<?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-6819898708190301794</id><updated>2012-02-11T07:55:46.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Laughter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-9156501950940973463</id><published>2010-05-04T14:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:26:15.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2010...Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I have taken a VERY long blog break and think I'm ready to return. Funny, it's 1year and 1 day ago that I last posted. Even funnier, my girls just got back from girl scout camp! It is like I pressed pause on my blog and have just returned a year later. I'd love to give a great reason for my absence, but I've got nothing! No new baby, illness or jet setting career... just lack of motivation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I made a decision to slow down and learn to say "no" once in a while. (Mostly to myself!:)) For the first time in 12 years, I didn't even send out Christmas cards. It was SO relaxing not having to capture the perfect shot of my girls. Ironically, I took a million good ones that would have been perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I've enjoyed just reading my favorite blogs without pressure to post my own. I did not think I would miss blogging as much as I have. Now, I'm excited to jump back in and hopefully have some great stories to share! We've had a wonderful and busy year. And for my friend at 40 pink Piggies (who needs to add her little prince to her side bar) I will have lots of photos, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-9156501950940973463?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/9156501950940973463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=9156501950940973463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/9156501950940973463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/9156501950940973463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2010/05/2010already.html' title='2010...Already?'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-8715210304256790411</id><published>2009-05-03T15:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:22:07.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Occoneechee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a great weekend at Girl Scout camp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm exhausted, in need of a LONG shower and some serious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm glad that I went to help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chaperon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;now &lt;/em&gt;remember why I haven't gone camping since middle school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope to post a few pictures soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-8715210304256790411?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/8715210304256790411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=8715210304256790411' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8715210304256790411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8715210304256790411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2009/05/camp-occoneechee.html' title='Camp Occoneechee'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-2403459619925740583</id><published>2009-04-27T22:04:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:33:55.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Ladies and a Gentleman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rob had the pleasure of taking these 3 lovely ladies to the Daddy-Daughter Dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday, April 24, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329558334602845778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SfZlEW-5nlI/AAAAAAAAAuM/LvzD_WBCjcA/s400/Daddy+Daughter+Dance+Rob+and+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This year I co-chaired the planning of the dance.  It was a ton of work, but turned out great thanks to many volunteers, including my wonderful sister!  Thanks Kitty, I could not have pulled it off without you!!!  She gets an extra pat on the back considering she doesn't even have a child at the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SfZlZ11jkOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/EhUEJefNKUs/s1600-h/Daddy+Daughter+Dance+Skyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329558703662403810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SfZlZ11jkOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/EhUEJefNKUs/s400/Daddy+Daughter+Dance+Skyline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The theme was The stars come out......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SfZlRVuachI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Ew3Y8c1Lk8Q/s1600-h/Daddy+Daughter+Dance+Gym.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329558557603557906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SfZlRVuachI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Ew3Y8c1Lk8Q/s400/Daddy+Daughter+Dance+Gym.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; We had a blast constructing balloon arches.  They were very to easy to use and very addicting.  My girls will now have arches at birthday parties.  Wish I was kidding :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329559029720777666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SfZls0f7g8I/AAAAAAAAAuk/tH-NuzOt0lk/s320/Daddy+Daughter+Dance+Star+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This star archway turned out great.  Boy was it work to blow up over 500 balloons (with hand pumps) to construct this large star and 2 smaller ones. I was very pleased with how it turned out.  The girls loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SfZk69qNvRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/QOzG4TD-lYM/s1600-h/Daddy+Daughter+Dance+Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329558173186374930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SfZk69qNvRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/QOzG4TD-lYM/s320/Daddy+Daughter+Dance+Cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I wish I could say I created this beauty.  We have a parent who is a wonderful pastry chef and she donates her services for the dance.  It was awesome as usual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My girls loved date night with Daddy! I'm just glad it's over and was a success.  Now maybe I will have time to blog and catch up on my reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-2403459619925740583?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/2403459619925740583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=2403459619925740583' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/2403459619925740583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/2403459619925740583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-ladies-and-gentleman.html' title='Three Ladies and a Gentleman'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SfZlEW-5nlI/AAAAAAAAAuM/LvzD_WBCjcA/s72-c/Daddy+Daughter+Dance+Rob+and+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-1911129160767157442</id><published>2009-03-19T22:56:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:08:15.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ops I did it again.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drop the blog ball that is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a &lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt; few weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like our weather, my life has been so unpredictable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between sick kids, laundry, car pool, girl scouts, art, dance, HW, potty training, planning a Daddy daughter dance at the girls school, and added pressure caused by our great economy, I've had very little "me" time to read blogs or even post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The times when I can hardly slow down long enough to catch my breath, help me to see what I'm most thankful for. It's easy to over look all the great things we have when times are tuff. I have been blessed with 4 beautiful, happy, healthy daughters, have tremendous family support, live in a free country and 11 years ago I married the man of my dreams. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;March 7, 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315110084512184994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/ScMQdhFx-qI/AAAAAAAAAt0/DpviFcHm6as/s320/DSCN0950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315110851362186066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/ScMRKJ1EY1I/AAAAAAAAAt8/Cy3xfAFcN88/s200/DSCN0966.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are so many things I would love to tell that young couple. For starters, don't blink, the years really fly by! Oh and being in your 30s is not as old as you think. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm looking forward to the next 50 :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-1911129160767157442?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/1911129160767157442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=1911129160767157442' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/1911129160767157442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/1911129160767157442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2009/03/ops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Ops I did it again.....'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/ScMQdhFx-qI/AAAAAAAAAt0/DpviFcHm6as/s72-c/DSCN0950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-5973443333524811121</id><published>2009-02-24T01:19:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T02:12:07.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend, Rob took the big girls to play with Cookie's new brothers and sister. Cookie is our 1 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shih&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tzu&lt;/span&gt;. Her parents have a new litter and since the puppies are all being adopted next week they wanted to get some puppy love. Emerson and I stayed home for a much needed nap and took care of the other cookies taking up our time. Girl scout cookies. I now know the real reason they only sell them once a year! : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306250615705682610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SaOW0j5VwrI/AAAAAAAAAtM/YW6aQ4UQuGY/s400/DSCN0857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A little pile of sweetness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306249918413211666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SaOWL-R3CBI/AAAAAAAAAs8/MlEGkw54a3w/s400/DSCN0861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Connor loved having this little one sleep on her lap. Thank goodness they're all spoken for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306249594323854962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SaOV5G875nI/AAAAAAAAAss/1jyGuswadMM/s400/DSCN0845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Olivia with her two favorites. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306250444690201074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SaOWqm0EmfI/AAAAAAAAAtE/fFbnXu5W9H0/s400/DSCN0847-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was hard to get these away from Landon. Look at those sweet faces. All 3 :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306250726772073282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SaOW7BpoY0I/AAAAAAAAAtU/hf9zltbxy54/s400/DSCN0851.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cookie (on the right) and her mommy enjoying the sunshine. The girls said they mostly stayed together . How sweet. I'm just shocked that she sat still long enough for Rob to get that shot. I'm convinced she's a lab trapped in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shih&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tzu&lt;/span&gt; body. The only time she's still at home is when she's sleeping!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-5973443333524811121?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/5973443333524811121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=5973443333524811121' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/5973443333524811121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/5973443333524811121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2009/02/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SaOW0j5VwrI/AAAAAAAAAtM/YW6aQ4UQuGY/s72-c/DSCN0857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-5054231763882733965</id><published>2009-02-04T22:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:34:54.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday night's homework was to write about and draw a hero. