQQ/s1600/IMG_0511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H2g0RqmtSkE/Tl8Bm6dFd0I/AAAAAAAACRs/31Y4bKssSQQ/s320/IMG_0511.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christopher has two great teachers this year and is going to be challenged a lot but also having a lot of fun while learning.&amp;nbsp; This is the teacher everyone talks about for years to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlyQhQ9Exw4/Tl8BlQ_exbI/AAAAAAAACRo/rgLfRJuHZV0/s1600/IMG_0504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KlyQhQ9Exw4/Tl8BlQ_exbI/AAAAAAAACRo/rgLfRJuHZV0/s320/IMG_0504.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marty is ready to go back, to see his friends and get back in a routine. He's also excited about his English class taught by our neighbor. She's super creative, challenging and fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2TqHuLFp7s/Tl8BnsWPQLI/AAAAAAAACRw/fcyUqJrMmRg/s1600/IMG_0514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E2TqHuLFp7s/Tl8BnsWPQLI/AAAAAAAACRw/fcyUqJrMmRg/s320/IMG_0514.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Courtney has got a big year as well with AP Calculus, AP Physics and AP French. She opted out of AP History and feels so much better about her schedule. She also starts out with soccer so she has to be really disciplined about doing homework when she gets home -- about 8:00 on game nights and 6:30 the other two. Long days. But fun.&amp;nbsp; And I forgot to get her picture before she walked out the door. Darn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-1087393649236652821?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/1087393649236652821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=1087393649236652821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1087393649236652821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1087393649236652821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-2011.html' title='First Day 2011'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bcdr5PjinQI/Tl8Bo4hg-9I/AAAAAAAACR0/8WtEiR6J8Bw/s72-c/Nick1stDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-3666423649754394376</id><published>2011-08-14T19:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:35:51.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaeffer Family Reunion in Pagosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-df3Cu4RqNUQ/Tl78s330JcI/AAAAAAAACRc/sBFa_1NpfgQ/s1600/DriveToPagosa1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-df3Cu4RqNUQ/Tl78s330JcI/AAAAAAAACRc/sBFa_1NpfgQ/s320/DriveToPagosa1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celebrating my father-in-law's 80th  birthday, all the Shaeffers gathered for a reunion in Pagosa.&amp;nbsp; With the  four kids, we've got 3 spouses and 14 kids between us. Plus one cousin's  spouse.&amp;nbsp; Plus five dogs.&amp;nbsp; It all added up to a big, fun group!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I  love the drive to Colorado and one day when it's just me and Dan driving,  I'm going to ask him to stop every 30 min. so I can document all the  sites we look forward to seeing along the way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7xCp2jxw51Q/Tl78tYR60KI/AAAAAAAACRg/2LZC9s86eWQ/s1600/DrivetoPagosa2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7xCp2jxw51Q/Tl78tYR60KI/AAAAAAAACRg/2LZC9s86eWQ/s320/DrivetoPagosa2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l6oTiqDOaKI/Tl7fGjqcQSI/AAAAAAAACRI/vt3vRl-Ke3A/s1600/DriveToPagosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l6oTiqDOaKI/Tl7fGjqcQSI/AAAAAAAACRI/vt3vRl-Ke3A/s320/DriveToPagosa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gL-deM0DTrs/Tl78sBHdwgI/AAAAAAAACRY/uLfENag8NCc/s1600/DrivePagosaLast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gL-deM0DTrs/Tl78sBHdwgI/AAAAAAAACRY/uLfENag8NCc/s320/DrivePagosaLast.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My kids were in heaven spending time with their cousins--especially since everyone played together--even the "old" cousins played fun with the youngest and it made for great memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-90osprkoS_c/Tl7fKqkHQ5I/AAAAAAAACRQ/__m0uDsDtKA/s1600/PagosaParty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-90osprkoS_c/Tl7fKqkHQ5I/AAAAAAAACRQ/__m0uDsDtKA/s320/PagosaParty.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Highlights were Minute-to-Win-It Games and fun prizes, Favorite Memories of Papa shared in an impromptu gathering spot in the barn since it started storming right at party time, fireworks in the yard, five dogs, marathon monopoly, campfires, delicious food, jeep riding, ATV's, BB Guns, shooting Kory's real guns, finding Marty unharmed after losing him on a hike to the falls, helping an injured woman on the hike, hiking to ice caves, fishing, reading AND relaxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s6_sZMYRFyM/Tl7fJ8ceWtI/AAAAAAAACRM/2TS7HAyj0NI/s1600/PagosaFun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s6_sZMYRFyM/Tl7fJ8ceWtI/AAAAAAAACRM/2TS7HAyj0NI/s320/PagosaFun.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQoSMjebEow/Tl7fMQeKInI/AAAAAAAACRU/jLDKA97T3-8/s1600/HikeToFalls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQoSMjebEow/Tl7fMQeKInI/AAAAAAAACRU/jLDKA97T3-8/s320/HikeToFalls.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not highlight was when Gram tripped over the step and broke her wrist requiring surgery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-3666423649754394376?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/3666423649754394376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=3666423649754394376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/3666423649754394376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/3666423649754394376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/08/shaeffer-family-reunion-in-pagosa.html' title='Shaeffer Family Reunion in Pagosa'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-df3Cu4RqNUQ/Tl78s330JcI/AAAAAAAACRc/sBFa_1NpfgQ/s72-c/DriveToPagosa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-9064633495647277131</id><published>2011-08-07T21:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:46:41.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Life Includes InstaCare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we got home from "Our Big Trip Back East," we got back to real life, real fast. Bekah, Jaxon and Lucy came to stay. One day Bekah went to exercise and I held down the fort. Marty and Jax were playing and suddenly Jax tipped over the back of the couch and really hurt his arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I held him as he cried, but even after he calmed down, any movement would start him weeping again. I'd seen this reaction in my own kids too many times to count. I knew he'd broken something. When Bekah got home we took them to Instacare. I dropped them off and came home to take care of Lucy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not more than 10 minutes later, Christopher came home from a birthday party at the swimming pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; "Mom!" he called while I was sitting on the couch giving Lucy a bottle, "Isaac's mom needs to talk to you."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm feeding Lucy, can she come in here?" I called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No," said Christopher. "It's about something that happened at the party."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What Isaac's mom needed to tell me was that Christopher had hit his chin on the bottom of the pool, it looked pretty bad and the Lifeguard at the pool suggested we see if he needed stitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No problem," said I, "I had to go to Instacare to pick up my sister in a few minutes anyway."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So pretty soon we're sitting getting Christopher stitched up (5 stitches in his chin -- gory, but easy to fix) and I get a text from Bekah, "We'll be done in about 10 minutes. Jax broke his arm (which actually turned out to be his clavicle)."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My text back, "We're around the corner... Chris is getting stitches."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-otYk5QjtGnE/Tl7_0yh_xaI/AAAAAAAACRk/6xrhgumYPRw/s1600/InstaCare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-otYk5QjtGnE/Tl7_0yh_xaI/AAAAAAAACRk/6xrhgumYPRw/s320/InstaCare.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the two little buddies got to share their injuries together -- and ice cream after as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-9064633495647277131?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/9064633495647277131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=9064633495647277131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/9064633495647277131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/9064633495647277131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/08/real-life-includes-instacare.html' title='Real Life Includes InstaCare'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-otYk5QjtGnE/Tl7_0yh_xaI/AAAAAAAACRk/6xrhgumYPRw/s72-c/InstaCare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-8840453356677018331</id><published>2011-07-31T16:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:31:10.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sweet youngest sister got married this weekend. Her husband, Jeremy, is awesome! In fact, he didn't mind hanging with the sisters when we all descended on their home 18 months ago--even getting up and making us breakfast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKPTylfMcVU/Tl61qCkr7rI/AAAAAAAACQ4/KZtEwrQqo6c/s1600/DSC00853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKPTylfMcVU/Tl61qCkr7rI/AAAAAAAACQ4/KZtEwrQqo6c/s320/DSC00853.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their wedding was beautiful, the two of them were gorgeous (are gorgeous), the ceremony was touching -- conducted by my other sister, Bekah -- how's that for modern?&amp;nbsp; Jeremy's little boy, Cooper, kept us smiling through tears of joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5pQ6R_l_3aA/Tl61o-UOkxI/AAAAAAAACQ0/63Ng_trbKjE/s1600/DSC00847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5pQ6R_l_3aA/Tl61o-UOkxI/AAAAAAAACQ0/63Ng_trbKjE/s320/DSC00847.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so fun to all be together and get dressed up. The cousins loved being together as well and the celebration of a family wedding was a great ending to our family trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1xZ_nvPQWk/Tl61rPE1LlI/AAAAAAAACQ8/GiYC8HCIv2U/s1600/DSC00856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1xZ_nvPQWk/Tl61rPE1LlI/AAAAAAAACQ8/GiYC8HCIv2U/s320/DSC00856.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FmaM_2a5LbA/Tl61sr3JwuI/AAAAAAAACRA/GlR4G84t8Jw/s1600/DSC00868.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FmaM_2a5LbA/Tl61sr3JwuI/AAAAAAAACRA/GlR4G84t8Jw/s320/DSC00868.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_aFBHEndK0/Tl61uP7FQyI/AAAAAAAACRE/cP7jKipt-m4/s1600/DSC00870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_aFBHEndK0/Tl61uP7FQyI/AAAAAAAACRE/cP7jKipt-m4/s320/DSC00870.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-8840453356677018331?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8840453356677018331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=8840453356677018331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8840453356677018331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8840453356677018331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/07/rachels-wedding.html' title='Rachel&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKPTylfMcVU/Tl61qCkr7rI/AAAAAAAACQ4/KZtEwrQqo6c/s72-c/DSC00853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-7456634946750195046</id><published>2011-07-28T21:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T22:08:33.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Niagara Falls &amp; Palmyra and the Sacred Grove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got up close and personal with Niagara Falls this morning. So powerful! I'm so glad we made the extra trip to see it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rjWEesufaY/Tl2yuhWoG1I/AAAAAAAACQc/5ExdjKCm8o8/s1600/DSC00786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rjWEesufaY/Tl2yuhWoG1I/AAAAAAAACQc/5ExdjKCm8o8/s320/DSC00786.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We left in the afternoon to Palmyra and stopped at The Hill Cumorah, The Smith Family Farm and The Sacred Grove. We were disappointed at first that we'd miss the Hill Cumorah Pageant, but actually without all the visitors, the Sacred Grove was very peaceful. We were able to sit and talk about it's importance on a bench in the grove.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oA_Du3Dajvw/Tl2yvQUyJAI/AAAAAAAACQg/w-syGSw0PR4/s1600/DSC00806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oA_Du3Dajvw/Tl2yvQUyJAI/AAAAAAAACQg/w-syGSw0PR4/s320/DSC00806.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qxxOzSY2ha0/Tl2ywUHW95I/AAAAAAAACQk/RU6tH87ro9I/s1600/DSC00816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qxxOzSY2ha0/Tl2ywUHW95I/AAAAAAAACQk/RU6tH87ro9I/s320/DSC00816.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2WLsu1EF-cA/Tl2yw-RFvmI/AAAAAAAACQo/b0THsqJi9OQ/s1600/DSC00817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2WLsu1EF-cA/Tl2yw-RFvmI/AAAAAAAACQo/b0THsqJi9OQ/s320/DSC00817.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can see the temple from the Smith Family Farm.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvxAv1YaVfA/Tl2yxpI17XI/AAAAAAAACQs/vfxsGFt3sXI/s1600/SacredGrove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvxAv1YaVfA/Tl2yxpI17XI/AAAAAAAACQs/vfxsGFt3sXI/s320/SacredGrove.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Sacred Grove&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After visiting the Church sites, we had a long drive to Newark, New Jersey where we were catching an early flight to Denver. Hard to believe the trip has come to an end.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WEcHP1LwNY/Tl2zZYnP2II/AAAAAAAACQw/P82hKiC-Vns/s1600/IMG_0478.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="91" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WEcHP1LwNY/Tl2zZYnP2II/AAAAAAAACQw/P82hKiC-Vns/s320/IMG_0478.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never got tired of the green, rolling hills and charming farms! So different than the West!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan and I have loved every minute and Nicholas agreed with us that we should keep traveling!&amp;nbsp; The other kids are anxious to go home and see their friends. I remember feeling the same way on long family trips when I was a kid, so I won't take it personally.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so glad we did this trip. It was a non-stop feast of new adventures, but the best part of all was being alone together in our little family unit for 2 weeks! I love our family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-7456634946750195046?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/7456634946750195046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=7456634946750195046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/7456634946750195046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/7456634946750195046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/07/niagara-falls-palmyra-and-sacred-grove.html' title='Niagara Falls &amp; Palmyra and the Sacred Grove'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rjWEesufaY/Tl2yuhWoG1I/AAAAAAAACQc/5ExdjKCm8o8/s72-c/DSC00786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-4456389712892591669</id><published>2011-07-27T21:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:52:42.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tail End -- Cornell &amp; Niagara Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We left Boston early because we had a long 6 hour drive to Ithaca, NY to see Cornell. Clearly, by our lack of photos of the last few colleges, we were feeling the pull of home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3vVkLZJZIA/Tl2q75-dFXI/AAAAAAAACQY/CTz_0eyHncg/s1600/IMG_0476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3vVkLZJZIA/Tl2q75-dFXI/AAAAAAAACQY/CTz_0eyHncg/s320/IMG_0476.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cornell's campus reminded us a lot of BYU. Mixed architecture, wide open spaces. The view from the quad overlooking the valley was the most stunning view of any we'd seen. (I did make the boys get out of the car and look at it when they picked us up. But alas, no photos.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The coolest thing about Cornell was their claim to fame building the smallest guitar and saxophone. They're so small you can't see it with the naked eye and you play the strings with molecules (somehow)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After our tour, info session and lunch we drove another 3 hours to Niagara Falls. We got there just before dusk and the view from our hotel room was awesome! We stayed on the Canadian side because we'd heard the views from Canada were spectacular. They were. Fun accents too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-biBJiBsA6cE/Tl2q49-NkHI/AAAAAAAACQM/l7_wYMLKZFY/s1600/DSC00767.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-biBJiBsA6cE/Tl2q49-NkHI/AAAAAAAACQM/l7_wYMLKZFY/s320/DSC00767.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from our hotel room!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaTZbiHC3lQ/Tl2q51xSLNI/AAAAAAAACQQ/p3ob0HI0vT8/s1600/DSC00768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GaTZbiHC3lQ/Tl2q51xSLNI/AAAAAAAACQQ/p3ob0HI0vT8/s320/DSC00768.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption"&gt;More from our hotel room.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-4456389712892591669?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/4456389712892591669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=4456389712892591669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4456389712892591669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4456389712892591669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/07/tail-end-cornell-niagara-falls.html' title='The Tail End -- Cornell &amp; Niagara Falls'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3vVkLZJZIA/Tl2q75-dFXI/AAAAAAAACQY/CTz_0eyHncg/s72-c/IMG_0476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-8590430965179237449</id><published>2011-07-26T19:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:19:45.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston, Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan had a business meeting this morning and Courtney and I toured Boston College.&amp;nbsp; This left the boys home to sleep in, watch TV and pick up donuts in the neighboring mall for breakfast. They were in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boston College was a beautiful campus with cool architecture. As a Jesuit University, it's pretty religious and and we loved that the Worship Wagon would take you to your place of worship on Sundays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After our tour we took the train back to Boston (unfortunately the longest, slowest route) and met everyone at Boston Gardens. The Gardens is the setting for "Make Way for Ducklings." Love that book! We rode the swan boats and played on the grass and then headed to Fanueil Hall to Boston Chowda' for dinner. Highly recommended as the best Clam Chowder in Boston, it didn't disappoint and we went back for seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bnjc7XbmWs/Tl2nZ85HflI/AAAAAAAACPo/J2fg4AtzzTI/s1600/DSC00726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bnjc7XbmWs/Tl2nZ85HflI/AAAAAAAACPo/J2fg4AtzzTI/s320/DSC00726.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HUbLo-ka3Yg/Tl2ngyiyn7I/AAAAAAAACP8/smg7cXUS17c/s1600/IMG_0461.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HUbLo-ka3Yg/Tl2ngyiyn7I/AAAAAAAACP8/smg7cXUS17c/s320/IMG_0461.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ShwRg1Dd5DQ/Tl2niKxjhwI/AAAAAAAACQA/AP9YAgF-FQU/s1600/IMG_0462.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ShwRg1Dd5DQ/Tl2niKxjhwI/AAAAAAAACQA/AP9YAgF-FQU/s320/IMG_0462.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ShwRg1Dd5DQ/Tl2niKxjhwI/AAAAAAAACQA/AP9YAgF-FQU/s1600/IMG_0462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4JnNJbJcQA/Tl2nj4tytEI/AAAAAAAACQE/btOoh_35voY/s1600/IMG_0467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4JnNJbJcQA/Tl2nj4tytEI/AAAAAAAACQE/btOoh_35voY/s320/IMG_0467.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fy-khlGxiC4/Tl2nlwoTJ8I/AAAAAAAACQI/32z5K2iGSOY/s1600/IMG_0471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fy-khlGxiC4/Tl2nlwoTJ8I/AAAAAAAACQI/32z5K2iGSOY/s320/IMG_0471.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That night we walked over to Fenway Park in a downpour for a Red Sox game. What a great stadium! We loved going to all the MLB games and have a plan to go to more each summer.&amp;nbsp; So wish we had a Major League team in Utah. The Bees are fun, but not quite the same excitement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mrOp3a3V1D8/Tl2na5NEw7I/AAAAAAAACPs/fkwCYwTkalM/s1600/DSC00733.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mrOp3a3V1D8/Tl2na5NEw7I/AAAAAAAACPs/fkwCYwTkalM/s320/DSC00733.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sA81UbRcbk4/Tl2ncBeg9dI/AAAAAAAACPw/tSClh-lpuxg/s1600/DSC00734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sA81UbRcbk4/Tl2ncBeg9dI/AAAAAAAACPw/tSClh-lpuxg/s320/DSC00734.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NHhcrFKivbk/Tl2ndwhS8bI/AAAAAAAACP0/nCl2hFsFzQo/s1600/DSC00744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NHhcrFKivbk/Tl2ndwhS8bI/AAAAAAAACP0/nCl2hFsFzQo/s320/DSC00744.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QrSZc0P69nU/Tl2nfHFzUyI/AAAAAAAACP4/LHk8sFhYF2Q/s1600/DSC00751.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QrSZc0P69nU/Tl2nfHFzUyI/AAAAAAAACP4/LHk8sFhYF2Q/s320/DSC00751.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-8590430965179237449?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8590430965179237449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=8590430965179237449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8590430965179237449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8590430965179237449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/07/boston-day-3.html' title='Boston, Day 3'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Bnjc7XbmWs/Tl2nZ85HflI/AAAAAAAACPo/J2fg4AtzzTI/s72-c/DSC00726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-3810610431222923908</id><published>2011-07-25T19:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:23:54.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston, Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2c1sL7I9zI/Tl2RCM6feXI/AAAAAAAACPI/4K9_n8WwsDQ/s1600/IMG_0446.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2c1sL7I9zI/Tl2RCM6feXI/AAAAAAAACPI/4K9_n8WwsDQ/s320/IMG_0446.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Courtney LOVES MIT!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday morning Courtney and I headed to Harvard. The information session was boring and the tour was worse. What a disappointment! The tour guide talked in a soft whisper and blabbed about her friends and their lives and sadly they weren't interesting at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79BIzwKURug/Tl2Q9H2Tl9I/AAAAAAAACO8/ZO_kSAEZuwU/s1600/IMG_0440.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-79BIzwKURug/Tl2Q9H2Tl9I/AAAAAAAACO8/ZO_kSAEZuwU/s320/IMG_0440.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We met the fam for an outdoor brunch and then they dropped us off at MIT. Here Courtney was in heaven surrounded by all that math and those formulas! She didn't stop smiling and was giddy at the mention of doing problem sets with your dorm mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-64D5cwJyHPI/Tl2Q_BSWWeI/AAAAAAAACPA/i8VyXr1ZcBM/s1600/IMG_0443.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-64D5cwJyHPI/Tl2Q_BSWWeI/AAAAAAAACPA/i8VyXr1ZcBM/s320/IMG_0443.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Math designs as decoration on the Aquatic Center's windows.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5SCNgYHLp0/Tl2RATjvxqI/AAAAAAAACPE/g_Yb4qqCVOk/s1600/IMG_0444.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5SCNgYHLp0/Tl2RATjvxqI/AAAAAAAACPE/g_Yb4qqCVOk/s320/IMG_0444.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;White boards in the dorm so you can figure out the equation for a circuit before bed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bHDFVEG2d6g/Tl2RDXeNLSI/AAAAAAAACPM/9Ovz8YpdQuU/s1600/IMG_0448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bHDFVEG2d6g/Tl2RDXeNLSI/AAAAAAAACPM/9Ovz8YpdQuU/s320/IMG_0448.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The architecture was pretty cool. Buildings were numbered instead of named!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, "Hacks" were the pinnacle of smart kids using science and math to have ingenious fun. Hacks are pranks students pull each year.&amp;nbsp; There are rules -- they have to be safe and ethical etc. But to be the most inventive is the ultimate challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80pNeYK1mjA/Tl2RERJRsCI/AAAAAAAACPQ/0A5ykPf_o4g/s1600/IMG_0450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80pNeYK1mjA/Tl2RERJRsCI/AAAAAAAACPQ/0A5ykPf_o4g/s320/IMG_0450.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZT61xwxdJOY/Tl2RGK3A0JI/AAAAAAAACPU/hGyqb7GmoGU/s1600/IMG_0453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZT61xwxdJOY/Tl2RGK3A0JI/AAAAAAAACPU/hGyqb7GmoGU/s320/IMG_0453.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, the bookstore had everything you could want to be a cool, science nerd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KX8WoeFWlpA/Tl2RIh1i2vI/AAAAAAAACPY/NSqNOrCFvjo/s1600/IMG_0455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KX8WoeFWlpA/Tl2RIh1i2vI/AAAAAAAACPY/NSqNOrCFvjo/s320/IMG_0455.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;E/C2 = &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; -1 is Imaginary = &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; PV/nR (gas equation) = &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cnvGFs8vnTc/Tl2RKeQPyPI/AAAAAAAACPc/t5dalFromyk/s1600/IMG_0456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cnvGFs8vnTc/Tl2RKeQPyPI/AAAAAAAACPc/t5dalFromyk/s320/IMG_0456.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't even get this but Courtney knew it was hilarious!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fB7xffTWWtI/Tl2RLRuWHEI/AAAAAAAACPg/4ce3jCx4ZmE/s1600/IMG_0460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fB7xffTWWtI/Tl2RLRuWHEI/AAAAAAAACPg/4ce3jCx4ZmE/s320/IMG_0460.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;End of a great day!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We topped off the day with lobster and crab at Jasper White's Crab Shack. We ordered a lot and devoured it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-3810610431222923908?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/3810610431222923908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=3810610431222923908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/3810610431222923908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/3810610431222923908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/07/boston-day-2.html' title='Boston, Day 2'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2c1sL7I9zI/Tl2RCM6feXI/AAAAAAAACPI/4K9_n8WwsDQ/s72-c/IMG_0446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-8322449547326978515</id><published>2011-07-24T16:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:34:29.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston, Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best part of arriving in Boston was our friends from back home, The O'Brien Family, were there too! we met at church in the morning and then took the Duck Boat tour after. The kids were so happy to be with friends again! Their drought in family-only, no-friend-land was finally over after 10 long days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KLCyP5Obee8/Tl1kM9dCJgI/AAAAAAAACOg/YOpwfreXkWc/s1600/DSC00659.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KLCyP5Obee8/Tl1kM9dCJgI/AAAAAAAACOg/YOpwfreXkWc/s320/DSC00659.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Italian food was delicious in Boston as were pastries at Mike's! Wow! So decadent we went back for more the next day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZQ9Su-Gk9A/Tl1kJl1BtJI/AAAAAAAACOY/2e-4Popmf1k/s1600/DSC00597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JZQ9Su-Gk9A/Tl1kJl1BtJI/AAAAAAAACOY/2e-4Popmf1k/s320/DSC00597.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4RIqPeeX1Q/Tl1kK3P4B3I/AAAAAAAACOc/dLHaDs_Eo8U/s1600/DSC00622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I4RIqPeeX1Q/Tl1kK3P4B3I/AAAAAAAACOc/dLHaDs_Eo8U/s320/DSC00622.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sjDINEz_O2g/Tl1kXI3-DRI/AAAAAAAACOo/55iGRQu3rSs/s1600/IMG_0423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sjDINEz_O2g/Tl1kXI3-DRI/AAAAAAAACOo/55iGRQu3rSs/s320/IMG_0423.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y687E4JSuxc/Tl1kZAHFZAI/AAAAAAAACOs/k8lAWsmOuMc/s1600/IMG_0424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y687E4JSuxc/Tl1kZAHFZAI/AAAAAAAACOs/k8lAWsmOuMc/s320/IMG_0424.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later that afternoon we parted with the O'Briens and drove out to Lexington and Concord, Massachusetts. We visited the homes of Henry David Thoreau &amp;amp; Nathaniel Hawthorne (same place), Louisa May Alcott and Ralph Waldo Emerson -- practically right next door to each other. We also drove to Walden Pond and Sleepy Hollow Cemetery (not THE Sleepy Hollow, just another cemetery with the same name) and visited the graves of the same authors.  Pretty Historical Place (literally).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZOh7OxFDE4/Tl1kODEZboI/AAAAAAAACOk/lpgl767LQ5k/s1600/DSC00672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZOh7OxFDE4/Tl1kODEZboI/AAAAAAAACOk/lpgl767LQ5k/s320/DSC00672.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4YiOVHuGeg/Tl1kaf3bhaI/AAAAAAAACOw/OWr9eh84XJQ/s1600/IMG_0429.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W4YiOVHuGeg/Tl1kaf3bhaI/AAAAAAAACOw/OWr9eh84XJQ/s320/IMG_0429.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gz6CcEcxoHk/Tl1kb6KPVJI/AAAAAAAACO0/mnLC6m71XsY/s1600/IMG_0437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gz6CcEcxoHk/Tl1kb6KPVJI/AAAAAAAACO0/mnLC6m71XsY/s320/IMG_0437.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were exhausted by the time we got back. Spent the evening watching movies in the hotel and relaxing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8kN6-U1LEb4/Tl1kjiLENfI/AAAAAAAACO4/cLmrw-zueyE/s1600/Robes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8kN6-U1LEb4/Tl1kjiLENfI/AAAAAAAACO4/cLmrw-zueyE/s320/Robes.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-8322449547326978515?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8322449547326978515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=8322449547326978515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8322449547326978515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8322449547326978515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/07/boston-day-1.html' title='Boston, Day 1'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KLCyP5Obee8/Tl1kM9dCJgI/AAAAAAAACOg/YOpwfreXkWc/s72-c/DSC00659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-6863250146101494340</id><published>2011-07-23T22:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T15:49:58.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yale, Newport, Brown and Arriving in Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another early start to get on the road. We started out for Yale thinking how easy it was to get across town on a Saturday morning. By the time we hit the freeway up to Connecticut, realized that everyone from the city was heading up to Connecticut with us. Took us 2 1/2 hours to drive 75 miles. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just drove around campus--beautiful buildings, not sure what we think of New Haven. It's not very nice, actually. Not sure if we missed the best part...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we drove up to Newport, Rhode Island. So quaint! So crowded!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a great lunch at The Parrot Cafe and then rode the bus to the famous Newport Mansions. Toured the Vanderbilt's "The Breakers" home. 150,000 square feet. It was so ornate and quite amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6gFuE11shlU/TiuhyaUNiwI/AAAAAAAACNY/f6dV1CvdIWQ/s1600/photo-713350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632773646386563842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6gFuE11shlU/TiuhyaUNiwI/AAAAAAAACNY/f6dV1CvdIWQ/s320/photo-713350.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; After we walked along "The Cliff Walk" along ocean past more beautiful mansions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ai1IxMWY_vs/Tiuh2zo0t2I/AAAAAAAACNg/Ghh7asJd_6Q/s1600/photo-731541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632773721903380322" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ai1IxMWY_vs/Tiuh2zo0t2I/AAAAAAAACNg/Ghh7asJd_6Q/s320/photo-731541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We left Newport and headed to Providence to see the campus of Brown University.&amp;nbsp; Downtown Providence seems brand new and clean. Very impressive. The campus was in a beautiful part of the city, just blocks from downtown. Also beautiful. All these back east colleges have so much character!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4WgO1SGNLI/Tiuh7cEXapI/AAAAAAAACNo/3NaSeueLgRY/s1600/photo-749457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632773801475795602" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4WgO1SGNLI/Tiuh7cEXapI/AAAAAAAACNo/3NaSeueLgRY/s320/photo-749457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From Brown we had an hour drive to Boston. Great hotel in Cambridge. Watched Harry Potter, The Sorcerer's Stone on TV when we got here. Everyone is realizing how weird it is to watch TV without Tivo (you have to watch commercials)! I've told everyone that in "the olden days" when I watched TV, commercials were a good break to go to the bathroom, get a drink, get something to eat etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little intermission isn't such a bad thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our friends, the O'Briens, are here on vacation too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We overlap a day and everyone is excited to see them tomorrow! Yea, Friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-6863250146101494340?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/6863250146101494340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=6863250146101494340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/6863250146101494340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/6863250146101494340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/07/yale-newport-news-brown-and-arriving-in.html' title='Yale, Newport, Brown and Arriving in Boston'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6gFuE11shlU/TiuhyaUNiwI/AAAAAAAACNY/f6dV1CvdIWQ/s72-c/photo-713350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-1993650078116511215</id><published>2011-07-22T14:17:00.101-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:23:41.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Statue of Liberty and The Yankees and It's SOOOO HOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--POttRBtzc4/Tina2EYivAI/AAAAAAAACK4/nGVL_AhPZ58/s1600/photo-747334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632273431427988482" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--POttRBtzc4/Tina2EYivAI/AAAAAAAACK4/nGVL_AhPZ58/s320/photo-747334.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick has been really excited about seeing the Statue of Liberty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were able to get tickets to get in the pedestal but not the crown.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Making a trip? If you plan a few months ahead you can get timed tickets so you can avoid some lines.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We started at 9:00 and were able to walk right through security and onto the boat.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Funny security story--I kept setting off the detector.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had to use the wand and pat me down. The culprit? The underwire in my bra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6MbkY3EumLc/Tina9PV7OcI/AAAAAAAACLA/w5sZtVjaPlY/s1600/photo-776076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632273554628884930" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6MbkY3EumLc/Tina9PV7OcI/AAAAAAAACLA/w5sZtVjaPlY/s320/photo-776076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Record-breaking heat made any time outside miserable. Everyone was dripping.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately the interior of Ms. Liberty was air conditioned and no lines.&lt;br /&gt;102* and with humidity, heat index was 114*!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nUmRURCQ_c/TinbN4tlmtI/AAAAAAAACLQ/JkS5o8yZLPY/s1600/photo-742463.PNG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632273840611891922" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nUmRURCQ_c/TinbN4tlmtI/AAAAAAAACLQ/JkS5o8yZLPY/s320/photo-742463.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the Statue of Liberty, we took a boat to Ellis Island. This was our first time to Ellis Island and we wanted to make sure Christopher got to see it since he'll be studying all about immigration in Mrs. Ross' class this year. Great displays and pictures really bring Ellis Island and immigration to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best part was it was almost cold inside the building! We were so relieved to get inside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9c7QttoTJIE/TinbJ9kTwiI/AAAAAAAACLI/hOkkGXwwED8/s1600/photo-722600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632273773195674146" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9c7QttoTJIE/TinbJ9kTwiI/AAAAAAAACLI/hOkkGXwwED8/s320/photo-722600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ellis Island we went back up to Columbia to get Courtney a sweatshirt from the bookstore, then down to 83rd and Amsterdam (our old neighborhood) to an old favorite for lunch, "Good Enough to Eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were so glad to get back to our hotel and cool off for a few hours before the Yankees game.&lt;br /&gt;We sat around reading books, watching TV and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UySernPYsj4/TipLYj6tw2I/AAAAAAAACMw/FQRg4xLPk6M/s1600/photo-758088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632397169310679906" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UySernPYsj4/TipLYj6tw2I/AAAAAAAACMw/FQRg4xLPk6M/s320/photo-758088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took the subway to Yankees Stadium which was super slick and easy. On the way to the stop, Nick was STARVING. So easy to grab food on the go in New York!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IKEUdZdATdM/TipL25YGooI/AAAAAAAACNI/HlLEXXdUXAo/s1600/photo-778310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632397690467164802" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IKEUdZdATdM/TipL25YGooI/AAAAAAAACNI/HlLEXXdUXAo/s320/photo-778310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6w6zZTByabs/TipL7DhvddI/AAAAAAAACNQ/5DKaz790GnU/s1600/photo-795948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632397761911420370" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6w6zZTByabs/TipL7DhvddI/AAAAAAAACNQ/5DKaz790GnU/s320/photo-795948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuPli55dvAE/TipLq_E5BlI/AAAAAAAACNA/U3ObxjmNyi8/s1600/photo-730688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632397485838763602" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuPli55dvAE/TipLq_E5BlI/AAAAAAAACNA/U3ObxjmNyi8/s320/photo-730688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the second inning someone hit a Grand Slam and the Yankees got ahead 14-5.&lt;br /&gt;After that it seemed the game dragged by. It was still broiling outside at 9:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;After 3 hours we were still only in the 6th inning.&lt;br /&gt;It was 10, so we called it a night and headed home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-1993650078116511215?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/1993650078116511215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=1993650078116511215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1993650078116511215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1993650078116511215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/07/statue-of-liberty-and-yankees-and-its.html' title='Statue of Liberty and The Yankees and It&apos;s SOOOO HOT!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--POttRBtzc4/Tina2EYivAI/AAAAAAAACK4/nGVL_AhPZ58/s72-c/photo-747334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-770937444227453090</id><published>2011-07-21T14:14:00.142-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:50:13.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Columbia and New York Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning we did things a bit differently.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan took Courtney to her info session and tour at Columbia and I slept in with the boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had some errands to do--mainly transfer our luggage to another hotel and pick up our laundry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we dropped off our luggage with the concierge, we headed up to FAO Schwartz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CssL7qYV-iA/TinaAGj0DVI/AAAAAAAACKQ/8Phnj5WAFsk/s1600/photo-731738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632272504299195730" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CssL7qYV-iA/TinaAGj0DVI/AAAAAAAACKQ/8Phnj5WAFsk/s320/photo-731738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1 to-do was play the giant piano.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had fun playing but agreed the $250,000 price tag was a bit steep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4guWC9aqoE/TinaRY0FYAI/AAAAAAAACKg/dvRRG3BZ1-E/s1600/photo-700500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632272801257054210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4guWC9aqoE/TinaRY0FYAI/AAAAAAAACKg/dvRRG3BZ1-E/s320/photo-700500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What-nots" -- Essentially "build your own Muppet"! I must have one of these! Think I'll ask for it for my birthday! You can get online at FAO Schwartz' website and build your own there -- super cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Must Have My Own Muppet. We'll blame that on the hours of Sesame Street I watched as a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0lsh0fPemc8/TinaaHRAJWI/AAAAAAAACKo/399qJRcqaDk/s1600/photo-735920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632272951165330786" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0lsh0fPemc8/TinaaHRAJWI/AAAAAAAACKo/399qJRcqaDk/s320/photo-735920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barbie fooz ball. No more words needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After shopping, buying toys, and stopping for treats at the candy counter we walked over to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patsy's--favorite chain standby--for pizza and salads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the laundry. We were able to wrestle our 40 lb bag into the taxi fine, but when he dropped us off 2 blocks from our hotel because he got confused with construction, I was a bit bugged. But it had to be done so I hefted our black garbage bag full of clean clothes down Madison Ave. and in the front doors of The Palace.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIWaIZcvZQQ/TijwsZTyvrI/AAAAAAAACJA/4vb2PnbJcPk/s1600/photo-703933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632015979525619378" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIWaIZcvZQQ/TijwsZTyvrI/AAAAAAAACJA/4vb2PnbJcPk/s320/photo-703933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Courtney and Dan met up with us at the  hotel and we walked through Rockefeller Center to catch the  double-decker bus. Always had loved this way of seeing New York.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But didn't take into account what it felt like to be trapped on top of a bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; in the blazing sun at 98* and stuck in afternoon traffic. Nobody was having fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sL-_Qhf47LA/TinarHFqNBI/AAAAAAAACKw/Ndf3-JEnOTg/s1600/photo-704514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632273243175531538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sL-_Qhf47LA/TinarHFqNBI/AAAAAAAACKw/Ndf3-JEnOTg/s320/photo-704514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpjdOm5pIOs/TipHJFhqreI/AAAAAAAACL4/-znLXd1AFvc/s1600/photo-770332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632392505408007650" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rpjdOm5pIOs/TipHJFhqreI/AAAAAAAACL4/-znLXd1AFvc/s320/photo-770332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made it to Chinatown and were glad to  be free. Everyone had fun trying their negotiating skills buying  sunglasses, watches, a purse, a piggy bank and a statue of liberty  souvenir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While in Chinatown, we ate the best  Chinese dinner ever. Were concerned at first looking at menu items such  as frog, eel, and chicken feet, but then our waiter brought an american  favorites menu with walnut shrimp, cashew chicken, sesame chicken,  broccoli and stir fried green beans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After dinner we took the subway back home. Everyone was hot, sweaty and smelly.&amp;nbsp; Did that stop me and Courtney from going shopping? No, it did not. Afraid we'd not be able to shower and change before H&amp;amp;M and Zara closed, Courtney went as-is. I was even so self conscious when people shopped close to me, I would quickly move to a new rack. Truly, I smelled that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest of that evening we all hung out in the hotel happy to relax, watch TV and cool off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-770937444227453090?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/770937444227453090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=770937444227453090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/770937444227453090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/770937444227453090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/07/columbia-and-new-york-day-2.html' title='Columbia and New York Day 2'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CssL7qYV-iA/TinaAGj0DVI/AAAAAAAACKQ/8Phnj5WAFsk/s72-c/photo-731738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-4149453460465934385</id><published>2011-07-20T21:33:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T22:09:42.915-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First to Princeton, Then to New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were up and at 'em first thing in the morning again to make the 1 1/2 hour drive to Princeton, New Jersey. Not only is the campus and architecture beautiful, but the surrounding town is really neat too. (And by the way, the word "campus" was first coined at Princeton in reference to college "yards," because "yards" just didn't do the expansive grounds justice.