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SYplAivIg9I/AAAAAAAAAsA/lYx6s3cJMI4/s1600-h/DSCN0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299158971553711058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SYplAivIg9I/AAAAAAAAAsA/lYx6s3cJMI4/s400/DSCN0811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I smiled when Olivia handed me her notebook to check her work and said, "I'm done...that was so easy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the little things that catch you off guard and put things into perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is a hero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And boy did he answer my prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stayed up way too late looking at a million photographs on iheartfaces. I'm so out of control :) With our Mr. Sunshine (aka daddy) out of town, I knew it would a rough Wed morning. I drifted off to sleep, praying for a pause button so I could catch up on my sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well...brace yourself...we got a no-snow-snow-day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, I did not have to wake and dress 3 sleepy ladies for school. We all slept until 9:45. To make it even sweeter, Connor came into the kitchen and saw the 1/16 of an inch of snow,she turned and squealed, "yeah, God gave us snow again!" When I asked her to repeat what she said, (this mommy tries not to talk in the morning) she giggled and said, "God gave us more snow...just like I asked for in my prayers." Too sweet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and the snow was all gone before lunch. I spent the rest of the day making Valentine crafts with my loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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/6819898708190301794-5054231763882733965?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/5054231763882733965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=5054231763882733965' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/5054231763882733965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/5054231763882733965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonderful-wednesday.html' title='Wonderful Wednesday!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SYplAivIg9I/AAAAAAAAAsA/lYx6s3cJMI4/s72-c/DSCN0811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-3326394090071379883</id><published>2009-02-02T12:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:36:35.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Contest:"The Eyes Have It"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love this picture of baby Emerson. I think it makes her eyes look beautiful. Wish I had those lashes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SYctTdGv2qI/AAAAAAAAAd4/HSqH8iJ7DZ8/s1600-h/emerson.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298253298878372514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SYctTdGv2qI/AAAAAAAAAd4/HSqH8iJ7DZ8/s320/emerson.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.livinglocurto.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/smallbutton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a great blog I just found. Check it out!!!I love taking pictures and and looking at all the great pictures other people take. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-3326394090071379883?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/3326394090071379883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=3326394090071379883' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3326394090071379883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3326394090071379883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2009/02/photo-contest.html' title='Photo Contest:&quot;The Eyes Have It&quot;'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SYctTdGv2qI/AAAAAAAAAd4/HSqH8iJ7DZ8/s72-c/emerson.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-499068170386931073</id><published>2009-01-30T13:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:21:45.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitch a Tent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is as close to camping as we get! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well with S'mores, haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Emerson loves to play in these tiny tents that my sister gave the girls. They are small enough to fit American Girl dolls. It's so funny to see her and Cookie in their tents side by side.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297162671794765058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SYNNYmnJPQI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jdCpKgb93v4/s400/DSCN0648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eme is always eating something! Cookie wants to know, "where's my treat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SYNNruiG7bI/AAAAAAAAAdc/9VU1O5gHOeU/s1600-h/DSCN0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297163000338640306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SYNNruiG7bI/AAAAAAAAAdc/9VU1O5gHOeU/s400/DSCN0652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; When I asked to join the club she promptly told me," No, Mam-Sir, maybe later." LOL She studies at the-universal-use-of-manners-school. It saves time trying to decide if Mam or Sir fits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297167583906229794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SYNR2hpx7iI/AAAAAAAAAds/ezLlczqeD34/s400/DSCN0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-499068170386931073?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/499068170386931073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=499068170386931073' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/499068170386931073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/499068170386931073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-as-close-to-camping-as-we-get.html' title='Pitch a Tent'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SYNNYmnJPQI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jdCpKgb93v4/s72-c/DSCN0648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-8180640628947757609</id><published>2009-01-28T17:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:26:04.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SYDbRxqNprI/AAAAAAAAAdM/56xSxwk92EU/s1600-h/P1010353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296474260222355122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SYDbRxqNprI/AAAAAAAAAdM/56xSxwk92EU/s400/P1010353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-8180640628947757609?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/8180640628947757609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=8180640628947757609' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8180640628947757609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8180640628947757609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2009/01/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SYDbRxqNprI/AAAAAAAAAdM/56xSxwk92EU/s72-c/P1010353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-3431212136538908584</id><published>2009-01-27T23:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:24:55.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One little monkey jumping on the bed.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emerson is a hand full!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that she is in a big girl bed she roams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, she is standing on the "bonka-bed" trying to wake up her sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She should be scared, but no, she's just proud that she made it. She said, "Hi, mommy...I'm climbing." She is giving me grey hair. No kidding. REAL grey hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SX_ZhaEttZI/AAAAAAAAAdE/8eiYc7zgOPM/s1600-h/christmas2008-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296190854768997778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SX_ZhaEttZI/AAAAAAAAAdE/8eiYc7zgOPM/s320/christmas2008-29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speaking of hair, I was going to post about her sweet new hair cut, but Rob has my camera in Auburn. No husband 4 days a week is bad enough, but now no camera...I might go mad. Only 3 more days until he comes home. I'm counting down the days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-3431212136538908584?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/3431212136538908584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=3431212136538908584' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3431212136538908584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3431212136538908584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-little-monkey-jumping-on-bed.html' title='One little monkey jumping on the bed.....'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SX_ZhaEttZI/AAAAAAAAAdE/8eiYc7zgOPM/s72-c/christmas2008-29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-8270526854932341447</id><published>2009-01-20T22:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:15:35.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SCORE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We got a TON of snow.  I'm going to say 4 inches maybe 5. Hey, it's the south.  Last year we only got a glorified sleet day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;According to the girls, how the miracle came to be is still up for review.  Olivia and Connor think they brought the snow by wearing their pajamas inside out, but Landon thinks flushing ice cubes and a putting a wooden spoon under her pillow did the trick.  And yes, we started the day with a heated discussion of who really made it snow.  The fights all end the same...a tie between baby Jesus and God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a wonderful snow day!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/6819898708190301794-8270526854932341447?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/8270526854932341447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=8270526854932341447' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8270526854932341447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8270526854932341447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2009/01/score.html' title='SCORE!!!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-6822803427383321354</id><published>2009-01-19T16:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:07:36.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow, Let it snow , Let it snow....PLEASE</title><content type='html'>The local weather man is calling for SNOW. Which means we aren't getting any, but it's still exciting to hear. My girls heard that flushing ice cubes is sure to bring snow, so we are giving it a shot. Soon we will be all out of ice I really LOVE snow days. A snow day after a National Holiday would be even sweeter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-6822803427383321354?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/6822803427383321354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=6822803427383321354' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6822803427383321354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6822803427383321354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it.html' title='Let it snow, Let it snow , Let it snow....PLEASE'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-8112217560711548121</id><published>2009-01-15T15:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:11:08.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies and Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SW-ggiRFfjI/AAAAAAAAAbc/8kQGx_jFru4/s1600-h/GS+cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291624567998348850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SW-ggiRFfjI/AAAAAAAAAbc/8kQGx_jFru4/s320/GS+cookie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Landon is selling Girl Scout Cookies and she's thrilled!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never let her join a troop until this year. According to her, she wasn't allowed to be a girl scout because, "she has too many sisters for her mom to get out of the car in order to walk me into the meetings." She makes a valid point. Unloading and reloading 4 kids more than twice a day does make me cranky. (Well, unless Target's having a sale.) The truth is there was just NO WAY I would have ever let her go to sleep away camp until this year. Going to camp is a big part of scouts and I knew she would want to go and I would be a mess. I think I might be able to let her go this summer. Key word being, might. However, being a chaperone could be part of the plan. Funny I know, but I'm not kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Support your local girl scouts and buy some yummy cookies!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the only Santa that Emerson would have anything to do with this year!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SW-fwU_Z-PI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pfiE9a1Ohvk/s1600-h/christmas2008-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291623739800811762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SW-fwU_Z-PI/AAAAAAAAAbU/pfiE9a1Ohvk/s320/christmas2008-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-8112217560711548121?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/8112217560711548121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=8112217560711548121' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8112217560711548121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8112217560711548121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2009/01/cookies-and-santa_15.html' title='Cookies and Santa'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SW-ggiRFfjI/AAAAAAAAAbc/8kQGx_jFru4/s72-c/GS+cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-6425191424548456666</id><published>2009-01-14T10:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:51:42.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been busy trying to convince Emerson to use this:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SW4F0KmGASI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ifSEQ6BwG50/s1600-h/potty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291173005962379554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SW4F0KmGASI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ifSEQ6BwG50/s200/potty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She does not want to potty in "her" potty. She just likes to sit in on it and read. Good thing it folds down to be a step stool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not a total loss.  She is doing OK on the real potty. Hey, it's one less thing I have to clean :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-6425191424548456666?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/6425191424548456666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=6425191424548456666' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6425191424548456666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6425191424548456666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SW4F0KmGASI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ifSEQ6BwG50/s72-c/potty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-1758987826237437327</id><published>2009-01-08T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:00:00.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Aboard!</title><content type='html'>My older girls were all potty trained way before their 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Emerson was 2 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oops!&lt;/span&gt; I was stalling hoping to keep her in a baby bed until after Christmas, but gave in over the break. She is sleeping in a big bed and doing great! The big girls are now really looking forward to teaching Emerson to potty like a big girl. Santa gave her the cutest little pink princess potty and Connor said, "wow mommy now we can put her on the potty train!" They even made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; sounds when they told Emerson she was getting on the potty train. Too funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the fun begins. Having to remember to ask and run to the potty 5 million times a day and no less than 2 visits to the potty in every store and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. The first visit is to check out the soap situation and the second to actually use the potty since they were too distracted the first time. I carry what I refer to as the potty bag. It holds, antibacterial wipes and spray, hand sanitizer, a portable potty, plastic bags, paper towels, and a complete change of clothes including socks and shoes. Everything one would need to disinfect the nasty public potty for use and then to clean the potty seat afterward. Oh, I can't wait! Maybe next week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-1758987826237437327?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/1758987826237437327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=1758987826237437327' title='49 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/1758987826237437327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/1758987826237437327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-aboard.html' title='All Aboard!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>49</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-4462909899955695514</id><published>2009-01-06T01:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T02:07:57.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Already!</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful holiday break. It was nice to see family and friends. We were very busy, but blessed. We did a lot of traveling and even more eating. Yummy for my tummy, but not very kind to my behind! I took a break from the blog and the treadmill. At least catching up on missed blogs will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;It was sad to see the girls walk into school today, but I'm not going to lie, I was excited to get home and play Landon's Super Mario Bros...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uninterrupted&lt;/span&gt;! No girls or husband to share with. I felt 9 again. I loved to rush home from school and play the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nintendo&lt;/span&gt; with my sisters! Rob and I have been playing the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt; games when the girls go to sleep. My hand even hurts a little. No shame!&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it's back to juggling our busy schedules. Rob will be back to traveling for work and I will become the slave to laundry, lunches and homework. What I'm going to miss most is hearing the girls giggle and whisper while looking at Christmas lights . I just love the lights! Next to getting Christmas cards it's the highlight of my day during December. I'm looking forward to what 2009 brings! Happy New year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-4462909899955695514?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/4462909899955695514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=4462909899955695514' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/4462909899955695514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/4462909899955695514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-already.html' title='2009 Already!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-2996489270764926291</id><published>2008-12-25T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:00:00.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SUsaheYwO_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/v0KaQ1u0hh4/s1600-h/landon%27s.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281344150416931826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SUsaheYwO_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/v0KaQ1u0hh4/s400/landon%27s.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-2996489270764926291?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/2996489270764926291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=2996489270764926291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/2996489270764926291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/2996489270764926291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SUsaheYwO_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/v0KaQ1u0hh4/s72-c/landon%27s.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-8698481201512058791</id><published>2008-12-17T01:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:47:48.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SUighFy-64I/AAAAAAAAAZE/Seibpq3_ghU/s1600-h/snowey+storm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280647053444049794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SUighFy-64I/AAAAAAAAAZE/Seibpq3_ghU/s400/snowey+storm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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/6819898708190301794-8698481201512058791?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/8698481201512058791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=8698481201512058791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8698481201512058791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8698481201512058791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/12/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SUighFy-64I/AAAAAAAAAZE/Seibpq3_ghU/s72-c/snowey+storm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-8192503859190780270</id><published>2008-12-15T13:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:41:02.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack Blogger Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess I'm not really back. My girls are taking turns getting sick. If they all got sick at the same time who would feel special?! Even Daddy's sick. There aren't enough hours in the day to care for a sick man and still blog. He actually created my Christmas Elf show, since my computer is trying to die. I seem to have too many cookies and not Java. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks, Honey. Hope you feel better!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-8192503859190780270?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/8192503859190780270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=8192503859190780270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8192503859190780270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8192503859190780270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/12/slack-blogger-award.html' title='Slack Blogger Award'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-445376354362517675</id><published>2008-12-15T13:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:17:46.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Elves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A680319' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=fswSUMDAwQAdtdWS&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=fswSUMDAwQAdtdWS&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=fswSUMDAwQAdtdWS&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=ElfYourself'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Send your own &lt;a href='http://www.elfyourself.com'&gt;ElfYourself&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyOTM2NDUzMzEyNSZwdD*xMjI5MzY*Njg*OTA2JnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAyNjcwJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz1lNDk2MmFkOWRlNmY*OTkwYjI1YzJiMGNiZjZmZjY1MQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-445376354362517675?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/445376354362517675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=445376354362517675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/445376354362517675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/445376354362517675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-christmas-elves.html' title='My Christmas Elves!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-4533544290386544786</id><published>2008-12-04T01:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:05:38.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend. We spent Thanksgiving Day in town with my family and then headed to VA to spend the rest of the weekend with the in laws. It was Delicious to say the least. I ate way more than I should. (Or any grown man should for that matter.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girls spend many hours working on these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275815112246420850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/STd15GIV5XI/AAAAAAAAAYs/tkXscpa1VSM/s400/DSCN0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Olivia made the pink one. Landon made the multi-colored one. Connor wanted traditional Christmas colors of red and green. I added the pom-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pons&lt;/span&gt;. They had a blast. Guess what they want to make everyone for Christmas? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* Thanks for all the comments about my talented girls. They have many wonderful talents, but patience to sit and knit isn't one of them. They used a Singer Knitting Machine. It's a toy for ages 8 and up. Very simple to use, but by no means produces a perfect finished product. Great for kids projects. I'd wear a scarf made by my girls, imperfections and all. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276043516732510882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SThFn_JYEqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/XWznqNMSNxk/s200/singer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-4533544290386544786?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/4533544290386544786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=4533544290386544786' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/4533544290386544786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/4533544290386544786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/STd15GIV5XI/AAAAAAAAAYs/tkXscpa1VSM/s72-c/DSCN0602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-7210673887725945972</id><published>2008-11-23T01:31:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:17:13.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutu Sweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I made my sweet 2year old this adorable tutu for her birthday. She loved it. When she saw herself in the mirror she twirled around. It was precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSj67-gX5qI/AAAAAAAAAXc/rdKEMRMR4vE/s1600-h/DSCN0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271739272135173794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSj67-gX5qI/AAAAAAAAAXc/rdKEMRMR4vE/s400/DSCN0532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; We will be celebrating with extended family over Thanksgiving, but still wanted to do something on her actual birthday. The big girls decorated mini bunt cakes and I made Emerson a giant cupcake and even put a tutu on it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She looked so proud sitting on the table with her cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSj6rZlupXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2UIUfr2Oe3U/s1600-h/DSCN0541.