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vna-WK3KdM/TijxnSzHs2I/AAAAAAAACJY/AwiiRlNsSpQ/s1600/photo-740892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632016991390249826" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vna-WK3KdM/TijxnSzHs2I/AAAAAAAACJY/AwiiRlNsSpQ/s320/photo-740892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a speed talker at the info session again, which I've learned I like sooo much better then the slow, deliberate speaker. They cover so much more and are so much easier to listen to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After grabbing souvenir t's at the bookstore and some lunch to eat in the car, we drove another 1 1/2 hours to Manhattan. Our first stop in the city was the laundromat ($32 to have someone wash and fold 7 days of laundry for 6 people. I would pay that in a heartbeat at home to have someone take care of laundry for me! What a steal!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Dan dropped us off at The Palace hotel and returned the rental car so we wouldn't have to pay for it in the city. I tried to check-in and we hit our first snag of our 17 day trip--our reservation was for the next day. Yikes, the hotel was sold out and so was everywhere else. By the time Dan got back, I was surfing expedia on my iPad, Marty had the concierge get us hooked up with wi-fi so we could surf on Dan's laptop and Dan started surfing Hotels.com. Pretty sure we got the last hotel rooms in the city for that night. Called my cousin who manages another hotel and later when she called me back she said she was amazed we could find something. The city was sold out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We stayed downtown with our rooms overlooking Ground Zero which was actually pretty cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BY3IXJScOE/TijxRdTvveI/AAAAAAAACJQ/knbSc9kpVL0/s1600/photo-752317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632016616254324194" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_BY3IXJScOE/TijxRdTvveI/AAAAAAAACJQ/knbSc9kpVL0/s320/photo-752317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Two pools are placed as a memorial where the Twin Towers used to be. The building under construction will be the tallest Freedom Tower and the newest tallest building in New York City. Currently it's only half-way built.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had enough time to get to the room, change and rush to dinner at Max Brenners.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Specializes in chocolate and desserts. Real food was good too, but the shakes everyone got with dinner were heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfFiMl8fmqc/Tin6S3A6ZBI/AAAAAAAACLY/IjD8eZ_nj5I/s1600/photo-798353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632308010915882002" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfFiMl8fmqc/Tin6S3A6ZBI/AAAAAAAACLY/IjD8eZ_nj5I/s320/photo-798353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From there we jumped on the subway up to Times Square to see The Lion King. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Nick got really excited when he saw his first Subway rat! "Oh! I spotted one! I see it! There's a subway rat right there! Do you see it? Look!"&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think it was gross at all, just really excited to see a bit of nature underground! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c8hADbXmzkU/TipH2qm7R5I/AAAAAAAACMI/Rcpce6E1c5E/s1600/photo-752681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632393288456292242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c8hADbXmzkU/TipH2qm7R5I/AAAAAAAACMI/Rcpce6E1c5E/s320/photo-752681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sUC_AHf8EdQ/TipEPehtZQI/AAAAAAAACLg/-yVrr0HajtU/s1600/photo-727985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632389316663403778" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sUC_AHf8EdQ/TipEPehtZQI/AAAAAAAACLg/-yVrr0HajtU/s320/photo-727985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zmag-KRI4iM/TipIbnlyK5I/AAAAAAAACMY/r3ZDLSY4l0o/s1600/photo-701920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632393923301354386" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zmag-KRI4iM/TipIbnlyK5I/AAAAAAAACMY/r3ZDLSY4l0o/s320/photo-701920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AK1gdO1g7Bs/TipHxT3bclI/AAAAAAAACMA/JiuFO4fUZ1w/s1600/photo-731673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632393196452147794" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AK1gdO1g7Bs/TipHxT3bclI/AAAAAAAACMA/JiuFO4fUZ1w/s320/photo-731673.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/1011582371650952281-4149453460465934385?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/4149453460465934385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=4149453460465934385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4149453460465934385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4149453460465934385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-to-princeton-then-to-new-york.html' title='First to Princeton, Then to New York'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Vna-WK3KdM/TijxnSzHs2I/AAAAAAAACJY/AwiiRlNsSpQ/s72-c/photo-740892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-4735246496095774930</id><published>2011-07-19T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T15:02:44.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia -- Tuesday, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xhiiu8OVR8/Tijx-Cw81hI/AAAAAAAACJg/cVze3uvXHfY/s1600/photo-731699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632017382223173138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xhiiu8OVR8/Tijx-Cw81hI/AAAAAAAACJg/cVze3uvXHfY/s320/photo-731699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan dropped Courtney and me off at Penn  and took the boys to check into the hotel and find some lunch. Courtney  and I got Chinese at a street cart (love street carts!) and then headed  to the info session. Beautiful auditorium, boring presentation.  Unfortunately we had to skip the campus tour because we all had tickets  to go through Independence Hall. Also a boring tour. We wished we'd just  looked at the outside and skipped the tour. Now we know for anyone else  who goes there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan  and the boys did see the Liberty Bell which Nicholas was very excited  about because he'd learned all about it this year at school.  We walked  around the historical area and then ended up at The Constitution Center.  We got there at 5:00 with only an hour left until it closed. That was  perfect because then we got in for half price and we really only wanted  to spend an hour anyway. The main exhibit was very hands-on and a great  learning tool. Everyone enjoyed it. The final room had life-size bronze  sculptures of all the founding fathers. Had fun with them too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bgUcJZi9-Xs/TijyrWLLUPI/AAAAAAAACJw/1ugiKnSAvvg/s1600/photo-711711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632018160527560946" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bgUcJZi9-Xs/TijyrWLLUPI/AAAAAAAACJw/1ugiKnSAvvg/s320/photo-711711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3MlWEYekGkk/TijyUj8DV5I/AAAAAAAACJo/Fqv7_z39y4w/s1600/photo-720448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632017769085228946" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3MlWEYekGkk/TijyUj8DV5I/AAAAAAAACJo/Fqv7_z39y4w/s320/photo-720448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p2JMSwdhQo0/TijzDeH4eNI/AAAAAAAACJ4/0fwrmGsWm7A/s1600/photo-708440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632018574978087122" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p2JMSwdhQo0/TijzDeH4eNI/AAAAAAAACJ4/0fwrmGsWm7A/s320/photo-708440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the museum we took the Phlash Bus back to our hotel. This part of Philadelphia is really beautiful. We had a big Italian family style meal for dinner and then walked back to our hotel room. Only two blocks away out of the blue thunder crashed and it started pouring rain. We stood in a doorway for a few minutes and then ran home.&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 href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ01fq9FFHY/Tijw_Z7D5uI/AAAAAAAACJI/enDkNMJf-Rc/s1600/photo-779569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632016306107836130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ01fq9FFHY/Tijw_Z7D5uI/AAAAAAAACJI/enDkNMJf-Rc/s320/photo-779569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;View from our hotel room -- City Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we got Nick and Chris to bed, the rest of us stayed up reading, writing in journals, blogging and watching a marathon of The Office. Marty's first time watching and he was laughing the whole time which was just as entertaining as the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-4735246496095774930?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/4735246496095774930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=4735246496095774930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4735246496095774930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4735246496095774930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/07/philadelphia-tuesday-part-2.html' title='Philadelphia -- Tuesday, Part 2'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xhiiu8OVR8/Tijx-Cw81hI/AAAAAAAACJg/cVze3uvXHfY/s72-c/photo-731699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-5358601232148886</id><published>2011-07-19T21:20:00.053-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:15:44.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amish Farms -- Tuesday Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-hqTkga3r4/TijtNrGV9pI/AAAAAAAACIg/mEQ6jAcvLho/s1600/photo-712687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632012153190217362" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-hqTkga3r4/TijtNrGV9pI/AAAAAAAACIg/mEQ6jAcvLho/s320/photo-712687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had to get up EARLY today so we could help the farmer on his farm. Nicholas has really been looking forward to this part of our vacation! He could't wait to milk a cow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I went in to wake up the boys, Nick was sound asleep. I whispered, "Nick, it's time to go help the farmer," and he bolted up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Several other families were staying at "Verdant View Farms" Bed &amp;amp; Breakfast. There were other kids all helping out as well. When we first walked into the cow barn, a horrible smell nearly knocked us out. It wasn't manure and I couldn't place the smell at all. However after a few minutes we got used to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all got to help milk a baby calf with a large bottle. It's mother stood by watching and of course I have ethical dilemmas with a mother not getting to feed her own baby, but that not being the time or place to worry about it, it was fun to help milk the calf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7hOO2v69qTc/Tijs7dLgt4I/AAAAAAAACIY/tFb1bNY8BZk/s1600/photo-740696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632011840216151938" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7hOO2v69qTc/Tijs7dLgt4I/AAAAAAAACIY/tFb1bNY8BZk/s320/photo-740696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we checked out the milking room and they let us all help milk a cow. After they let us try the old-fashioned way (by hand), they hooked up their fancy milking machines that can milk 3 or 4 cows at a time. Every mother that's nursed a baby has used a version of a milking machine before and I was kind of happy for the cows that they got to have all their teets milked at the same time by the machine because every nursing mother knows double pumps are fancy and so efficient! The milk went from the cows through clear tubes then into clear pipes above our head and out the wall into a huge stainless milk cooler. While we were there the milk truck came and picked up the milk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AFS9PXWhC3s/TijztucVPVI/AAAAAAAACKI/0gdq03fnOaU/s1600/photo-777477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632019300913331538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AFS9PXWhC3s/TijztucVPVI/AAAAAAAACKI/0gdq03fnOaU/s320/photo-777477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi8ZWY5NT58/TijthJxi54I/AAAAAAAACIo/KABriaa_b5s/s1600/photo-791607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632012487841998722" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi8ZWY5NT58/TijthJxi54I/AAAAAAAACIo/KABriaa_b5s/s320/photo-791607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They also had a big herd of geese wandering about the farm, 5 or 6 kittens, rabbits in a hutch, hens and roosters and a dog. After playing on the tire swing and with the animals, we waited for breakfast. I sat on the front porch and watched the Amish families go by in their buggys -- mom and dad up front and several little kids in the back facing backwards. You know everyone fights over that seat! Also watched the Amish family across the street. Mom was working in her garden and little girls were riding scooters. All the homes were so well kept up with beautiful yards and gardens. Maybe that's what you do when you don't waste time on the internet or watching TV or running your kids to after-school activities all day. Hmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cbYGBwMwiKU/TijtwU_V2DI/AAAAAAAACIw/oZuE39ePyVA/s1600/photo-752697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632012748550690866" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cbYGBwMwiKU/TijtwU_V2DI/AAAAAAAACIw/oZuE39ePyVA/s320/photo-752697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At breakfast they sat everyone in a big open trailer for fruit, muffins, fresh scrambled eggs, homemade yogurt, sausage, coffee cake and raw milk, straight from the cows.&amp;nbsp; I've always wanted to try raw milk so was excited even though I'm not a big milk drinker. As soon as I put the cup to my lips, I could smell it and realized that was the smell from the barn--milk. Didn't like the smell at all and while it wasn't such a bad taste, it was forever associated with the smell. We all could kind of smell it in the back of our sinuses all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aside from that, everything was wonderful! We took a tractor/trailer tour of the corn patch -- 50 acres of corn, all to feed their 80 cows for the year. Wow! It was all very interesting. We left and took back roads winding through the most picturesque country I think I've ever seen. I couldn't get enough of the rolling hills and quintessential farms, barns and silos and we all got really excited when a buggy passed.&amp;nbsp; I did take a photo of some Amish laundry hanging out to dry, but Marty said I was invading their privacy. So won't post it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWO-aT9jjno/TijzY3HVeeI/AAAAAAAACKA/65tmf6feixQ/s1600/photo-794381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632018942463932898" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWO-aT9jjno/TijzY3HVeeI/AAAAAAAACKA/65tmf6feixQ/s320/photo-794381.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A couple hours later we were on the campus of University of Pennsylvania!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6l2XQD3QBOA/TijuByIk4tI/AAAAAAAACI4/RYABG9oLTV0/s1600/photo-722834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632013048431829714" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6l2XQD3QBOA/TijuByIk4tI/AAAAAAAACI4/RYABG9oLTV0/s320/photo-722834.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/1011582371650952281-5358601232148886?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/5358601232148886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=5358601232148886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/5358601232148886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/5358601232148886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/07/amish-farms-tuesday-part-1.html' title='Amish Farms -- Tuesday Part 1'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L-hqTkga3r4/TijtNrGV9pI/AAAAAAAACIg/mEQ6jAcvLho/s72-c/photo-712687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-7033319082201371552</id><published>2011-07-18T21:07:00.082-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T21:18:26.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>William &amp; Mary, Monticello and Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I agreed to go on a short&amp;nbsp;run with Courtney first thing in the morning, which we discovered was a bit tricky on cobbled sidewalks! But the streets and homes in Williamsburg are beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a 10:00 info session and tour at William and Mary. Thomas Jefferson went to school here. The campus starts where Colonial Williamsburg ends. The old buildings were gorgeous as was the campus. Sounds like there's a lot of school spirit and they have tons of fun. They also take their honor code very seriously (no cheating, lying or stealing) and campus is super safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq_P7e9QwS4/TiZGIpEOVeI/AAAAAAAACHo/I3CDTy9azhc/s1600/photo-769250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631265498349852130" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq_P7e9QwS4/TiZGIpEOVeI/AAAAAAAACHo/I3CDTy9azhc/s320/photo-769250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;William &amp;amp; Mary College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were checking out the school, the boys enjoyed their first morning of sleeping in! We've been on the go non-stop with late nights and early mornings. So nice for everyone to get some extra rest.&lt;br /&gt;Just after noon the boys picked up Courtney and me and we drove 2 hours to Monticello, home of Thomas Jefferson. We toured his home and walked around the grounds and saw his grave. Everyone loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wU7_LYjDik/TiZGlSnvP7I/AAAAAAAACHw/-wtUrBBMWE4/s1600/photo-784888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631265990541000626" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9wU7_LYjDik/TiZGlSnvP7I/AAAAAAAACHw/-wtUrBBMWE4/s320/photo-784888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Wait! I forgot to take a picture! (Monticello)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I0Y66WjP4is/TiZHFZS8zLI/AAAAAAAACIQ/-PKYrF_XZGw/s1600/photo-712748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631266542088670386" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I0Y66WjP4is/TiZHFZS8zLI/AAAAAAAACIQ/-PKYrF_XZGw/s320/photo-712748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The kids with Thomas J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we take off from Monticello, we headed for a long 7 hour drive to Lancaster, Pennsylvania to stay at a farm and see Amish country.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We travelled through several different states and through the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia. Beautiful rolling hills and farms! We also made a quick drive-by of the Gettysburg Battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also allowed everyone screen time after they'd read their books for a while. Kids&amp;nbsp;are really fine-tuning their "Plants vs. Zombies" skills on their iPod during the long car ride. They're also great at putting on their excited voice when I say, "Look out the window at that beautiful farmhouse!" They say, "Wow! It's really neat!" I don't look back to see if they really looked up from their game or not. It just makes me feel good that I tried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QY-ZfS6Ii9I/TiZG8wOTIKI/AAAAAAAACII/VP-Sw4MyCT8/s1600/photo-779273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631266393624354978" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QY-ZfS6Ii9I/TiZG8wOTIKI/AAAAAAAACII/VP-Sw4MyCT8/s320/photo-779273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dx2NlQyYQ5g/TiZGs4IcYJI/AAAAAAAACH4/o1AKuKEUjbc/s1600/photo-715034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631266120869372050" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dx2NlQyYQ5g/TiZGs4IcYJI/AAAAAAAACH4/o1AKuKEUjbc/s320/photo-715034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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Grateful for my Garden!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;June 7 - 20 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VEcMKfs3lg/Th0cM65GUII/AAAAAAAACEI/mNQtFL4wcQA/s1600/peony-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VEcMKfs3lg/Th0cM65GUII/AAAAAAAACEI/mNQtFL4wcQA/s1600/peony-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;June 20 - July 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7VEcMKfs3lg/Th0cM65GUII/AAAAAAAACEI/mNQtFL4wcQA/s72-c/peony-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-2382224833653127163</id><published>2011-07-07T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T21:43:59.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Trek 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved Trek as a kid so I was excited to learn that our Stake continued the tradition and I was thrilled when they called Dan and I to be a Trek "Ma and Pa"!&amp;nbsp; Both Courtney and Marty went too so it was fun to share the experience with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFDYBXV8L9o/ThZx0fTHFbI/AAAAAAAACC8/HnAuwGbyPOk/s1600/TrekDay1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFDYBXV8L9o/ThZx0fTHFbI/AAAAAAAACC8/HnAuwGbyPOk/s1600/TrekDay1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Before dividing into Trek familes. Good thing we found sunglasses for Marty! He couldn't open his eyes for this photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left on a Wednesday morning all dressed up in our pioneer clothes and ready to work and have fun. When we arrived, the kids went one way, the adults another. All the Ma's and Pa's were given a list of names of youth that would be our Trek family. Of the ten kids, I kind of knew three. Later I realized I knew the parents of all but one. It's amazing to me that within four short days, these kids who started out as names on a piece of paper, became kids that I would love like my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aZl5J1ZiO8A/ThZxz9_Y3lI/AAAAAAAACC4/8xH6PdRTLxI/s1600/ShaefferTrekFam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aZl5J1ZiO8A/ThZxz9_Y3lI/AAAAAAAACC4/8xH6PdRTLxI/s320/ShaefferTrekFam.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Back Row: Brad, Brett, Dan, Me, Colin, Nate, Kyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Front Row: Sarah, Heather, Abby, Marisa, McKenzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all fun and funny. They never complained even when the rain poured down and the wind blew our shelter so furiously we didn't sleep all night. They all worked hard and pitched in without being asked. And they all knew how to pray and willingly took their turn. All amazing qualities for ten teenagers! What I learned was that every Ma and Pa felt the same way about the kids in their families. So these are the kids my kids are surrounded by and I couldn't feel more blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pkbh_g9qC38/ThZymKFxzCI/AAAAAAAACDM/178GplDLBP8/s1600/MartysFam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pkbh_g9qC38/ThZymKFxzCI/AAAAAAAACDM/178GplDLBP8/s320/MartysFam.