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271738987347617138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSj6rZlupXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/2UIUfr2Oe3U/s400/DSCN0541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Blowing out the candles was her favorite part. Daddy re lit them no less than 10 times. She was surprised every time she blew them out. She cheered, clapped and said "one more, Daddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSj6acpZgOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/1oAH9jSrTq8/s1600-h/DSCN0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271738696110538978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSj6acpZgOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/1oAH9jSrTq8/s400/DSCN0548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would smile a huge grin and say "I did it!" "Do again, peeease."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSj6HHnlwTI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-TfJz4fMUtk/s1600-h/DSCN0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271738364048294194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSj6HHnlwTI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-TfJz4fMUtk/s400/DSCN0556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; She really enjoyed eating it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271744969435840370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSkAHmms_3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/WwYvHgqGxo8/s400/DSCN0568.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Especially, once the tutu came off and she was in her highchair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271744242167705746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSj_dRUd8JI/AAAAAAAAAXk/xO55G9q1spc/s400/DSCN0584.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Her new favorite word is cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSj5fKi90xI/AAAAAAAAAW8/pqQo8WMa4Sk/s1600-h/collage-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271737677639439122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSj5fKi90xI/AAAAAAAAAW8/pqQo8WMa4Sk/s400/collage-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-7210673887725945972?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/7210673887725945972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=7210673887725945972' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/7210673887725945972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/7210673887725945972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/11/tutu-sweet.html' title='Tutu Sweet!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSj67-gX5qI/AAAAAAAAAXc/rdKEMRMR4vE/s72-c/DSCN0532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-4637907715938405260</id><published>2008-11-21T12:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:59:17.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Emerson!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSbs6m8XuCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/33Zdx_YwRaQ/s1600-h/P1010054.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271160905514072098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSbs6m8XuCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/33Zdx_YwRaQ/s320/P1010054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Today our baby daughter is turning 2. It's hard to imagine we ever spent a day without her, yet it seems like only yesterday we were debating names while waiting for her to be born. Emerson is quite the handful and is always getting into everything. She definitely keeps us on our toes! We are so thankful for her abundant smiles and the adorable way she places her hands on her daddy's cheeks when she gives him a kiss. It melts our hearts to hear the sweet sound of her voice as she sings to her dolls and giggles with her sisters. She is truly a blessing. We love you, doodlebug! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-4637907715938405260?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/4637907715938405260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=4637907715938405260' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/4637907715938405260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/4637907715938405260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/11/shes-2.html' title='She&apos;s 2!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSbs6m8XuCI/AAAAAAAAAW0/33Zdx_YwRaQ/s72-c/P1010054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-72677911621105161</id><published>2008-11-19T10:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:46:38.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSQxLiHI9iI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xQ9h0VeUt54/s1600-h/P1010398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270391538135397922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSQxLiHI9iI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xQ9h0VeUt54/s400/P1010398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-72677911621105161?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/72677911621105161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=72677911621105161' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/72677911621105161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/72677911621105161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/11/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSQxLiHI9iI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xQ9h0VeUt54/s72-c/P1010398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-7406733635719620120</id><published>2008-11-18T07:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:45:00.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;While reading a bedtime story, my 8 year old daughter leaned over and gently patted my hand and asked me, "Mama, one day will my face be in agony, too?" I was puzzled and said, "I guess if you're upset about something." She smiled a confused little smile and replied, "Oh, I thought you just got agony when you become a teenager." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, friends she was actually referring to the gigantic zit on my chin. While I'm thankful to have had clear glowing teenage skin, I do feel cheated to now be dealing with pimples in my 30s. So, in answer to Landon's question, I stopped laughing and simply replied, "when your face gets bumps on it its called Acne, but I assure you it's agony as well!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am actually feeling 16 again. Twilight comes out on Friday and I confess I'm a little more excited than I would want to admit. The book was very entertaining and I can't wait to see if the big screen portrays Bella and Edward the way I've imagined. I'm sure to be surrounded by 14 year olds with "agony" and will fit in perfectly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-7406733635719620120?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/7406733635719620120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=7406733635719620120' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/7406733635719620120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/7406733635719620120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/11/agony.html' title='Agony'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-5949324143092658246</id><published>2008-11-17T13:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:36:27.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emerson Montgomery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSG4jMD0qPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/kfQHHc_Yqg4/s1600-h/emerson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269695953672382706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSG4jMD0qPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/kfQHHc_Yqg4/s320/emerson.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; This sweet little angel is turning 2 on Friday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was only 6 months in this picture, but it feels like yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-5949324143092658246?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/5949324143092658246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=5949324143092658246' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/5949324143092658246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/5949324143092658246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/11/emerson-montgomery.html' title='Emerson Montgomery'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SSG4jMD0qPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/kfQHHc_Yqg4/s72-c/emerson.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-1632854580463414547</id><published>2008-11-06T23:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:23:24.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe an indoor wedding is a good idea....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheryl, my sister-in-law, is looking for the perfect wedding location.Outdoors is one thing, but it's safe to say, marking water off the list might be a no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after seeing how well it turned out for this bride. I saw this on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tickledpinkandgreen.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tickled Pink and Green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;and I'm still laughing. I feel so bad for her, yet still I laugh. Since I'm almost 11 years past the will-OUR-day-be-perfect-fear it's safe to laugh. (and it helps it was more than perfect!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T8dUNTO5xd8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T8dUNTO5xd8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-1632854580463414547?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/1632854580463414547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=1632854580463414547' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/1632854580463414547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/1632854580463414547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheryl-maybe-indoor-wedding-is-good.html' title='Maybe an indoor wedding is a good idea....'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-1578740066098432922</id><published>2008-11-02T23:17:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:32:08.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy, candy and more candy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;This is what we did with our candy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;We had SO much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQ5-TJN3ITI/AAAAAAAAAWM/aPvvnLwUvsY/s1600-h/DSCN0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264283881799360818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQ5-TJN3ITI/AAAAAAAAAWM/aPvvnLwUvsY/s320/DSCN0436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt; The front with a cute green walkway. Landon even carved faces on the candy pumpkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Olivia gave the back pizzaz with a purple, orange, green M&amp;amp;M pattern. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQ5-Cp8zuFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/b7GXEG68L5M/s1600-h/DSCN0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264283598528428114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQ5-Cp8zuFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/b7GXEG68L5M/s320/DSCN0439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor was in charge of roof design and the pumpkin patches contained in adorable candy corn picket fences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQ59yDUrg_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/CvqQ3gpkb6Q/s1600-h/DSCN0437.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264283313281663986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQ59yDUrg_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/CvqQ3gpkb6Q/s320/DSCN0437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon added more details then I ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQ59gVcdh8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/4fHI3AD3L0o/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264283008908494786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQ59gVcdh8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/4fHI3AD3L0o/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt; Notice the bat and spider web.....She is so creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4 sweet girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQ59Yh1oSXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/jPaV5g1viFE/s1600-h/DSCN0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264282874796329330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQ59Yh1oSXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/jPaV5g1viFE/s320/DSCN0454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt; I asked them to smile and don't touch! 3 out of 4...not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking turns pretending to get a bite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQ59HSmVDJI/AAAAAAAAAVk/SjWoK619weI/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264282578647846034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQ59HSmVDJI/AAAAAAAAAVk/SjWoK619weI/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;After dinner they ate all they wanted and then Emerson knocked the platter off the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Yes, it broke :( At least it had a great finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new favorite Pumpkin. Such a cute little polka dot lady. It is georgous (the photo does not do it any justice). It was easy to make (drill various sized holes) and is sparkley and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQ58_dDxbuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/1JOff4vrkiM/s1600-h/DSCN0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264282444016742114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQ58_dDxbuI/AAAAAAAAAVc/1JOff4vrkiM/s400/DSCN0484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-1578740066098432922?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/1578740066098432922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=1578740066098432922' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/1578740066098432922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/1578740066098432922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/11/candy-candy-and-more-candy.html' title='Candy, candy and more candy!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQ5-TJN3ITI/AAAAAAAAAWM/aPvvnLwUvsY/s72-c/DSCN0436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-34907039326670746</id><published>2008-11-01T12:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:39:07.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloweeen!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Emerson made a sweet Auburn Cheerleader. GO AUBURN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQyAgBYmA9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/lP76w68gDEQ/s1600-h/DSCN0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263723352105026514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQyAgBYmA9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/lP76w68gDEQ/s320/DSCN0418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Yes, she ran all over the neighborhood saying, " more tick-teet." Even today she told the key man at Home Depot tick-teet and held out her hand. Two weekends in a row of dressing up and getting candy really made an impression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Connor was half angel-half devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQx_xtaWebI/AAAAAAAAAU0/5UCsksE540s/s1600-h/DSCN0414.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263722556469705138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQx_xtaWebI/AAAAAAAAAU0/5UCsksE540s/s320/DSCN0414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Very fitting...90%sweet &amp;amp; 10% mischievous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olivia as a cute fall witch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQx_hlBhitI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_PgOZEO0HC0/s1600-h/DSCN0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263722279340182226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQx_hlBhitI/AAAAAAAAAUs/_PgOZEO0HC0/s320/DSCN0416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; She was going to dress as a 50s sock hop girl but changed her mind when she realized the "poodle in a skirt" was not a real puppy to carry around with her.&lt;br /&gt;It explaines why she was so excited I said she could "keep" her costume after halloween. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263726548481101554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQyDaE0CTvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/u5HQ0cb6wws/s200/2904024576_73cabbae6c_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Landon was a Pumpkin fairy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQx_OEyjr7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/E5T5SDDil9w/s1600-h/DSCN0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263721944269959090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQx_OEyjr7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/E5T5SDDil9w/s320/DSCN0412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I was very proud of the way her pumpkin hair turned out. She was just adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-34907039326670746?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/34907039326670746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=34907039326670746' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/34907039326670746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/34907039326670746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloweeen.html' title='Happy Halloweeen!!!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQyAgBYmA9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/lP76w68gDEQ/s72-c/DSCN0418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-6525970387263674535</id><published>2008-10-29T14:24:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:46:51.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Saturday we had a birthday party for Olivia with all of her cousins. They dressed up, we had cake, opened gifts and we went to a fall festival in town. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQi0CxHT-SI/AAAAAAAAAUc/eaTyXXdcb9Y/s1600-h/DSCN0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262654124219169058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQi0CxHT-SI/AAAAAAAAAUc/eaTyXXdcb9Y/s320/DSCN0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olivia dressed like a lady bug.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQizsvKhqGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Rjkd_BChocI/s1600-h/DSCN0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262653745738655842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQizsvKhqGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Rjkd_BChocI/s320/DSCN0339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Blowing out her candles and wishing for lip gloss and office supplies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQizbr6bQ5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/2Mxj4jlaP2Y/s1600-h/DSCN0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262653452808045458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQizbr6bQ5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/2Mxj4jlaP2Y/s320/DSCN0343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our adorable 7 year old &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQiy9_LJBdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/44-d5f-4kXs/s1600-h/DSCN0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262652942582351314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQiy9_LJBdI/AAAAAAAAAUE/44-d5f-4kXs/s320/DSCN0358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Cute cousins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQiyf4MiU_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/7biSf6cc-kY/s1600-h/DSCN0355.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262652425313080306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQiyf4MiU_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/7biSf6cc-kY/s320/DSCN0355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Face painting, hay rides and fun games.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQiwG4rjtvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ba0LZURhhg0/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262649796923209458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQiwG4rjtvI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ba0LZURhhg0/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The weather was beautiful and we had a great time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the low part of the day. I never thought a Jack in the box could top my clown fear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQiu7rhauoI/AAAAAAAAATs/ma2ZcrWGE1I/s1600-h/DSCN0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262648504900827778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQiu7rhauoI/AAAAAAAAATs/ma2ZcrWGE1I/s320/DSCN0396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; My girls didn't think it was scary (at all) and even gathered around when I snapped the photo. I stayed way back and zoomed...No way I was getting too close. Hello, I got chills even loading the photo on the computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-6525970387263674535?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/6525970387263674535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=6525970387263674535' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6525970387263674535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6525970387263674535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQi0CxHT-SI/AAAAAAAAAUc/eaTyXXdcb9Y/s72-c/DSCN0335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-431533433936314745</id><published>2008-10-26T13:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:57:01.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10-26-01</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olivia Ryan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQS4-J6SA7I/AAAAAAAAATg/PXQlvveS7C4/s1600-h/DSCN0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261533642627351474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQS4-J6SA7I/AAAAAAAAATg/PXQlvveS7C4/s320/DSCN0399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; October 26, 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today our sweet Olivia turns 7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;7 things we love about Livie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Her sweet cheeks. The kind you just have to kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Her big heart. She loves to make others happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Her laugh. The way she always giggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Her cuddles. Asking for mommy/daddy time to snuggle and read a million books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Her new toothless grin. She was so proud she lost both top teeth and how she hid her tooth and said she did not need money just fairy dust and the tooth fairy's real name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Her big brown eyes. At least 1 got my dominant gene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her hugs and kisses. She always needs just one more.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Olivia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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/6819898708190301794-431533433936314745?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/431533433936314745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=431533433936314745' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/431533433936314745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/431533433936314745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-26-01.html' title='10-26-01'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQS4-J6SA7I/AAAAAAAAATg/PXQlvveS7C4/s72-c/DSCN0399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-6838901237301327902</id><published>2008-10-24T09:57:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:32:50.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Picking Pumpkins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last weekend we went to the pumpkin patch to pick pumpkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Not actually "picking"  just picking out of a pile.  Everyone gets to choose a small pumpkin to take home after they go on a hay hide to the barn and feed animals.  They scatter the small pumpkins out in one area to make it easier to "pick".  As soon as Emerson saw them she shouted,"KICK BALL" and took off running. She was so excited.  She was a little Beckham out there. In her defense they were the perfect size. Sorry if you were there after us and got a bruised pumpkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHaOg34KPI/AAAAAAAAATY/hqmrKntnV9I/s1600-h/DSCN0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260725782622775538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHaOg34KPI/AAAAAAAAATY/hqmrKntnV9I/s320/DSCN0301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was very overcast and got quite chilly, notice the sweaters. No sunshine for miles. No idea why they are squinting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHXB_E5lxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/_MRZjgUv8xU/s1600-h/DSCN0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260722268857276178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHXB_E5lxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/_MRZjgUv8xU/s320/DSCN0260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Emerson finally played nice and is resting with her pumpkin and big sister Connor.  