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Marty's Family (Marty is in the red shirt) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day it started out hot and windy. An hour later it started raining and then started pouring. Of course most of our rain jackets were packed away in our individual bags. We huddled under a tarp for a while, then pushed on.&amp;nbsp; At our evening break the rain had cleared. We ate beef jerky, grapes and string cheese sitting on a tarp in the middle of a meadow in relative comfort. Soon after we started moving, it started raining again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to set up our shelter that night with an extra large tarp, 4 poles and 8 pegs was tricky when the wind would blow so hard the force broke our pegs the minute we got them in the ground. The kids were patient and so was I (worth noting!) and eventually with everyone's help, Dan got it set up. The wind blew all night, the ground was hard and nobody slept at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When morning came it was pretty discouraging to put on our wet, cold clothes from the previous day. Our Stake President made the rounds telling us to prepare for more wet weather. Ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our clothes dried quickly, the oatmeal for breakfast somehow tasted amazing and we didn't have anymore rain the rest of our trip. The damp roads meant no dust and the pulling was the easiest of all the days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjPhnZ-CTVg/ThZx0Ru26gI/AAAAAAAACDA/HHujMBlRHfY/s1600/TrekPull.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FjPhnZ-CTVg/ThZx0Ru26gI/AAAAAAAACDA/HHujMBlRHfY/s1600/TrekPull.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Courtney at the front of her family (on the right) and our family in front of her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We had fun in our group playing "Name that Tune" and answering questions like, "Coke or Pepsi?" and "BYU or Utah?" The best part was when Sarah recited an entire scene from Princess Bride -- it was like we were watching it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We arrived at our 2nd camp in the early afternoon and had a game day. We were exhausted but the games were a blast. After dinner we ended the evening with a square dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-034XhNST45c/ThZ8V6aJ6BI/AAAAAAAACDQ/J_2y5K0Lp-g/s1600/Archery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-034XhNST45c/ThZ8V6aJ6BI/AAAAAAAACDQ/J_2y5K0Lp-g/s320/Archery.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4VdysD0_7KE/ThZ8WJd-hqI/AAAAAAAACDU/y6CMNhzON7c/s1600/CourtneyBobbing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4VdysD0_7KE/ThZ8WJd-hqI/AAAAAAAACDU/y6CMNhzON7c/s320/CourtneyBobbing.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Courtney bobbing for apples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvwqzW1dN54/ThZ8WgC7fBI/AAAAAAAACDY/P5tCIE5Lvs8/s1600/JumpRope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvwqzW1dN54/ThZ8WgC7fBI/AAAAAAAACDY/P5tCIE5Lvs8/s320/JumpRope.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday was warmer than it had been and soon after we started we were told it was time for the women's pull.&amp;nbsp; The men and boys were taken away to the top of a hill. The girls and women were gathered together and reminded of our pioneer ancestors who often lost their men to death from over-exertion and weather or who were called away to serve missions or go to war. These women had to be strong. They endured and so could we in any trial we face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mP6Z6Mq28XI/ThZxxrC-jdI/AAAAAAAACC0/KOY7eI-35DQ/s1600/Handcarts.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mP6Z6Mq28XI/ThZxxrC-jdI/AAAAAAAACC0/KOY7eI-35DQ/s1600/Handcarts.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls knew this was coming -- everyone on previous treks talks about it -- they did it when I was on Trek as a teenager. Everyone was psyched to be strong and prove to themselves they could do hard things. But soon after the pull started, we realized this was a steep, long hill. It was measured at 7/10ths of a mile. The handcarts were so heavy. We had 3 little girls on the back of ours pushing and me and 2 others in the front lifting the cart and pulling. Our "daughter" in the main yoke pulled and pulled. Midway I wanted to switch her out and give her a break but she refused. With one main hill left I was adamant. But again she refused saying, "I've got to do this for me!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the very top the boys and Dan came running to our cart and lifted it out of our hands. The feeling of having that heavy burden suddenly lifted from our arms was so spiritual I'll never forget it. Especially when it was Dan and these young men whom we grew to love so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2CJqhCKkYc/ThZx01r0gbI/AAAAAAAACDE/NEnzgtwdhU4/s1600/UnderTheCart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2CJqhCKkYc/ThZx01r0gbI/AAAAAAAACDE/NEnzgtwdhU4/s320/UnderTheCart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our last evening in camp was bittersweet. We were all happy to be going home the next day (although we had 4 more miles to walk until we got there), but the sense of loss of not being with our Trek Family anymore was acute.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness for Facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CioLW5W9tXY/ThZylu_fqhI/AAAAAAAACDI/PVn193g1DYs/s1600/LastDayPulling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CioLW5W9tXY/ThZylu_fqhI/AAAAAAAACDI/PVn193g1DYs/s320/LastDayPulling.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-2382224833653127163?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/2382224833653127163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=2382224833653127163' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2382224833653127163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2382224833653127163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/07/pioneer-trek-2011.html' title='Pioneer Trek 2011'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gFDYBXV8L9o/ThZx0fTHFbI/AAAAAAAACC8/HnAuwGbyPOk/s72-c/TrekDay1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-649304655766680108</id><published>2011-07-05T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T23:04:42.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Highs and Lows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ6kO-9JRNg/ThPsL8Eml-I/AAAAAAAACCw/GvfzlqSZV24/s1600/Blistered.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ6kO-9JRNg/ThPsL8Eml-I/AAAAAAAACCw/GvfzlqSZV24/s200/Blistered.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to post about Trek. It was awesome. But my lips are covered in fever blisters from getting so sunburned because I was very irresponsible and believed that wearing a hat would protect me from the sun. My chin hurts and I have swollen glands and I look hideous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the bright side, I stayed in my pajamas in bed practically all day reading a cheesy book. On occasion I'd check Facebook and play Sudoku.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did do a few loads of laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the bad side, I had several people stop by -- 2 neighbors, 1 Trek "daughter," and Nick's friend's dad. I had to go to the door in the middle of the afternoon in my pajamas with my big, fat, blistered lips. Embarrassing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But on the bright side, they know me and if I want to stay in my pajamas all day, I'm sure they're thinking, "good for you! We all want a day like that!"&amp;nbsp; One family brought their darling daughter who I'm now going to see each week because I've been called to Nursery. She is 3 years old and so outgoing, never hesitating to talk to adults. She's such a cutie!&amp;nbsp; She even asked if she could stay at our house and play with me. I had to tell her I wasn't feeling so great and we'd play in Nursery on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the bad side, she asked to use the potty. Nick hasn't been flushing lately and today was no exception. Her dad came to the bathroom to help and I gave it a quick flush and we laughed. But as I stood there in my pajamas, blistered lips and all, the toilet became clogged. So I had to whip out the plunger and give it a quick plunge or two so it would be ready for his daughter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes we have to just laugh at ourselves. I look ridiculous, I feel miserable and my toilet is flooding for all the world to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-649304655766680108?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/649304655766680108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=649304655766680108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/649304655766680108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/649304655766680108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/07/highs-and-lows.html' title='Highs and Lows'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ6kO-9JRNg/ThPsL8Eml-I/AAAAAAAACCw/GvfzlqSZV24/s72-c/Blistered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-3536326393266320208</id><published>2011-06-25T22:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T15:05:39.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Raging Waters and a Sleepover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan and Marty are at a baseball tournament in Colorado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dying to do something fun with the other kids and wanting to do &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; on our summer list (Nick's got quite a bucket list this summer -- I have to admit I spurred him on a bit) we decided to go to Raging Waters in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chris and Nick both brought friends and Courtney's friends couldn't come so we had each other. It was the perfect amount of time to do everything and there were no lines. Everyone had a great time!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the time we got home, everyone was exhausted. Nick put himself to sleep and Chris and his buddy didn't even complain when I said they needed to turn off the TV at 10:00.&lt;br /&gt;They were asleep in seconds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just as I was heading upstairs, barely able to keep my eyes open, Courtney came home and said, "Let's watch a movie!" So we jumped in my bed, brushed our teeth and said our prayers, then turned on a movie (Notting Hill -- I'm in a Hugh Grant/British accent phase) and after the movie she slept over in my bed in Dan's spot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsfMX0xJJ8s/TgjwghTY8EI/AAAAAAAACCs/zTXQkx7jI0U/s1600/CourtLittleinBed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsfMX0xJJ8s/TgjwghTY8EI/AAAAAAAACCs/zTXQkx7jI0U/s320/CourtLittleinBed.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remember about 10 years ago I wondered if she'd ever sleep in her own bed. How fast time flies... And now I was excited for her to sleep with me again!&amp;nbsp; Nick even wandered in just as we were starting our movie. We made a bed for him on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my daughter! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-3536326393266320208?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/3536326393266320208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=3536326393266320208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/3536326393266320208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/3536326393266320208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/raging-waters-and-sleepover.html' title='Raging Waters and a Sleepover'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsfMX0xJJ8s/TgjwghTY8EI/AAAAAAAACCs/zTXQkx7jI0U/s72-c/CourtLittleinBed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-740398449132105970</id><published>2011-06-22T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T22:32:49.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Summer Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jAEGGC91R6A/TgKt4VsFXlI/AAAAAAAACCo/HJusOszusNM/s1600/photo-730657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621246468318125650" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jAEGGC91R6A/TgKt4VsFXlI/AAAAAAAACCo/HJusOszusNM/s320/photo-730657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family dinner tonight with everyone there -- hasn't happened in a while and won't happen again until mid-July. That's kind of weird to think about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After dinner Courtney went off this evening to play her first softball game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan, Christopher and Marty went golfing--Christopher's Father's Day gift to his dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicholas got invited to a friend's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was left alone with my book, my comfy outdoor orange couches, perfect weather and the longest daylight of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the dinner dishes waited til dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-740398449132105970?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/740398449132105970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=740398449132105970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/740398449132105970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/740398449132105970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/perfect-summer-night.html' title='Perfect Summer Night'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jAEGGC91R6A/TgKt4VsFXlI/AAAAAAAACCo/HJusOszusNM/s72-c/photo-730657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-8436671349159344111</id><published>2011-06-20T21:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T00:47:25.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, hello. Where did you come from?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYhrQEGZ8vA/TgAS483kWuI/AAAAAAAACCg/hKn5PLVY7o8/s1600/photo-782404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620513104579549922" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYhrQEGZ8vA/TgAS483kWuI/AAAAAAAACCg/hKn5PLVY7o8/s320/photo-782404.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It always surprises me how easy it is not to notice a St. Patrick's Day shamrock is still hanging in the bathroom three months later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reminded me that I still need to take down the snowman garland hanging over the kitchen window. And put the snow hat hooked rug away too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-8436671349159344111?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8436671349159344111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=8436671349159344111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8436671349159344111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8436671349159344111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-hello-where-did-you-come-from.html' title='Well, hello. Where did you come from?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYhrQEGZ8vA/TgAS483kWuI/AAAAAAAACCg/hKn5PLVY7o8/s72-c/photo-782404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-1949613863394651505</id><published>2011-06-17T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:15:37.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chip Off The Old Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fc14c080386c3e59" 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://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc14c080386c3e59%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332357700%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61FC5C96BAF07F09CD4C22F5FA7B911AA9F78E0F.28030C2924F2EE0C2B70BE29345DF4796902133C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc14c080386c3e59%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKkzaBKt6PXoxgpKvHdtvPKUrdDA&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://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfc14c080386c3e59%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332357700%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D61FC5C96BAF07F09CD4C22F5FA7B911AA9F78E0F.28030C2924F2EE0C2B70BE29345DF4796902133C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfc14c080386c3e59%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKkzaBKt6PXoxgpKvHdtvPKUrdDA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-1949613863394651505?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/1949613863394651505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=1949613863394651505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1949613863394651505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1949613863394651505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/chip-off-old-block.html' title='Chip Off The Old Block'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-8367851482990506359</id><published>2011-06-16T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:52:47.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back East Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A LOT of time spent researching hotels/things to do/maps/driving directions/back roads traveling/best sites to see/hours of operation/hotel reviews/compare rates/ticket prices for this summer's trip back east. Sooo Excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hVQ1zgJT9s/TfrdeWd9qyI/AAAAAAAACCY/gnc1i96HrhY/s1600/ColorMeMine.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hVQ1zgJT9s/TfrdeWd9qyI/AAAAAAAACCY/gnc1i96HrhY/s320/ColorMeMine.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the best part of today was going to Color-Me-Mine with Nicholas. You know he loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-8367851482990506359?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8367851482990506359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=8367851482990506359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8367851482990506359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8367851482990506359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-east-trip.html' title='Back East Trip'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hVQ1zgJT9s/TfrdeWd9qyI/AAAAAAAACCY/gnc1i96HrhY/s72-c/ColorMeMine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-4519755367970916194</id><published>2011-06-15T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T22:38:11.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be added to my favorites is Thanksgiving Point.&lt;br /&gt;(And BBC Radio -- not for the music, just for the DJ's accents,&lt;br /&gt;Car Detailing, my iPhone, and something else I thought of last night&lt;br /&gt;but now am forgetting. Should have written it down!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying the expansive lawns, gardens and peace in this majestic space&lt;br /&gt;is definitely my favorite summer activity.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, after dropping Marty off at Space Camp,&lt;br /&gt;Dan, Nick, Jaxon and I spent an hour picnicking and playing on the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;Not another person in sight until closing time when we could see two other couples&lt;br /&gt;strolling on the other side of the waterfalls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYk2i4jxdQ/TfmH6eQ19dI/AAAAAAAACCU/g4ddtT-peIc/s1600/ThPtNickRolls2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYk2i4jxdQ/TfmH6eQ19dI/AAAAAAAACCU/g4ddtT-peIc/s320/ThPtNickRolls2.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmpMAu2RFw0/TfmH5403xNI/AAAAAAAACCQ/xZl1nNizYGk/s1600/ThPtNickJaxHill2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmpMAu2RFw0/TfmH5403xNI/AAAAAAAACCQ/xZl1nNizYGk/s320/ThPtNickJaxHill2.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9waqYSMC0rE/TfmF-kgpr5I/AAAAAAAACCE/TbKQJ7a0OZo/s1600/ThPtNickJaxFlowers.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9waqYSMC0rE/TfmF-kgpr5I/AAAAAAAACCE/TbKQJ7a0OZo/s320/ThPtNickJaxFlowers.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0u00Yg2To4/TfmF9bfikOI/AAAAAAAACCA/a2_NQEplgWA/s1600/ThPtNickJax.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0u00Yg2To4/TfmF9bfikOI/AAAAAAAACCA/a2_NQEplgWA/s320/ThPtNickJax.JPG" width="239" /&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/1011582371650952281-4519755367970916194?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/4519755367970916194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=4519755367970916194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4519755367970916194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4519755367970916194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/thanksgiving-point.html' title='Thanksgiving Point'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYk2i4jxdQ/TfmH6eQ19dI/AAAAAAAACCU/g4ddtT-peIc/s72-c/ThPtNickRolls2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-8632725532718303734</id><published>2011-06-14T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:03:55.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lonely Carrot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXDhj5quQsc/TfggahM_toI/AAAAAAAACB8/BFrApi6hXbQ/s1600/LonelyCarrot.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXDhj5quQsc/TfggahM_toI/AAAAAAAACB8/BFrApi6hXbQ/s320/LonelyCarrot.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight it was just Me, Dan and Christopher for dinner.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Courtney is out of town. Marty was at baseball practice. Nicholas was at the park with a friend and had dinner with their family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christopher ate pretty fast. He told us his Highs and Lows and then wanted to be excused to play outside with a friend. That's what summer's for. Great nights outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few minutes later Dan reminded me it was time for him to go to Young Men's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suddenly, without warning, I found myself sitting at the kitchen table finishing my dinner alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was weird. It wasn't a good alone. It was a lonely alone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The carrot understood. So I took a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But about two minutes later Nicholas walked in the door.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then Christopher and his friend ran in and they were wanting&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to call more friends and then things got back to normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-8632725532718303734?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8632725532718303734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=8632725532718303734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8632725532718303734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8632725532718303734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/lonely-carrot.html' title='The Lonely Carrot'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXDhj5quQsc/TfggahM_toI/AAAAAAAACB8/BFrApi6hXbQ/s72-c/LonelyCarrot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-9216188363783459685</id><published>2011-06-13T19:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:08:10.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Don't Have A Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't imagine what it would be like not to have any sisters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't want to imagine it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Except that my only daughter didn't get any. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We haven't had any wars over clothes or brawls over best friends in our home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fortunately Courtney has lots of girl friends to help with hair and fashion -- and aunts in the know too. We've brought friends on family trips and traveled with families whose kids match-up in ages ever since our first Disney Cruise when we caught Courtney sitting in the room 2-days in a row watching Hannah Montana because she didn't have anyone to hang out with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And while she doesn't have sisters, she does have three brothers.&lt;br /&gt;And siblings are wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we've done our best and then again,&lt;br /&gt;what you don't know, you don't necessarily miss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But still, a sister &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt; you. She's known you forever&lt;br /&gt;and will be with you until the end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And understands about being a girl. And a mom. And a wife.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And whatever comes next. And likes to talk and to share and to reminisce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So fortunately, &lt;i&gt;amazingly&lt;/i&gt;, Courtney has the next best thing to a sister.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her cousin--Kay. Who is only two years older. And is the oldest in her family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And has four little brothers but no sisters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GtvykwIMec/TfgQOSKGm1I/AAAAAAAACBw/Vr6Xdobwz98/s1600/CourtKayLittle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GtvykwIMec/TfgQOSKGm1I/AAAAAAAACBw/Vr6Xdobwz98/s320/CourtKayLittle.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And Kay's mom has 7 sisters.&lt;br /&gt;So Kay's mom feels the same way I do about sisters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so does Courtney's Gram, E.C.&lt;br /&gt;And Courtney's Aunt, Jo Ellen, understands what it's like to be Courtney and Kay.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jo was the only girl with three brothers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Gram was blessed with a sister, but her only sister died over 20 years ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fT6hZXpE7Is/TfgQQ6UglQI/AAAAAAAACB0/FYNzFXxTOnE/s1600/CourtKayBig.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fT6hZXpE7Is/TfgQQ6UglQI/AAAAAAAACB0/FYNzFXxTOnE/s320/CourtKayBig.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this week Courtney is on her annual summer trip with Gram and Kay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year Jo Ellen went too. They have a packed schedule seeing Chicago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure there will be lots of laughs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CgetR95Ke2Y/TfgRir0sPZI/AAAAAAAACB4/XqGomZaMYUI/s1600/CourtKayGramJo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CgetR95Ke2Y/TfgRir0sPZI/AAAAAAAACB4/XqGomZaMYUI/s320/CourtKayGramJo.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-9216188363783459685?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/9216188363783459685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=9216188363783459685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/9216188363783459685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/9216188363783459685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-you-dont-have-sister.html' title='When You Don&apos;t Have A Sister'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GtvykwIMec/TfgQOSKGm1I/AAAAAAAACBw/Vr6Xdobwz98/s72-c/CourtKayLittle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-8474678278416183068</id><published>2011-06-12T23:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T01:27:47.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was just reading through my profile and noticing that some of my favorite things from 2006 when I started my blog are not necessarily my favorite things anymore. I still like many of them, but for instance, I haven't shopped with Amazon Grocery for quite some time. And yes, while that was a favorite thing when I had a baby and was PTA President and couldn't make it to the grocery store so had to rely on Winder Dairy delivery and Amazon Grocery to deliver food for my family, now I'm not so dependent on food delivery and therefore don't feel quite the same gratitude for Amazon Grocery as I did back then. I still think it's a convenient option, but I don't think it's a favorite anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the last few times I've gone swimming, I've gotten water in my ears -- in spite of wearing ear plugs -- and it's stayed there for a week. And it's so frustrating that I have no desire to go swimming again, ever.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if I'll ever like swimming again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I really like The Office. But I LOVE Modern Family (enough so that I added it to my profile just now).&amp;nbsp; And I haven't played Ms. Pac Man in a long time.&amp;nbsp; I really, really like Thai Siam and Bombay House...but are they my favorites?&amp;nbsp; Do I have a favorite restaurant? I think it disturbs me that I don't.&amp;nbsp; I need a favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do love riding my bike. I hope to love it even more now that I can breathe again. And I hope to love running again. And I think I do love Real Simple magazine, although I let my subscription expire. I also love the mag "Clean Eating." I don't think I love it more than Real Simple though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm falling in love with Shellac nails. I had a dream that the polish chipped and peeled off just like every other manicure and I was pretty disappointed.&amp;nbsp; But so happy when I woke up and realized it was just a dream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will have to think about my favorites this week and decide what my new favorites are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-8474678278416183068?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8474678278416183068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=8474678278416183068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8474678278416183068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8474678278416183068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-favorite-things.html' title='My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-3724791592193425515</id><published>2011-06-11T20:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T23:00:22.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz2m2h0bDuQ/TfQn7EoWw4I/AAAAAAAACBo/2McDwI9WZHE/s1600/RachShower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz2m2h0bDuQ/TfQn7EoWw4I/AAAAAAAACBo/2McDwI9WZHE/s320/RachShower.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel at her wedding shower. Isn't she gorgeous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EivetoMvLpI/TfQoG28XTzI/AAAAAAAACBs/nClZXaSIUcA/s1600/ChrisFriendsFence.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EivetoMvLpI/TfQoG28XTzI/AAAAAAAACBs/nClZXaSIUcA/s320/ChrisFriendsFence.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christopher and friends saving a baby bird from a dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner out with Dan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids playing in yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Movie at home so big kids can go out with friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marty's team won both baseball games today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time with Marge, Rachel, Rebekah, Sheree, Katie, Jax, Lucy and Matt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-3724791592193425515?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/3724791592193425515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=3724791592193425515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/3724791592193425515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/3724791592193425515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz2m2h0bDuQ/TfQn7EoWw4I/AAAAAAAACBo/2McDwI9WZHE/s72-c/RachShower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-7728292401266440746</id><published>2011-06-11T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T00:08:39.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pullin' The Wool Over Her Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Found this in Chris' backpack a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the bus driver fell for it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V3x3lXxNSJM/TfMGJFfrLwI/AAAAAAAACBk/ADXnobR02uo/s1600/ChrisBus.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V3x3lXxNSJM/TfMGJFfrLwI/AAAAAAAACBk/ADXnobR02uo/s320/ChrisBus.JPG" width="239" /&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/1011582371650952281-7728292401266440746?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/7728292401266440746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=7728292401266440746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/7728292401266440746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/7728292401266440746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/pullin-wool-over-her-eyes.html' title='Pullin&apos; The Wool Over Her Eyes'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V3x3lXxNSJM/TfMGJFfrLwI/AAAAAAAACBk/ADXnobR02uo/s72-c/ChrisBus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-7684620988176480495</id><published>2011-06-09T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T23:06:19.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My project was to speed out to the airport and pick up RACHEL! Yea! She's here for the weekend! &amp;nbsp;First item of business was to get our nails and toes done. Luckily my little sister is up on all the latest and greatest so we had our nails Shellac'd. Supposed to last with no chipping and cracking for two weeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel's project was to finish her wedding invitations -- rounding corners, printing envelopes, cutting photos and paper down to size, stamping, etc. &amp;nbsp;My contribution was to format and print her envelopes and cut the vellum the wrong size. But only got a few cut before she caught and corrected me. Phew! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMwiFpuW0_A/TfGcoxGLTzI/AAAAAAAACBg/Ysb4yxLrzyo/s1600/rachwedding.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMwiFpuW0_A/TfGcoxGLTzI/AAAAAAAACBg/Ysb4yxLrzyo/s320/rachwedding.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicholas has a new stuffed animal dog and really wanted to build a dog house. He was having a tough time getting the construction paper to stand up straight. I remembered I'd saved many cardboard inserts and gave him the stack. Before we knew it, he'd created this doghouse all by himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYdzkssd7MM/TfGcmA8FCJI/AAAAAAAACBc/baGOgjZMucc/s1600/nickdoghouse.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYdzkssd7MM/TfGcmA8FCJI/AAAAAAAACBc/baGOgjZMucc/s320/nickdoghouse.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Courtney climbed to the top of Mt. Olympus today. Made it to the saddle and there was snow the rest of the way up! Way to go, Courtney!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marty watched Psycho tonight with friends and wasn't even scared. Yea, we'll see if he takes a shower any time soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christopher cleaned Chub's hamster cage all by himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-7684620988176480495?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/7684620988176480495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=7684620988176480495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/7684620988176480495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/7684620988176480495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/projects-of-day.html' title='Projects of the Day'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMwiFpuW0_A/TfGcoxGLTzI/AAAAAAAACBg/Ysb4yxLrzyo/s72-c/rachwedding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-272508738555236413</id><published>2011-06-08T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T21:15:10.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Courtney and I went searching for Pioneer clothes for Trek. She found a perfect skirt and blouse at DI. "Ugh, I look like a pioneer." Actually, a really cute pioneer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we went to White Elegance that sells pioneer clothes especially for Treks. I liked the bright orange skirt and apron. It had a lot of personality. But pair that full skirt, elastic waistband and bloomers underneath and it simply is not flattering. And the view from behind is even worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, wow. I look like a pioneer. Courtney's comment: "Mom, you look like a pumpkin." Yes, I do.&amp;nbsp; I opted for the green skirt which was more subdued and somehow better.&amp;nbsp; That elastic waistband is comfortable, no one can deny that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also considering clothes styles today were Nicholas and his buddy, Luke. I got this photo texted from my friend who had the boys at the grocery store.&amp;nbsp; She said they said they were trying to be nerds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GlMWqi0t2b4/TfA52BWR2eI/AAAAAAAACBA/tCAN7Nr88nc/s1600/Nerds.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GlMWqi0t2b4/TfA52BWR2eI/AAAAAAAACBA/tCAN7Nr88nc/s320/Nerds.JPG" width="240" /&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/1011582371650952281-272508738555236413?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/272508738555236413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=272508738555236413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/272508738555236413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/272508738555236413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/pumpkin.html' title='Pumpkin'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GlMWqi0t2b4/TfA52BWR2eI/AAAAAAAACBA/tCAN7Nr88nc/s72-c/Nerds.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-5121642703127636954</id><published>2011-06-07T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T22:16:47.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Summer Night, 2nd BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g4TyBtdkCsM/Te73m8vQwsI/AAAAAAAACA8/2GQPTBDINNY/s1600/Volleyball.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g4TyBtdkCsM/Te73m8vQwsI/AAAAAAAACA8/2GQPTBDINNY/s320/Volleyball.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night was Courtney's soccer team BBQ. Tonight was the Young Men's/Young Women's BBQ. That makes two nights of not having to make dinner. LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Considering having 1 night a week "potluck night." Everyone could come and play in the yard, we'd all have a break from making dinner and we'd enjoy everyone's company and visiting. Do you think people would come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In our ward in California every summer Tuesday was Beach Day. We'd all spend the day at the beach. We'd bring a picnic lunch, the kids would play -- Marty even took "a beach nap" when he was little. So did Chris. Mom's would line up our chairs and visit, share snacks, help everyone's kids, enjoy the sun and laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday evenings in the summer both wards would meet up behind the church at the ball fields and park and have a potluck BBQ. Dan was gone most evenings -- in fact, most of the young husbands were -- so the kids would play, the women would visit and we'd all enjoy a night off. I looked forward to those nights. I miss those nights and those friends! Think I'll send everyone a Facebook shout out right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Summer nights are always wonderful, but made even better with friends. Christopher has a couple friends sleeping over tonight. Marty has one sleeping over and Courtney's are out playing volleyball--it's turning out to be a nightly ritual. And those rituals make for wonderful memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-5121642703127636954?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/5121642703127636954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=5121642703127636954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/5121642703127636954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/5121642703127636954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/2nd-summer-night-2nd-bbq.html' title='2nd Summer Night, 2nd BBQ'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g4TyBtdkCsM/Te73m8vQwsI/AAAAAAAACA8/2GQPTBDINNY/s72-c/Volleyball.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-2922707497509276650</id><published>2011-06-06T21:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:06:25.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Books and Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3HZZ6xy81I/Te2jgkhRCdI/AAAAAAAACAw/33GpoiueZP4/s1600/Lunch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3HZZ6xy81I/Te2jgkhRCdI/AAAAAAAACAw/33GpoiueZP4/s320/Lunch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615324090355222994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, how happy I was that all the kids agreed to continue our tradition of shopping for books and going to lunch on the first day of summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone browsed the bookshelves, read covers, found favorite authors and picked out a four new books. We made a quick stop at the Sports shop for cleats for Marty and Target for necessities for Courtney and Me -- cute paper for notes, popsicle sticks and straws, a cute ring for Courtney and bathing suit cover-up -- you know, necessities. (Marty and Christopher walked over to GameStop so they were happy.) We had lunch at Paradise Bakery and were done in time to get Nicholas to Basketball Camp. Oh Happy Day! Summer is Here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening we hosted Courtney's soccer team for a final Hurrah. I am going to MISS carpooling these girls around!! None of them are playing comp soccer next year so it's the end of their team. They won their last game of the season, so it was a great way to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TesG2x5JWeg/Te2jhA0GvKI/AAAAAAAACA4/YuaFszmSvRM/s1600/CourtSoccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TesG2x5JWeg/Te2jhA0GvKI/AAAAAAAACA4/YuaFszmSvRM/s320/CourtSoccer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615324097950432418" 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/1011582371650952281-2922707497509276650?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/2922707497509276650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=2922707497509276650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2922707497509276650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2922707497509276650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/books-and-lunch.html' title='Books and Lunch'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h3HZZ6xy81I/Te2jgkhRCdI/AAAAAAAACAw/33GpoiueZP4/s72-c/Lunch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-2588222953038936667</id><published>2011-06-05T22:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:24:25.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is He Really 14?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0e1WQ0-oTBo/TexhiNj55qI/AAAAAAAACAg/7GFMc1b8Ans/s1600/cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0e1WQ0-oTBo/TexhiNj55qI/AAAAAAAACAg/7GFMc1b8Ans/s320/cheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614970075807868578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4F2mrk7o0/Texhh6Q9fjI/AAAAAAAACAY/JL89XKux0TA/s1600/Subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4F2mrk7o0/Texhh6Q9fjI/AAAAAAAACAY/JL89XKux0TA/s320/Subway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614970070628138546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sOngMHaz5t8/TexhhTu6EqI/AAAAAAAACAQ/rqlXtKb3In0/s1600/MartyViolin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sOngMHaz5t8/TexhhTu6EqI/AAAAAAAACAQ/rqlXtKb3In0/s320/MartyViolin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614970060284760738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGQbvlWXc_g/TexhRkmV30I/AAAAAAAACAI/eQ9FsTPgR5s/s1600/MartyTri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGQbvlWXc_g/TexhRkmV30I/AAAAAAAACAI/eQ9FsTPgR5s/s320/MartyTri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614969789934329666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gIq2kRqkKps/TexhRcPGs5I/AAAAAAAACAA/ulCaHLXZVz4/s1600/MartySimone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gIq2kRqkKps/TexhRcPGs5I/AAAAAAAACAA/ulCaHLXZVz4/s320/MartySimone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614969787689382802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n74KmYENjSE/TexhRBaXIhI/AAAAAAAAB_4/56vmIT3p4BA/s1600/MartyChess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n74KmYENjSE/TexhRBaXIhI/AAAAAAAAB_4/56vmIT3p4BA/s320/MartyChess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614969780488839698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNIavJd7I6E/Texkaf7bXtI/AAAAAAAACAo/YGejtfwmz4o/s1600/Disneyland2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNIavJd7I6E/Texkaf7bXtI/AAAAAAAACAo/YGejtfwmz4o/s320/Disneyland2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614973241834299090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBtEQzJYhvY/TexbJzBMd5I/AAAAAAAAB_w/vOvlWrHz6Go/s1600/Baseball.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBtEQzJYhvY/TexbJzBMd5I/AAAAAAAAB_w/vOvlWrHz6Go/s320/Baseball.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614963059296335762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T5wr4aB5hgg/TexZ-447o8I/AAAAAAAAB_g/Il8BTRyRWTM/s1600/MartysBirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T5wr4aB5hgg/TexZ-447o8I/AAAAAAAAB_g/Il8BTRyRWTM/s320/MartysBirthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614961772382102466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fourteen years and one day ago I was 5 days past my due date telling my midwife I needed to have this baby soon! It was a Wednesday and the movers were coming on Monday! I needed to have a baby and pack up my apartment and had only 4 more days to do it!&lt;br /&gt;She agreed to strip my membranes (is there a cuter way to put that for blogging?) and hopefully that would get things moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, I woke up Thursday morning in labor. My mom came in town that day and took Courtney to the park. They were gone all day and my mom spent their precious alone time together telling Courtney how great it was that she was part of a Family. Mom, Dad, Big Sister and Little Brother. Family was the big talk and my mom knows just how to explain things to kids and Courtney Ate It Up! She was a great big sister from Day 1--owing in part to her personality and in part to Grandma convincing her it was the greatest thing EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and I walked that morning hoping to get things moving. That afternoon I sat on the couch concentrating on labor and my mom said, "Do you want to talk? Or do you just want me to talk to you?" I just wanted her to talk so she started telling me about every member of our family. She talked. I listened. And it took my mind off of laboring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 4:00 p.m. we decided to head to the hospital. I thought it was a bit premature because I was feeling pretty good. But Dan convinced me. When I got there I could still walk up the stairs -- just needed to stop every few minutes and breathe through a contraction.  