We searched the pumpkin piles for a Spookley, but none were found.  For those that don't know the childs book, Spookley the Square Pumpkin, you should check it out.  It's a really cute book with a great message about a cute square pumpkin that saves the patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHWxqyes_I/AAAAAAAAATI/0pm_2VPjeHQ/s1600-h/DSCN0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260721988533400562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHWxqyes_I/AAAAAAAAATI/0pm_2VPjeHQ/s320/DSCN0256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will put anything in her mouth. Yum....indian corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHWf07Z7FI/AAAAAAAAATA/Jd_oIPKY7oc/s1600-h/DSCN0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260721682017545298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHWf07Z7FI/AAAAAAAAATA/Jd_oIPKY7oc/s320/DSCN0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Harrison (cousin) and Olivia on the hay ride. They can't wait to feed the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHWPctFiZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/0RPgn87TMuE/s1600-h/DSCN0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260721400637131154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHWPctFiZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/0RPgn87TMuE/s320/DSCN0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Landon on the tractor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHV7grLdTI/AAAAAAAAASw/UqryjC6y2Hw/s1600-h/DSCN0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260721058105488690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHV7grLdTI/AAAAAAAAASw/UqryjC6y2Hw/s320/DSCN0292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if she's concerned they are in &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt; or she is left out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHVq4NF9PI/AAAAAAAAASo/yfeXCN23e7s/s1600-h/DSCN0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260720772363973874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHVq4NF9PI/AAAAAAAAASo/yfeXCN23e7s/s320/DSCN0284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; The girls feeding sheep. Thank goodness for hand sanitizer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHVep_g8VI/AAAAAAAAASg/RRGFUArNFu0/s1600-h/DSCN0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260720562390495570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHVep_g8VI/AAAAAAAAASg/RRGFUArNFu0/s320/DSCN0288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; Harrison as pumpkin-man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHVIpIbziI/AAAAAAAAASY/5Cd3ynZ9Lvw/s1600-h/DSCN0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260720184202350114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHVIpIbziI/AAAAAAAAASY/5Cd3ynZ9Lvw/s200/DSCN0299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins (minus 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHU0jz2u9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/QyUnW1UAe3o/s1600-h/DSCN0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260719839176473554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHU0jz2u9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/QyUnW1UAe3o/s320/DSCN0295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHUoPKjE7I/AAAAAAAAASI/CVzXWkUOoF0/s1600-h/DSCN0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260719627476079538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHUoPKjE7I/AAAAAAAAASI/CVzXWkUOoF0/s320/DSCN0264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Harrison, Eme, Landon, Chandler, Livie and Connor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-6838901237301327902?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/6838901237301327902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=6838901237301327902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6838901237301327902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6838901237301327902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SQHaOg34KPI/AAAAAAAAATY/hqmrKntnV9I/s72-c/DSCN0301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-7955086119185825330</id><published>2008-10-21T10:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:18:32.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was bed time and the girls were all getting ready for bed. Emerson decided she would sleep in Cookie's kennel. She squealed "Night-night" and ran off to claim her spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SP3tpwoyDgI/AAAAAAAAASA/jT8Iagjt0yY/s1600-h/DSCN0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259621241524981250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SP3tpwoyDgI/AAAAAAAAASA/jT8Iagjt0yY/s320/DSCN0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; She held the door shut, so her sisters could not get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SP3tZXcZskI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mPm-3SPFNZU/s1600-h/DSCN0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259620959884259906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SP3tZXcZskI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mPm-3SPFNZU/s320/DSCN0309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; She would fling the door open and just laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SP3tG8kfWSI/AAAAAAAAARw/a4Zu6H9GHpQ/s1600-h/DSCN0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259620643432782114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SP3tG8kfWSI/AAAAAAAAARw/a4Zu6H9GHpQ/s320/DSCN0305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Rob and the girls could not get her out without her kicking and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SP3s0F5iDdI/AAAAAAAAARo/2ZLX4Qge_0M/s1600-h/DSCN0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259620319519444434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SP3s0F5iDdI/AAAAAAAAARo/2ZLX4Qge_0M/s320/DSCN0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; They would pull her out and she would crawl right back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SP3sc7bfm7I/AAAAAAAAARg/eEgX0COVVRY/s1600-h/DSCN0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259619921572109234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SP3sc7bfm7I/AAAAAAAAARg/eEgX0COVVRY/s320/DSCN0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We finally got her to come out by offering her a second teeth brushing session. Yes, my girls might be the only kids that actually beg to brush their teeth. I will tell them if they don't hurry and get on their PJ's they will run out of time and won't GET to brush their teeth. Out of fear of "the sugar bugs" they move quickly. Hopefully, it will last forever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-7955086119185825330?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/7955086119185825330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=7955086119185825330' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/7955086119185825330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/7955086119185825330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/10/silly-girl.html' title='Silly Girl!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SP3tpwoyDgI/AAAAAAAAASA/jT8Iagjt0yY/s72-c/DSCN0311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-3624453150208796692</id><published>2008-10-20T10:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:09:54.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Panthers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259252517476532098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPyeTMhEf4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/KUD0WOziEuI/s320/DSCN0324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a great Day! My sister came over after church to watch the girls so Rob and I could get out for some much needed adult time. It's always fun to go to the game, tailgate, hang out with friends and watch the Panthers. Even better when they win! The weather was perfect. Cool Fall jacket weather. Thanks Aunt Aly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Panthers 30- Saints 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-3624453150208796692?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/3624453150208796692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=3624453150208796692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3624453150208796692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3624453150208796692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-panthers.html' title='Go Panthers!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPyeTMhEf4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/KUD0WOziEuI/s72-c/DSCN0324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-6759423688867345215</id><published>2008-10-16T20:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:58:00.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe</title><content type='html'>Hello...might be nice if I gave the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed it exactly because that's just what I do (I blame it on my chemistry background). Next time I might step out of the box and use spinach in the ricotta filling instead of parsley. It was delicious the way it is, I just love spinach. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black Bean Lasagna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No boil Lasagna noodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 cups reduced fat Monterey Jack cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sauce:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 med onion, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 clove of garlic, chopped (I used minced from a jar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 cup water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 cans(15 oz) black beans, drained and rinsed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 can(14.5 oz) whole tomatoes, with juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 cans(6 oz) tomato paste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saute onions and garlic until tender. Add water, tomatoes (break up with spoon),tomato paste and beans. Simmer uncovered for 15 mins stirring occasionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Filling:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 container(15 oz) fat free Ricotta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1/2 cup reduced fat Parmesan cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1/2 cup egg product or 4 egg whites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1/4 cup fresh parsley, chopped (optional, I did use it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mix well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heat oven to 350&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Layer noodles, 1/3 of sauce, 1/3 of ricotta mixture, 1/3 of Monterey Jack cheese in 9x13 baking dish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bake 30-35 min. Let stand 15 before serving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-6759423688867345215?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/6759423688867345215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=6759423688867345215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6759423688867345215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6759423688867345215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/10/recipe.html' title='Recipe'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-6745967162731164127</id><published>2008-10-16T10:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:46:54.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's for Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Black Bean Lasagna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPdNA8_Qu4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PprGC_HGXMM/s1600-h/lasagna004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257755768745147266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPdNA8_Qu4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PprGC_HGXMM/s320/lasagna004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;So yummy and so easy! Don't be fooled by the number of ingredients. My sister's friend, Laura gave me the recipe and I tried it out last night. Big hit! Will definitely make it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPdMsd_hlRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LPLhSHFVQW0/s1600-h/lasagna001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257755416827368722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPdMsd_hlRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LPLhSHFVQW0/s320/lasagna001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It tasted great and is low fat and full of protein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-6745967162731164127?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/6745967162731164127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=6745967162731164127' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6745967162731164127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6745967162731164127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s for Dinner'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPdNA8_Qu4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PprGC_HGXMM/s72-c/lasagna004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-1489825399157138873</id><published>2008-10-14T23:42:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:17:55.