Then we kept on walking. They sent me to triage and, Lucky Me, said I was dilated to a 6 and sent me straight to my room with my midwives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the room I was still feeling good.  "Should I walk around?" I wondered?&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhhh, no. Because you're about to have a baby."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't feel like it's going to happen soon."&lt;br /&gt;"It is," they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough a few minutes later it was time and 30 minutes after stepping foot into that hospital, at 5:05 p.m. Marty was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was such a GOOD baby! He slept well from the beginning. He didn't mind laying on the floor and watching the world all around! He loved being in his crib to sleep! That summer we took a trip to Florida. Each night at bedtime I'd nurse Marty and then put him in his crib and Courtney, Dan and I watched a movie. One night Dan said, "He's awake."&lt;br /&gt;"What?!" I couldn't believe that a baby would lay in his crib awake and then put himself to sleep. It was a little miracle.  Especially since living in New York Dad would never be home and I was worried about bedtime. But Marty made it EASY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got older and he'd wake up in his crib, he would call out happily, "Mama! Mama!" while jumping up and down holding on to the crib rail. He was delightful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he turned 1 he was finished absorbing life in the city and wanted to be a part of it. That kid was on the move! And since he didn't have the language to express his thoughts, he started screaming to get my attention. Oh Wow! Those are stories for another time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm so grateful for My Marty! He's always loved giving and getting hugs and was a cuddler. He's a great big brother. Yes, he likes to tease. But he's also sensitive and helpful to Christopher and Nicholas. He's a good example and isn't afraid to work hard. He mows the lawn without complaining (that's a lot of lawn), has become so responsible with his violin practicing and is always willing to do his duty in Young Men's. I'm very proud of him.   He's also great at baseball and I'll concede, even talented at video games. He's got a fun group of friends and a fun sense of humor. Love this kid!&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/1011582371650952281-2588222953038936667?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/2588222953038936667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=2588222953038936667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2588222953038936667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2588222953038936667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/is-he-really-14.html' title='Is He Really 14?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0e1WQ0-oTBo/TexhiNj55qI/AAAAAAAACAg/7GFMc1b8Ans/s72-c/cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-1642060688682524406</id><published>2011-06-04T22:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:07:05.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whether the weather is ready or not, summer has begun!&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever I did not hang about the school getting last minute certificates to the principal, observing the awards assembly, handing out teacher and staff gifts, and waiting for class lists to post.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I had my second trachea dilation.&lt;br /&gt;Originally I chose not to have the second surgery my doctor recommended because what mom misses the last day of school and all the festivities? But then last week I rode my bike hard and heard a little wheeze. Couldn't get home fast enough to get on the phone and see if they could still fit me in the surgery schedule. They could and I did and now I'm in recovery mode.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling pretty good. A bit tired and not much voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney played with friends all week since not many teachers were taking roll. However, she did have a Mr. Felt final. Had to come in early last night to finish studying for SAT Subject Tests. She was bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty had a party on Thursday afternoon, won his baseball championship in the evening and went to X-Men, the movie, at midnight. Friday was more friends, slip 'n slide and soapy trampoline with garbage bags and a late night party of about 200 at Rasch's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher got the teacher he hoped for, had a swim party after school with friends, watched the 4th grade baseball championship in the evening and finished the night with nightgames at a different friend's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas was picked up from school by a friend at 10:30. They all switched to another friend at 3:00 and then to another friends at 4:00. We got him home about 6:00 and what did he say? "Can I play with a friend? I haven't had enough friend time today!" So he rode his bike to Lucy's to pick her up and they played until 9:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while I stayed in my bed sleeping, reading and occasionally walking downstairs to say hi to kids and watch them have fun out the window.&lt;br /&gt;So glad school's out! We're ready for summer!&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/1011582371650952281-1642060688682524406?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/1642060688682524406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=1642060688682524406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1642060688682524406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1642060688682524406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-begins.html' title='Summer Begins!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-8711175640047831546</id><published>2011-05-13T16:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:25:12.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoom, Zoom, Zoom!</title><content type='html'>Got my teeth whitened yesterday. I've been dying to do it for years but never wanted to spend the money. I have whitening trays and tried Crest Whitestrips, but have longed for the instant white an hour at the dentist's office could create!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when a Groupon came up for Zoom Whitening for only $150 I jumped on it as a Christmas present to myself. Yep, that was last December.  It took me 3 months to get around to scheduling the appointment and then another two months to get in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have whiter teeth? Absolutely! But, oh, the pain! I really think it was worse than being in labor. The last 15 minute session I counted down the seconds, clenching my fist until it was over. Oh, yeah, I could take the electrifying zings that zapped through each random tooth like that arcade game where you hit the mole over the head. I would pay that price for pearly whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did I know it would continue for the rest of the day and into the next? No, I didn't and I wouldn't do it again. My gums were not sore. They were carefully protected. It was my TEETH that felt literally raw. If it were air or cold, I would just keep my mouth firmly clenched shut. But that didn't help. 400mg of Motrin did not help. 400 more mg helped take the edge off.  I finally rubbed Clove oil (Thanks DoTerra) all over my gums and teeth and then I could manage, but barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm still sensitive but it looks like I'll survive.  What price do we pay for beauty? Pain is definitely not a price I'm willing to pay again. Yeow!! Zing! Zing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-8711175640047831546?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8711175640047831546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=8711175640047831546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8711175640047831546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8711175640047831546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/05/zoom-zoom-zoom.html' title='Zoom, Zoom, Zoom!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-8837334414431521789</id><published>2011-05-11T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:40:16.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowsa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZ-IVeFcayc/TctPeZ5R5rI/AAAAAAAAB_M/Q_zCcWS5rZ0/s1600/Gap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZ-IVeFcayc/TctPeZ5R5rI/AAAAAAAAB_M/Q_zCcWS5rZ0/s320/Gap.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605661544958518962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mannequins at The Gap are clearly overworked and underpaid and going on strike. (I think it was a mistake to show off those happy-go-lucky Old Navy mannequins on TV. You knew sooner or later the other mannequins would find out about it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/-38ZbYOSz9as/TctPeizVI2I/AAAAAAAAB_U/oziOiPJJPI4/s1600/MessyKitchen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-38ZbYOSz9as/TctPeizVI2I/AAAAAAAAB_U/oziOiPJJPI4/s320/MessyKitchen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605661547349484386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two new playgroup friends joined the other three after lunch today. "You guys eat like pigs!  Look at the floor!" They exclaimed as they walked in. Good thing I could blame it on the lunch bunch. Think I might hire those Gap mannequins to give me a hand around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-8837334414431521789?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8837334414431521789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=8837334414431521789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8837334414431521789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8837334414431521789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/05/wowsa.html' title='Wowsa!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZ-IVeFcayc/TctPeZ5R5rI/AAAAAAAAB_M/Q_zCcWS5rZ0/s72-c/Gap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-4106732807717426882</id><published>2011-05-08T19:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:39:50.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NIcholas' Spring Sing Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e382ccb229ac709" 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://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e382ccb229ac709%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332357700%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D558B1976DB684896DF875296DC0665F43FC5AC63.2A6946EF7BD267ECB93AF4B24117BDD1F414BFE5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e382ccb229ac709%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkzVFYVwi9ZkWBY5HyKdmuTb15VM&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://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7e382ccb229ac709%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332357700%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D558B1976DB684896DF875296DC0665F43FC5AC63.2A6946EF7BD267ECB93AF4B24117BDD1F414BFE5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e382ccb229ac709%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkzVFYVwi9ZkWBY5HyKdmuTb15VM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-4106732807717426882?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/4106732807717426882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=4106732807717426882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4106732807717426882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4106732807717426882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/05/nicholas-spring-sing-concert.html' title='NIcholas&apos; 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Love my family! Puzzle broach from Courtney when she was in 2nd grade. Necklaces from Marty and Christopher when they were in Kindergarten and a scarf from Nicholas when he was in preschool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-2355504370848207627?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/2355504370848207627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=2355504370848207627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2355504370848207627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2355504370848207627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-mothers-day.html' title='More Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e7PnJtkjMmM/TcclC99vFRI/AAAAAAAAB_E/-scp47cAk2Q/s72-c/MomKids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-1441900184454290978</id><published>2011-05-08T10:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T11:28:36.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMzUazDvJqg/TcbMqFBE6II/AAAAAAAAB-8/0QHv2c3DPFY/s1600/MomAngela1971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMzUazDvJqg/TcbMqFBE6II/AAAAAAAAB-8/0QHv2c3DPFY/s320/MomAngela1971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604391809582426242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this photo of me and my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day, Mom! Love you so much! You are amazing and strong! Thanks for encouraging our independence, giving us unlimited amounts of self-confidence, being an example of positive thinking, nurturing our intelligence, forcing us to practice the piano, and teaching us to read, load the dishwasher properly, speak some Spanish, be kind, choose happiness, tell the truth, work until the job is done, make healthy choices and enjoy whatever life gives us! I am so grateful for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-1441900184454290978?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/1441900184454290978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=1441900184454290978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1441900184454290978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1441900184454290978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMzUazDvJqg/TcbMqFBE6II/AAAAAAAAB-8/0QHv2c3DPFY/s72-c/MomAngela1971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-1860024527296737285</id><published>2011-05-07T15:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T15:10:34.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Likes and Dislikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RZEn0d6JDw/TcW05WeN5hI/AAAAAAAAB-s/X8HuxbxU9Ys/s1600/DSC03296.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RZEn0d6JDw/TcW05WeN5hI/AAAAAAAAB-s/X8HuxbxU9Ys/s320/DSC03296.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604084208710313490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patio furniture out from storage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dislike:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ryrx19uOoHw/TcW05jMOBBI/AAAAAAAAB-0/oH9hwS0V-WY/s1600/DSC03301.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ryrx19uOoHw/TcW05jMOBBI/AAAAAAAAB-0/oH9hwS0V-WY/s320/DSC03301.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604084212124484626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giant piece of tooth cracked off this morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-1860024527296737285?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/1860024527296737285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=1860024527296737285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1860024527296737285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1860024527296737285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/05/likes-and-dislikes.html' title='Likes and Dislikes'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5RZEn0d6JDw/TcW05WeN5hI/AAAAAAAAB-s/X8HuxbxU9Ys/s72-c/DSC03296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-2893648636616251551</id><published>2011-04-08T14:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:21:25.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Witch Has Left The Kitchen</title><content type='html'>You'll be happy to know I got a new broom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-2893648636616251551?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/2893648636616251551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=2893648636616251551' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2893648636616251551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2893648636616251551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/04/witch-has-left-kitchen.html' title='The Witch Has Left The Kitchen'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-1873746667270602459</id><published>2011-04-07T23:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:17:57.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Motility--Can You Swallow That?</title><content type='html'>Started the morning paying big bucks to be tortured. This fun exam is called "a motility study" in the Gastrointestinal world where you get to snuff a catheter tube up your nose and then swallow it down into your stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do spray lidocaine or some numbing agent into your nose before hand. "Do you feel anything?" the nurse asked. Nope--meaning I didn't feel any different. We went ahead. 2 hours later as I drove to my hair appt. I sniffed my nose and THEN my nose, back of throat and tongue went numb. So &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I was supposed to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of the test you just lay there and you're not supposed to swallow for like 20 minutes. I did pretty good. She then pulls the tube out a bit and gives you water and you swallow. We did this 10 times.  And then she pulled it out some more and we did it 5 more times. And THEN she pulled it out some more and I gagged and gagged and eventually barfed. Luckily she read my mind as I madly pointed toward the barf bag. And luckily I had followed instructions and hadn't anything to eat or drink since the evening before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously I was able to pull myself together and the nurse remained ever so calm, holding the catheter in place, and we finished the test. My throat hurt the rest of the day. And aren't you supposed to cry a bit after you throw up? I didn't get that satisfaction either and was a little off kilter the rest of the day because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was nice to me as I got a great haircut, Courtney passed her driving test and they played all my favorite songs on my 80's station (as I was in my car until 5:00 driving everyone everywhere). And my throat didn't hurt badly enough that I couldn't sing along. Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto. Domo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-1873746667270602459?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/1873746667270602459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=1873746667270602459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1873746667270602459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1873746667270602459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/04/motility-can-you-swallow-that.html' title='Motility--Can You Swallow That?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-2625877076664596234</id><published>2011-04-06T23:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T13:49:59.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Say No</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-quUCEviPyXw/TZ9mvRBt8QI/AAAAAAAAB-k/5Z6akiOSXzI/s1600/NoVolunteer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-quUCEviPyXw/TZ9mvRBt8QI/AAAAAAAAB-k/5Z6akiOSXzI/s200/NoVolunteer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593302224427938050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got a call tonight while me and the kids were sitting on the floor reading scriptures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Hi Angela. We are looking for a PTA COUNCIL President and your name came up.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Didn't even hesitate) I've decided not to get that involved in PTA until my kids are older.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: How old are they?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I've got one in Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Your oldest is in Kindergarten?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, my youngest.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Well, if all your kids are all in school, then maybe...&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why it pays to be prepared with an answer BEFORE the hard questions come--Drugs, Sex, Council PTA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-2625877076664596234?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/2625877076664596234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=2625877076664596234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2625877076664596234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2625877076664596234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-say-no.html' title='Just Say No'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-quUCEviPyXw/TZ9mvRBt8QI/AAAAAAAAB-k/5Z6akiOSXzI/s72-c/NoVolunteer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-9195423925524132503</id><published>2011-04-01T20:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T21:17:38.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering</title><content type='html'>Blogging from bed. Recovering from today's surgery. Everything went smoothly--I've just been tired all day from the anesthesia and have a mild sore throat.  After sleeping all day I feel pretty good tonight. I go back in 6 weeks for round two.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor made four small laser incisions in the stenosis and then expanded it. Then he treated the area with mitomycin-c to help with scar tissue build up. He believes doing two surgeries a month apart wil have longer lasting effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got surgery photos, but they're pretty gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My facebook friend who had the same surgery sassed I'll be feeling great Monday back to exercising and everything. Yea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-9195423925524132503?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/9195423925524132503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=9195423925524132503' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/9195423925524132503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/9195423925524132503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/04/recovering.html' title='Recovering'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-6687900662253969198</id><published>2011-03-12T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:53:58.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://instagr.am/p/CMffy/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/03/12/26df85594efe4e7d90d480b04cff80fd_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://instagr.am/p/CMffy/"&gt;see full image&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starring James Earl Jones and Vanessa Redgrave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-6687900662253969198?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/6687900662253969198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=6687900662253969198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/6687900662253969198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/6687900662253969198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/03/show-3.html' title='Show #3'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-2967638279337574819</id><published>2011-03-12T17:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:53:07.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://instagr.am/p/CMAzk/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/03/12/c0050769957a442d9c015da3a29dda43_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://instagr.am/p/CMAzk/"&gt;see full image&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-2967638279337574819?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/2967638279337574819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=2967638279337574819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2967638279337574819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2967638279337574819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/03/show-2.html' title='Show #2'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-262279861584627545</id><published>2011-03-12T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:51:57.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday In The Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://instagr.am/p/CLxZP/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/03/12/fc3cec0f42534475b79f2e3906b63705_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://instagr.am/p/CLxZP/"&gt;see full image&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love waking up and getting to go for a walk in Central Park!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked up to 96th street on the west side and didn't even realize how far we'd come!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-262279861584627545?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/262279861584627545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=262279861584627545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/262279861584627545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/262279861584627545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/03/saturday-in-park.html' title='Saturday In The Park'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-5974337687713286676</id><published>2011-03-11T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T19:39:28.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night in New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://instagr.am/p/CKrpP/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/03/11/8b9d2679847b4949883ea127fadae502_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;a href="http://instagr.am/p/CKrpP/"&gt;see full image&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-5974337687713286676?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/5974337687713286676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=5974337687713286676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/5974337687713286676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/5974337687713286676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-night-in-new-york.html' title='Friday Night in New York'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-4040908373427232258</id><published>2011-03-11T16:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T16:45:33.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Our Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://instagr.am/p/CKJvQ/"&gt;http://instagr.am/p/CKJvQ/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-4040908373427232258?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/4040908373427232258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=4040908373427232258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4040908373427232258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4040908373427232258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/03/httpinstagr.html' title='On Our Way'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-8622758821682083940</id><published>2011-03-05T12:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T12:43:55.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers for Wheezy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXZJG01LQmk/TXKSXEk4BqI/AAAAAAAAB-E/AghF4IGXaP0/s1600/thumbnail.aspx-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXZJG01LQmk/TXKSXEk4BqI/AAAAAAAAB-E/AghF4IGXaP0/s200/thumbnail.aspx-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580683813328520866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I've tolerated this embarrassing wheeze for the last 4 years. I'm sure you've heard it. A few years ago I got diagnosed with Vocal Cord Dysfunction which means I have tight vocal cords. Six sessions of Vocal Therapy will cure it as well as altering behaviors that can exacerbate it -- talking too much at once (Who, me?), talking too high or too low ("Yea! I'm so excited for you!!" or "That's just not okay!"), not drinking enough water, talking too loud or too soft etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two sessions and then never went back. November 2007--busy time of year, kids were in chaos while I was gone and the economy was tanking and the sessions were expensive.  I would try again when my kids were older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally this year with Nick in school, I tried again. But this time she noticed an irregularity below my vocal cords. So Thursday I met with an ENT (Yes, Mom, the best in Utah) and he said I've got subglottic stenosis which is a narrowing of the larynx just below my vocal cords.  I'll have it dilated (stretched with a  balloon-type procedure) in April and again in May. It's an outpatient procedure and apparently you can resume normal eating, drinking, exercise right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "let's get you breathing" and I wanted to cry with joy! I feel so out-of-shape when a run up the stairs gets me out of breath or I can't go walking with friends because I sound ridiculous with all my huffing and puffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeful! Unfortunately it's something that has a high rate of re-occurance and they're not sure what causes it. I might have to go in every couple of years. But mine is a mild case--about 30% narrowed so I'm hoping it won't recur too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people end up with a trach and I said jokingly to the doctor, "Well I sure don't want that!" And he didn't get my joking voice and said dead seriously, "You do if it's the only way you can breathe." So, here's the part where I want to say something funny about how my grandma could take out her teeth and my mom can take off her hair and maybe I'll be able to take out my voice! but it doesn't really sound all that funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done lots of internet research and &lt;a href="http://chestjournal.chestpubs.org/content/132/1/351.full"&gt;here's the best link&lt;/a&gt; of a study of a woman that sounds just like me.  It also explains the science behind not getting enough air with exertion as related to Bernoulli's principle with coincidentally I just taught to Christopher's Webeloes troop a few months ago!  (Dyspnea just means anything related to shortness of breath).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-8622758821682083940?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8622758821682083940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=8622758821682083940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8622758821682083940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8622758821682083940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/03/answers-for-wheezy.html' title='Answers for Wheezy'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXZJG01LQmk/TXKSXEk4BqI/AAAAAAAAB-E/AghF4IGXaP0/s72-c/thumbnail.aspx-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-4346318873884540438</id><published>2011-02-26T16:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T16:34:04.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYPcV4tuWf0/TWmN3_unH3I/AAAAAAAAB94/5x5m75AXHc0/s1600/StairSurfing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYPcV4tuWf0/TWmN3_unH3I/AAAAAAAAB94/5x5m75AXHc0/s320/StairSurfing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578145606614327154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of snow outside -- lots of warm sledding inside.  Big sleepover, big fun.&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/1011582371650952281-4346318873884540438?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/4346318873884540438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=4346318873884540438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4346318873884540438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4346318873884540438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/02/saturday-morning.html' title='Saturday Morning'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYPcV4tuWf0/TWmN3_unH3I/AAAAAAAAB94/5x5m75AXHc0/s72-c/StairSurfing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-9158873447197467046</id><published>2011-02-23T17:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T17:09:27.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Admit It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vc1M3nKAewc/TWWhqHGJ7NI/AAAAAAAAB9w/OOmSIxqbW1k/s1600/processedCheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vc1M3nKAewc/TWWhqHGJ7NI/AAAAAAAAB9w/OOmSIxqbW1k/s200/processedCheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577041458399669458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretly, I really like fake cheese.  I never buy it.  But when I buy the kids Lunchables on a rare occasion, and they don't eat the cheese because it's processed and gross, I get a little excited. Sad and embarrassing, but true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-9158873447197467046?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/9158873447197467046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=9158873447197467046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/9158873447197467046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/9158873447197467046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/02/ill-admit-it.html' title='I&apos;ll Admit It...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vc1M3nKAewc/TWWhqHGJ7NI/AAAAAAAAB9w/OOmSIxqbW1k/s72-c/processedCheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-2507542657617614627</id><published>2011-02-14T22:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T22:46:50.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Romeos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three boys each wanted to give a Valentine to a special someone.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_83wYZNHuJk/TVoQ0A5m6MI/AAAAAAAAB9g/YCxp9ROGNXM/s1600/DSC03211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_83wYZNHuJk/TVoQ0A5m6MI/AAAAAAAAB9g/YCxp9ROGNXM/s320/DSC03211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573785974605277378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marty was very matter-of-fact. He wanted to get a Valentine for a particular girl.&lt;br /&gt;This made the other boys want to jump on board.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MOiAXKh9oWY/TVoQztSnhZI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/D-Isane-yKE/s1600/DSC03213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MOiAXKh9oWY/TVoQztSnhZI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/D-Isane-yKE/s320/DSC03213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573785969341466002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicholas was REALLY nervous that he would be caught&lt;br /&gt;on the doorbell ditch.&lt;br /&gt;But he wasn't afraid to sign his name and&lt;br /&gt;write "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&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/-Wzt_H_u12QE/TVoQzOww3EI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/p3Vyvj0Xg8k/s1600/DSC03215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzt_H_u12QE/TVoQzOww3EI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/p3Vyvj0Xg8k/s320/DSC03215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573785961146408002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christopher chose the "From ?" route.&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woZYJ1RRQLU/TVoQy5P7gRI/AAAAAAAAB9I/VV2sxxujCJ0/s1600/DSC03217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-woZYJ1RRQLU/TVoQy5P7gRI/AAAAAAAAB9I/VV2sxxujCJ0/s320/DSC03217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573785955371548946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got home Nicholas had a surprise of his own on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;He's very frustrated that it's a "From ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Had the most fun listening to my "Love Songs" mix today --&lt;br /&gt;Chicago, Air Supply, Lionel Richie, Bonnie Tyler, REO Speedwagon,&lt;br /&gt;Alphaville, as well as GooGoo Dolls, Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;and others made for fun singing along!&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/1011582371650952281-2507542657617614627?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/2507542657617614627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=2507542657617614627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2507542657617614627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/2507542657617614627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-romeos.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Romeos'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_83wYZNHuJk/TVoQ0A5m6MI/AAAAAAAAB9g/YCxp9ROGNXM/s72-c/DSC03211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-8621540776023276552</id><published>2011-01-26T08:14:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T11:21:33.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister's Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURUr7IjuQI/AAAAAAAAB78/XZ4md7-5Cuc/s1600/DSC03072.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURUqMk6DeI/AAAAAAAAB7c/6O2mnR64vHU/s1600/DSC03067_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURUqMk6DeI/AAAAAAAAB7c/6O2mnR64vHU/s320/DSC03067_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567668123244039650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1;&lt;/style&gt;I spent last weekend in sunny Tucson at a wonderful spa resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;celebrating my mother-in-law's 75th birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;along with my 3 sister-in-laws.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We started off with pedicures the first day and massages the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; Lots of good food, book reading, laughing, and birthday cake for  breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Doesn't get much better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURX3mooauI/AAAAAAAAB8U/I-fRk60OmYE/s1600/DSC03054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURX3mooauI/AAAAAAAAB8U/I-fRk60OmYE/s320/DSC03054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567671652112165602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURZP0-EayI/AAAAAAAAB80/dnFr-Hm6TlA/s1600/KristinEC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURZP0-EayI/AAAAAAAAB80/dnFr-Hm6TlA/s320/KristinEC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567673167788665634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURX3JyqCoI/AAAAAAAAB8E/EkebUtCAAMU/s1600/DSC03059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURX3JyqCoI/AAAAAAAAB8E/EkebUtCAAMU/s320/DSC03059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567671644369586818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also "shopped" at a jewelry auction -- my mother-in-law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;brought some  of her old jewelry and a stack of play money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;for each of us to use to  bid on the jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; If you ran out of play money, up the ante with a  stick of gum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURUrAn4_gI/AAAAAAAAB70/XpcM_xYsUzg/s1600/DSC03081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURUrAn4_gI/AAAAAAAAB70/XpcM_xYsUzg/s320/DSC03081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567668137215196674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURX39ENygI/AAAAAAAAB8c/NCAuDDgXNfs/s1600/DSC03070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURX39ENygI/AAAAAAAAB8c/NCAuDDgXNfs/s320/DSC03070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567671658133441026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mother-in-law, E.C., is a young 75, taking the only two granddaughters on trips each summer and taking whichever grandson is 10 to grandma and grandson summer camp in New York for a week. She loves making memories with her children and grandchildren and having fun while she’s at it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;She’s the consummate gracious host, opening her home and pantry not only to family and friends, but to friends and family of friends and family as well! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;She seems to never back down from entertaining—whether it’s at her home or at their vacation camp in Pagosa, she cooks and gives gifts and listens and plans entertainment, all with her big, beautiful smile!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All my siblings love E.C. because she’s made them feel like family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She hosted my family at her home the summer Dan and I were married and the next year invited us all to Pagosa together.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The first question I always get from both E.C. and Marty whenever we’re together is, “Tell me about your family. Tell us about every single one!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;She has dedicated her life to family research and collecting and compiling family stories.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She doesn’t just find names of who we’re related to, she find’s their stories as well and has made several books with photos and stories of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURZPrk2zWI/AAAAAAAAB8s/FRm38K8Fmkw/s1600/JoAndEC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURZPrk2zWI/AAAAAAAAB8s/FRm38K8Fmkw/s320/JoAndEC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567673165266996578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jo Ellen, Dan's only sister, lives just down the street from us. She’s inherited her mother’s generous nature and regularly treats our family to Sunday dinners. Everyone always loves going to Jo's house and we all love Jo's cooking!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;She gives each of the kids special attention and teases a bit too, which is the hallmark of a caring older sibling (as I, as the oldest of my siblings, can attest to).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has her PhD, always looks beautiful, loves to read, (we’ve enjoyed sharing our greatest reads together for years) and her two boys are a reflection of her caring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re kind, generous with compliments, also love to tease, and tons of fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURX3bFERMI/AAAAAAAAB8M/tMh5a4qU0zE/s1600/DSC03052_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURX3bFERMI/AAAAAAAAB8M/tMh5a4qU0zE/s320/DSC03052_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567671649010205890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erin, originally from Boston, married Dan's oldest brother, Marty. She is creative in every way, which makes the year Erin has your name for Christmas extra special.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She quilts beautifully (she's given me two), made me a messenger bag that I LOVE and receive compliments on wherever I go, turns wood bowls on a lathe and most recently started turning pen and pencil sets.&lt;span style=""&gt; In addition to everything else artistic, she's also a photographer and has an eye for what would make a fabulous photo--and then is able to capture it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;She’s also not afraid to take on home projects and remodeling and of course whatever she does turns out fantastic and artistic. She’s also athletic—played lacrosse on the men’s team in college--and is a dedicated sports mom (did you ever miss even one of your boys’ hockey games, Erin?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURZPMs5ZmI/AAAAAAAAB8k/8WfzBrUts8s/s1600/DSC03072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURZPMs5ZmI/AAAAAAAAB8k/8WfzBrUts8s/s320/DSC03072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567673156979222114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristin married Dan's brother Duncan just 2 months after Dan and I got married.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; I love listening to her tell a story--she's so animated and remembers the details that bring it to life! Her facial expressions and reenactments are hilarious and I never get tired of listening to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; In the last few years she’s started vegetable gardening and knows how to grow anything and grows practically everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the last 2 years she’s kept 6 chickens and this year she butchered them. You can imagine how hard we laughed while she told that story! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;She’s an artist and musician and has written plays and musicals for kids in her community and wrote the most beautiful song in honor of my in-laws 50&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; wedding anniversary.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love having these women as my sisters and having E.C. as my second mother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am blessed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURUq36wfEI/AAAAAAAAB7s/EuK8fM2vU2U/s1600/DSC03057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURUq36wfEI/AAAAAAAAB7s/EuK8fM2vU2U/s320/DSC03057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567668134878411842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURUqTNpBLI/AAAAAAAAB7k/HbfruOsPfnU/s1600/DSC03064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURUqTNpBLI/AAAAAAAAB7k/HbfruOsPfnU/s320/DSC03064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567668125025502386" 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/1011582371650952281-8621540776023276552?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/8621540776023276552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=8621540776023276552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8621540776023276552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/8621540776023276552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/01/sisters-trip.html' title='Sister&apos;s Trip'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TURUqMk6DeI/AAAAAAAAB7c/6O2mnR64vHU/s72-c/DSC03067_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-1233629611776535944</id><published>2011-01-25T10:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T10:25:16.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TT8GgkTDYXI/AAAAAAAAB68/F1eNMokdlkc/s1600/SnowDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TT8GgkTDYXI/AAAAAAAAB68/F1eNMokdlkc/s320/SnowDay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566174821022392690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday the weather was warm and all the snow was melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today we're having a storm.&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely a book and pajama day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in other "not-news," I'm so glad I bought this rug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TT8GgV_9K_I/AAAAAAAAB60/lDt2ShgCoaM/s1600/HatRug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TT8GgV_9K_I/AAAAAAAAB60/lDt2ShgCoaM/s320/HatRug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566174817184197618" 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/1011582371650952281-1233629611776535944?