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I do love pumpkins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPVp8rgovXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pDIW43Y0nQA/s1600-h/DSCN0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257224631217601906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPVp8rgovXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pDIW43Y0nQA/s320/DSCN0241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love this one because my daughter Landon painted it in Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPVpSmxyU-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/WGN_Lzhu7e0/s1600-h/pumpkin_latte_nutrition.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257223908392850402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPVpSmxyU-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/WGN_Lzhu7e0/s320/pumpkin_latte_nutrition.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just can't stop loving this one! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pumpkin Spice Latte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is so good, but so bad! It's wrecking my diet. Well worth a longer workout on the treadmill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yummmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(and I don't normally drink coffee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-1489825399157138873?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/1489825399157138873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=1489825399157138873' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/1489825399157138873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/1489825399157138873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-pumpkin.html' title='Love Pumpkin'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPVp8rgovXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/pDIW43Y0nQA/s72-c/DSCN0241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-8887017327694568964</id><published>2008-10-13T12:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:30:28.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPN3KVBBlkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xUMBQCYQCO0/s1600-h/DSCN0240-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256676209395340866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPN3KVBBlkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xUMBQCYQCO0/s400/DSCN0240-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is toddler hiding at it's best! When I called her name she said,"shhh, Mommy...I hi-ning". Maybe she's helping the cheese hide from the crackers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Is it too much to ask that she dust the blinds while under there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-8887017327694568964?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/8887017327694568964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=8887017327694568964' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8887017327694568964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8887017327694568964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/10/hiding.html' title='Hiding'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPN3KVBBlkI/AAAAAAAAAP0/xUMBQCYQCO0/s72-c/DSCN0240-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-2575064894599920534</id><published>2008-10-10T18:08:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:00:54.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smell the Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SO_Ub1CFJSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Q3FNQ7KWd3U/s1600-h/DSCN0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255652864722019618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SO_Ub1CFJSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Q3FNQ7KWd3U/s200/DSCN0215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I know there are a lot Martha Stewart watchers out there and I'm no exception. My head is full of projects I've seen and I'm going to do, but never get around to. I finally broke down and attempted to make the gorgeous coffee filter roses that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommymakesroses.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Cassie Chappell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; created. It was actually very simple and even more rewarding. Tracing and cutting out the petals took the longest and was boring busy work. The first rose is the one I have pictured and it is not perfect. My outer petals are too long so they flop. But hey, roses aren't perfect in nature anyway. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SUPPLIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SO_T7oOZiEI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CgAxJqJEIwY/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255652311528212546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SO_T7oOZiEI/AAAAAAAAAPc/CgAxJqJEIwY/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; The supplies were very affordable Less than a total of $10 to make more than I could ever want. 400 cone coffee filters from Costco for 3.75 (you need 8 for each rose) A pack 30 green wires for .88, A roll of the sticky/stretch floral tape for .88 both from Walmart. Rose colored Van Gogh water color paint for 2.75 at local craft store. The other things I had on hand include: pencil, scissors, paint brush, and bamboo skewer to roll the edges. I printed the templates from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/article/paper-roses?autonomy_kw=coffee%20filter%20roses&amp;amp;rsc=image_1"&gt;Martha &lt;/a&gt;(yes, we are first name:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SO_S1p1zGkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/eVTyO_xt-Pc/s1600-h/DSCN0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255651109371058754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SO_S1p1zGkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/eVTyO_xt-Pc/s400/DSCN0218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; It was a great project! I can't wait to try other colors ( maybe orchids). It was so much fun. My 14 year old niece, Morgan even made one. I think they will make perfect decorations for Emerson's 2nd birthday party in November. We should all take more time to stop and smell the roses, or in this case make roses!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-2575064894599920534?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/2575064894599920534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=2575064894599920534' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/2575064894599920534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/2575064894599920534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/10/smell-roses.html' title='Smell the Roses'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SO_Ub1CFJSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Q3FNQ7KWd3U/s72-c/DSCN0215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-420155801682343676</id><published>2008-10-08T11:54:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:35:33.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 min</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, I went to brush my teeth before I walked out the door to head to Target. Emerson was in the kitchen playing fridge farm so I thought it was the perfect time. Emerson LOVES the fridge. The ice/water dispenser is pure magic for her and lucky for me has a lock button. I have started tying the fridge doors closed with a ribbon so she can't get in. She likes to take all the things out of the door and has even been known to climb up and sit on the shelves. Today she learned to untie. It was just a matter of time. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mustard&lt;/span&gt; was her choice and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;painting&lt;/span&gt; was the game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOzaTV3VGqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/BKp4TEU05yo/s1600-h/DSCN0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254814891056110242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOzaTV3VGqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/BKp4TEU05yo/s400/DSCN0194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Mommy was not thrilled with her art and she can't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOzaC0r2UNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/VWyy2aSzrQk/s1600-h/DSCN0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254814607271678162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOzaC0r2UNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/VWyy2aSzrQk/s400/DSCN0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crocs and pants. (good thing they are the cheap-o $3 knock offs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOzZwjG8ygI/AAAAAAAAAO0/557CoztFK5w/s1600-h/DSCN0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254814293315865090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOzZwjG8ygI/AAAAAAAAAO0/557CoztFK5w/s400/DSCN0193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yes, that is sidewalk chalk art. (Thanks, Connor for opening the new holders before school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOzZbz6L77I/AAAAAAAAAOs/AoKjNgKsTOg/s1600-h/DSCN0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254813937048481714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOzZbz6L77I/AAAAAAAAAOs/AoKjNgKsTOg/s400/DSCN0196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She managed to paint the remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOzZJjARdUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/N95JGo28D-A/s1600-h/DSCN0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254813623272961346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOzZJjARdUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/N95JGo28D-A/s400/DSCN0201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Her it-wasn't-me look. Hmmm my sister's are at school, this is a tricky one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOzYyhkT5yI/AAAAAAAAAOc/c3pYgm07cLA/s1600-h/DSCN0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254813227750254370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOzYyhkT5yI/AAAAAAAAAOc/c3pYgm07cLA/s400/DSCN0197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'll blame Cookie, since she has mustard on her too! Poor puppy. Yellow mustard is a pain to clean off of white puppy fur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOzYSajYgmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/YzaajfzN8T8/s1600-h/DSCN0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254812676111499874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOzYSajYgmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/YzaajfzN8T8/s400/DSCN0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; She was much happier to be bathed and headed to Target. I guess sneaking off to brush my teeth for 2 minutes was just 2 minutes, too long.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-420155801682343676?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/420155801682343676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=420155801682343676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/420155801682343676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/420155801682343676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-min.html' title='2 min'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOzaTV3VGqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/BKp4TEU05yo/s72-c/DSCN0194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-7651127064313109307</id><published>2008-10-04T00:23:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:47:50.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HARVEST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I got the best gift from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.preppyengineer.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Preppy Engineer&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;She gave me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; many &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wonderful goodies&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fall Swap&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;a href="http://preppymama.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Preppy Mama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;organized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SObwXMA4MXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/E1S2JyZJvrs/s1600-h/DSCN0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253150296526827890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SObwXMA4MXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/E1S2JyZJvrs/s400/DSCN0192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I love everything!