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/1233629611776535944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=1233629611776535944' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1233629611776535944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/1233629611776535944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TT8GgkTDYXI/AAAAAAAAB68/F1eNMokdlkc/s72-c/SnowDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-5852714474430336564</id><published>2011-01-20T21:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T22:12:32.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursdays</title><content type='html'>The day before Friday can either be very hectic or very quiet. Last week Thursday was the day after Nick's Birthday Party. Lots of recovery needed. Two Thursdays ago I was in charge of the Jr. High Spelling Bee. The weeks before that were in December--Christmas shopping. The month before that, Thursday was Thanksgiving. And before that every single day was filled with football, soccer and Lacrosse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, Thursday meant a walk, an hour helping in Nick's class, a trip to Target to pick up a few things, a trip to Basket Loft to find something cute, a sandwich to go from Paradise Bakery, wander around World Market to look for something else cute and then enough time to pick up Courtney from school to go buy new soccer cleats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Thursday there was no rushing and no organizing. Shopping for a few needed things and time to stop in a few other favorite stores just to see what they had. It's nice to have time to not rush when out and about but to just slow down and enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the kids got home from school and started doing their own things, I took an hour to read my book. Leftover pizza for dinner then out to watch Marty's basketball game -- a neighborhood game where no one kept score and kids switched sides. It was all just fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime was a bit more hectic because it was after 8 when we got home and Chris and Nick still needed to read and be read to and everyone was getting tired and a bit grumpy. But we did it without too much frustration. Even remembered to read scriptures and say family prayer--I'd already turned out Nick's lights and was laying back with him when I remembered, but I still remembered and we still gathered together and did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan came home from a trip last night too, so he got up with the big kids this Thursday morning and made breakfast and lunches and I slept in until Nick got up. Kind of set the tone for the whole day! Aaaahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-5852714474430336564?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/5852714474430336564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=5852714474430336564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/5852714474430336564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/5852714474430336564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/01/thursdays.html' title='Thursdays'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-7877021618483218191</id><published>2011-01-19T21:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:59:28.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesdays</title><content type='html'>Wednesdays can start early--at 6:15--making lunch and breakfast for Marty who leaves at 6:30 to Encore, the Jr. High singing group. But when Dan is in town he gets up and does it and I enjoy sleeping in until 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty likes an egg, veggie sausage, piece of toast and glass of juice for breakfast or swap the egg and toast for pancakes--that's a favorite too. But Courtney says eggs are too hard to eat first thing in the morning. She prefers Greek Yogurt or a smoothie. But she'll never pass up a bagel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning after Marty left at 6:30, I cleaned my desk and tidied up the kitchen until 7:00 when Courtney came down. Then Courtney left and I had until 7:30 before the other boys got up. So I crawled back in bed. Nick came in bed 15 minutes later and we cuddled for a couple of minutes. Then he wanted to check out his Lego plane he made the night before. ("Can you believe I made it all by myself?!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got up with him at 7:45 and made breakfast for Chris and Nick. Chris likes fried eggs but Nick likes his scrambled. I made them practice the piano even though it was lesson day because we didn't practice at all on Sat, Sun, or Mon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually they walk to school but today we were late and it was raining so I drove. Which is sometimes nice to drop them off and watch them walk in to start their school-day. Chris never leaves without blowing me a kiss and then waiting to catch my blown kiss in his hand and then press it onto his heart. It's a great way to start my day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays are my day to pick up the Kindergarten carpool from morning K, bring them home for lunch and then take them to afternoon K at a different school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So usually Wednesday mornings I try to get organized around the house. I also exercise and before I know it it's time to pick up the 3 boys. They are good friends, great at finding solutions to conflicts and expressing how they feel. They're always so excited about playing for 30 minutes before it's time for lunch and heading off to school. I really look forward to getting them on "my day." Nick really looks forward to it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drop off the boys and run a few errands while I'm in the car -- go to the bank, fill up with gas, grab a few groceries for dinner. Then head home and finish working around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesdays our piano teacher comes after school. She is enthusiastic and positive and all the kids actually look forward to their lessons (and the treat she gives them after).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evenings are pretty peaceful with everyone doing their homework and after I get Chris and Nick in bed I look forward to Me, Courtney and Marty watching Modern Family all snuggled in my bed together eating ice cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-7877021618483218191?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/7877021618483218191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=7877021618483218191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/7877021618483218191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/7877021618483218191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/01/wednesdays.html' title='Wednesdays'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-3654315648584253280</id><published>2011-01-18T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:42:25.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Tuesday is carpool day. And trash day. I get up at 6:45 and make lunches and get Courtney some breakfast and then drive her and 4 boys to school. They entertain me with their last minute studying before a big test or discussions of school assignments. They all get straight "A's" and are always on time, ready to walk out the door, when I honk just after 7:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrive back home I honk for Marty and then drive around getting his carpool. The kids in the Jr. High carpool are much quieter-- unless a big sports game was on the night before. If so, then the boys have a lot to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home by 7:40, just in time for Christopher and Nicholas to start making their way downstairs. They have breakfast and then we do piano practicing and by 8:20 they are heading out the door. Or running upstairs looking for socks. Or sometimes running upstairs to get dressed. It all depends on the day. Or the night before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went walking after the kids left. I try to leave by 9, but often there are dishes to wash, phone calls to make and e-mails to send. And I enjoy my walk much more if the pressing things aren't hanging over my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Tuesday a month I have lunch with a group of friends. Today we went to Corner Bakery to celebrate a birthday. Another Tuesday I volunteer in Nick's class.  Another Tuesday I try to go to the temple. The final Tuesday we keep saying we're going to have breakfast with my high school friends, but we haven't yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long lunch today, lots of laughs and catching up, I had a few minutes to run some errands and then it was time to pick up the high school carpool at 2:15. After I drop all the kids off, I head back to get the Jr. High kids. After I pick them up and get them home by 3:00, I've got a few minutes before heading to scouts at 3:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home by 5--just in time to get dinner going and ready by 6. At 7 the big kids and Dan head off to Young Mens/Young Womens and I help the little kids with their homework, reading and getting to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finish up just as the big kids are getting home. Today we remembered to read scriptures and say family prayer. Sometimes we forget. We're trying to be better about remembering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the routine of Tuesdays. I like knowing what comes next as we move from one activity to the next. I like being the carpool driver and listening to the kids talk and laugh and hear what's on their minds. I like the enthusiasm of the scouts and learning new things to teach them and sneaking in  a few minutes to chat with my partner while the scouts are busy working on stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routinely Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1011582371650952281-3654315648584253280?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/3654315648584253280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=3654315648584253280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/3654315648584253280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/3654315648584253280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/01/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-19922378300517162</id><published>2011-01-12T22:27:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:12:08.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Is Six!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sitting here surfing and eating leftover birthday candy and finally deciding I'm tired and should head up to bed when I realize I need to post about Nick's Birthday today! How could I forget? Post-Party Decompression. But now I've remembered Aaaaannnd... I still have more candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick has been very excited for his birthday and has been counting down for over a week now. He even made his own countdown chart on post-it notes. Favorite quote to Courtney last night, said with complete awe,&lt;br /&gt;"Courtney, can you believe I'm going to be six tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually have a birthday breakfast and open presents before everyone heads off to school. But today Marty had choir at 6:30 and Courtney had to leave by 7:00. So we had a special breakfast with just Nick and Chris and Mom and Dad. Dad made waffles -- Nick's special request. We only opened two presents so we could save the other two for when Courtney and Marty were home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TS6TfX1teqI/AAAAAAAAB6g/o5gDPVBxdBA/s1600/DSC03021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TS6TfX1teqI/AAAAAAAAB6g/o5gDPVBxdBA/s320/DSC03021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561544757033663138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TS6TfEbiz1I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/nqn-OhDd3KM/s1600/DSC03022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TS6TfEbiz1I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/nqn-OhDd3KM/s320/DSC03022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561544751823638354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Courtney was three, she LOVED Elmo. As an adventure, I decided to try to make her an Elmo cake. I had fun making it and it turned out pretty cute. After that I tried to make my kids' cakes each year. Sometime after that I found myself with 3 kids and then 4 kids and opted to buy cakes from time to time. However, this year I made Nick's cake. And it turned out pretty dang cute! (I bought the Costco cake so there would be enough for everyone and made the magician's hat and bunny to add to the top!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TS6TStevZ7I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/kn2CPtQXAHo/s1600/DSC03030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TS6TStevZ7I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/kn2CPtQXAHo/s320/DSC03030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561544539504601010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TS6TSKv_RTI/AAAAAAAAB6I/a24feEd5QVQ/s1600/DSC03031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TS6TSKv_RTI/AAAAAAAAB6I/a24feEd5QVQ/s320/DSC03031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561544530181702962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yep, I'm amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick had a joint party with his friend, Will. 25 Kindergarten boys as well as 6 brothers and 1 sister and two sets of parents. It was crazy! For the first 45 minutes the boys just ran around playing with balloons we'd scattered all around the floor. Then we had a fantastically fun magician who was able to keep 25 5- and 6-year-olds' attention for 45 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-60aa9dbd47affeb6" 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://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60aa9dbd47affeb6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332357700%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5364727FF63743ECC7844AB6C7BB058CB0B2424F.7CD30182FF51A83DCAF7B510D926F07E0EE55C62%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60aa9dbd47affeb6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DByOjE2Eetvv7KLwpUNPWmUE0Zmo&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://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60aa9dbd47affeb6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332357700%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5364727FF63743ECC7844AB6C7BB058CB0B2424F.7CD30182FF51A83DCAF7B510D926F07E0EE55C62%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60aa9dbd47affeb6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DByOjE2Eetvv7KLwpUNPWmUE0Zmo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last, but not least, presents!&lt;br /&gt;Nick will be building Legos all year long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the party our family went to Bonsai.&lt;br /&gt;Nick was so excited to get to add his birthday picture to the wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TS6TRhB8axI/AAAAAAAAB6A/Rch416JSKlU/s1600/DSC03046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TS6TRhB8axI/AAAAAAAAB6A/Rch416JSKlU/s320/DSC03046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561544518982724370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TS6TRdhBbZI/AAAAAAAAB54/bb2S2dtzg3Q/s1600/DSC03047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TS6TRdhBbZI/AAAAAAAAB54/bb2S2dtzg3Q/s320/DSC03047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561544518039334290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday Nick! Can't believe you're six!&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/1011582371650952281-19922378300517162?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/19922378300517162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=19922378300517162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/19922378300517162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/19922378300517162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/01/nick-is-six.html' title='Nick Is Six!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TS6TfX1teqI/AAAAAAAAB6g/o5gDPVBxdBA/s72-c/DSC03021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-4101934687776358633</id><published>2011-01-11T09:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T10:11:24.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>I've got a cold, creating a tightness in my chest that's making it hard to breathe. It reminded me of a poem I wrote in college.  It actually got published in a student literary magazine. I was on the committee to select submissions. They told us we could submit our own work but had to do it under a pseudonym. I think I used Marie something. Wish I could remember. Everyone voted for their favorite and my simple 21-word poem got the most votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in high school I remember giving my first church talk -- a 3 minute youth talk. I wrote out what I wanted to say. I felt good about it. I wasn't nervous speaking to our congregation...until I got up there. I couldn't breathe. Suddenly I became nervous--more so because I couldn't breathe.  So I started reading faster and faster. I don't think I took a breath the whole time. Of course nobody understood a word I had to say since I was bulldozing along as fast as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a lot of talks in public to figure out how to calm down and breathe.  So here's the poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;And it was hard to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Just like when I have to give a talk in church.&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/1011582371650952281-4101934687776358633?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/4101934687776358633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=4101934687776358633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4101934687776358633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4101934687776358633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/01/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-4119286598696039747</id><published>2011-01-09T12:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:18:01.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Bit Addicting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TSoJsyPPJTI/AAAAAAAAB5w/q1mTaBDJXhs/s1600/Flipboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TSoJsyPPJTI/AAAAAAAAB5w/q1mTaBDJXhs/s320/Flipboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560267354946872626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TSoJsQdolJI/AAAAAAAAB5o/s68W4DDjsNo/s1600/FlipboardContents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TSoJsQdolJI/AAAAAAAAB5o/s68W4DDjsNo/s320/FlipboardContents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560267345880454290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just downloaded the Flipboard app onto my iPad. Apple voted it the 2010 App of the Year and it's easy to see why. I'm jumping out of bed in the morning just to see what it looks like now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add your Facebook, Twitter, any magazine with a Twitter feed or any of their news feed or magazine partners and it will turn them into a beautiful, easy-to-read magazine layout style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like I'm reading real important stuff when my friends' Facebook feeds look like they're from the cover of a glossy magazine. Gorgeous! Takes away some of the guilt of time spent on Facebook.  "Look they're published...I need to read this stuff!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite partner app is Smitten Kitchen -- recipes and beautiful photos of each to boot.  Also added Real Simple Magazine through the Twitter feed. And National Geographic. And Fortune. And Roger Ebert's blog.  That's when I realized I was addicted.  You're going to love 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/1011582371650952281-4119286598696039747?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/4119286598696039747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=4119286598696039747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4119286598696039747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4119286598696039747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-bit-addicting.html' title='It&apos;s a Bit Addicting'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TSoJsyPPJTI/AAAAAAAAB5w/q1mTaBDJXhs/s72-c/Flipboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-4300897410876565901</id><published>2011-01-06T21:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:01:08.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Would Have Pulled the Plug On This One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying to think of what it's like to work in City Government.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of red tape. Very bureaucratic.&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering... How many people would you have to get approval from&lt;br /&gt;if you wanted to create a new sign?&lt;br /&gt;Your committee that was created to address the issue&lt;br /&gt;would have to be in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;Your boss would have to sign-off. &lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing her boss would also have to give the okay.&lt;br /&gt;And then would you get your new design approved by City Council? &lt;br /&gt;So... just how many people, exactly, saw this sign&lt;br /&gt;and thought it was a good way to spread a message. &lt;br /&gt;The dog squatting is offensive enough;&lt;br /&gt;but a mound of poo under him?&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TSacv9BfdlI/AAAAAAAAB5g/HC0Xm1_jC6w/s1600/DogPoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TSacv9BfdlI/AAAAAAAAB5g/HC0Xm1_jC6w/s320/DogPoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559303137684059730" 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/1011582371650952281-4300897410876565901?l=6shaefs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/feeds/4300897410876565901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1011582371650952281&amp;postID=4300897410876565901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4300897410876565901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1011582371650952281/posts/default/4300897410876565901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://6shaefs.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-think-i-would-have-pulled-plug-on.html' title='I Think I Would Have Pulled the Plug On This One'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12822769739733746542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/SlQekSBGTgI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VvrxsTxVEFA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TSacv9BfdlI/AAAAAAAAB5g/HC0Xm1_jC6w/s72-c/DogPoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1011582371650952281.post-8314603906470724114</id><published>2011-01-02T16:28:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:49:12.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Christmas Brought For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I6AOb41xQNg/TSEZsThn7WI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/GzeHBeEhHmY/s1600/SugarCookes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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