&lt;/span&gt; I hear &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SObwGI6RC_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/SBaLIGtyPME/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253150003636014066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SObwGI6RC_I/AAAAAAAAAOE/SBaLIGtyPME/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; It was beautifully &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wrapped &lt;/span&gt;and adorned with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grosgrain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SObv_v1Qh3I/AAAAAAAAAN8/znw09VtWjgI/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253149893824907122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SObv_v1Qh3I/AAAAAAAAAN8/znw09VtWjgI/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; What a perfect start to my weekend. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you Preppy Engineer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-7651127064313109307?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/7651127064313109307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=7651127064313109307' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/7651127064313109307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/7651127064313109307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/10/harvest.html' title='HARVEST!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SObwXMA4MXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/E1S2JyZJvrs/s72-c/DSCN0192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-8213927909838146333</id><published>2008-10-03T18:42:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:09:21.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Emerson waiting for lunch time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOakzJgWJEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/q-bK4cl0Hn4/s1600-h/DSCN0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253067214006133826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOakzJgWJEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/q-bK4cl0Hn4/s400/DSCN0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Emerson and Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOajzrbNycI/AAAAAAAAANs/WNt6MQN1fE4/s1600-h/DSCN0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253066123599792578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOajzrbNycI/AAAAAAAAANs/WNt6MQN1fE4/s400/DSCN0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; Emerson and her cousin Maddi having lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOajQh-8WhI/AAAAAAAAANk/o0i4Og1UbnM/s1600-h/DSCN0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253065519769868818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOajQh-8WhI/AAAAAAAAANk/o0i4Og1UbnM/s400/DSCN0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; Connor and Emerson sharing a kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOai9o-sFII/AAAAAAAAANc/cHFx7bxC_T4/s1600-h/DSCN0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253065195230336130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOai9o-sFII/AAAAAAAAANc/cHFx7bxC_T4/s400/DSCN0099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Landon, Connor and Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOaiXmaD8VI/AAAAAAAAANU/zstqZWU-0sM/s1600-h/DSCN0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253064541704810834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOaiXmaD8VI/AAAAAAAAANU/zstqZWU-0sM/s400/DSCN0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; Cousin Miles with Emerson and Landon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOaiAcGwJ-I/AAAAAAAAANM/GuGG3xkyDbc/s1600-h/DSCN0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253064143802476514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOaiAcGwJ-I/AAAAAAAAANM/GuGG3xkyDbc/s400/DSCN0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; I made a school lunch visit. Emerson and I ate with her sisters and cousins today. With 6 at the same school I thought it was best to make a day of it instead of a week. Long day from 10:45-1:45. And we missed one cousin for a nap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-8213927909838146333?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/8213927909838146333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=8213927909838146333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8213927909838146333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8213927909838146333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/10/lunch.html' title='Lunch'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOakzJgWJEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/q-bK4cl0Hn4/s72-c/DSCN0105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-3054957648089032634</id><published>2008-10-02T09:11:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:58:38.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cousins Summer 2005 (9 out of 10, Emerson was not born, yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOTNV-gwslI/AAAAAAAAANE/xdFuvqTIyW0/s1600-h/P1010165.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252548842862195282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOTNV-gwslI/AAAAAAAAANE/xdFuvqTIyW0/s320/P1010165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOTNFPClgII/AAAAAAAAAM8/VBuvB5ivLYo/s1600-h/Beach+Pictures+3+382.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252548555241259138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOTNFPClgII/AAAAAAAAAM8/VBuvB5ivLYo/s320/Beach+Pictures+3+382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I have 4 neices and 2 nephews.The ages are 14, 12, 12, 10, 9, 8, 8, 7, 5, and almost 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My 4 daughters are the youngest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On at least 1 day a week I have all 10 at my house afterschool. Yes, 10! That's two more than Kate Gosslin. I have often thought of J&amp;amp;K+8 and how they frequently refer to their life with 2 sets of multiples as a challenge and I would agree it's a zoo. However, I think it's the # of kids not the fact they are multiples that is overwhelming. Once they were out of diapers she gets the avdantage of multiples. It would be much easier if on Tuesdays, I only had to keep 2 age groups entertained instead of 8 different ages. Well, and a camera crew to help watch over them when they run off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-3054957648089032634?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/3054957648089032634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=3054957648089032634' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3054957648089032634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3054957648089032634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/10/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOTNV-gwslI/AAAAAAAAANE/xdFuvqTIyW0/s72-c/P1010165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-3086370402288097073</id><published>2008-10-01T14:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:55:07.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Picasso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;When I heard Emerson singing in her bed I knew n&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ap time&lt;/span&gt; was over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOPApXmpFCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ChXu8mknkvs/s1600-h/DSCN0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252253407387391010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOPApXmpFCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ChXu8mknkvs/s320/DSCN0127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I just had no idea she was creating a masterpeice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOPAYwBIQcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5FUuLS1W-eU/s1600-h/DSCN0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252253121883161026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOPAYwBIQcI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5FUuLS1W-eU/s320/DSCN0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I know from the photo it looks to be something far worse than brown marker. I admit that on many occasions I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;greeted&lt;/span&gt; by a naked poop covered toddler. Today, (thank goodness) she was naked, but poop free. I hope Crayola is still washable after a few hours since I have the feeling she had art class before nap time. Very Fall of her to choose a brown marker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-3086370402288097073?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/3086370402288097073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=3086370402288097073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3086370402288097073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3086370402288097073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-picasso.html' title='Little Picasso'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SOPApXmpFCI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ChXu8mknkvs/s72-c/DSCN0127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-6065383214271249065</id><published>2008-09-29T09:24:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:45:39.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love Fairies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Olivia&lt;/span&gt; lost her &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;3rd tooth&lt;/span&gt;! For this we are very thankful since she was starting to look like Nanny Mcphee. Teeth should never be horizontal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SODXvM-53iI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6dTvwFYxGyI/s1600-h/DSCN0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251434371452886562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SODXvM-53iI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6dTvwFYxGyI/s320/DSCN0124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Last night we were visited by the beloved &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Tooth Fairy&lt;/span&gt;! Livie was showered with &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;quarters&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;fairy dust&lt;/span&gt;, (complete with a trail that kept my little fairies busy all morning)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SODXjy8pgkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/j6juOR7pvTo/s1600-h/DSCN0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251434175485542978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SODXjy8pgkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/j6juOR7pvTo/s320/DSCN0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;What a way to start the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-6065383214271249065?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/6065383214271249065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=6065383214271249065' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6065383214271249065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6065383214271249065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-love-fairies.html' title='We Love Fairies!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SODXvM-53iI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/6dTvwFYxGyI/s72-c/DSCN0124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-3332478509565397881</id><published>2008-09-28T16:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:59:48.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>B-Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN_u10NB1jI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QiEdha3Gp2Q/s1600-h/DSCN0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251178298851055154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN_u10NB1jI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QiEdha3Gp2Q/s320/DSCN0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; Emerson might follow in daddy's footsteps and play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN_uW40bWfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/KsMvikjyrqQ/s1600-h/DSCN0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251177767514102258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN_uW40bWfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/KsMvikjyrqQ/s320/DSCN0075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN_rhYjeuAI/AAAAAAAAALg/vY1KXDiBpZY/s1600-h/DSCN0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251174649296762882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN_rhYjeuAI/AAAAAAAAALg/vY1KXDiBpZY/s320/DSCN0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;She loved rolling and bouncing the ball. She even had some good moves for a 22 month old. It's a shame Coach K doesn't coach girls, we might have a future Blue Devil on our hands. Go Duke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-3332478509565397881?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/3332478509565397881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=3332478509565397881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3332478509565397881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3332478509565397881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/09/b-ball.html' title='B-Ball'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN_u10NB1jI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QiEdha3Gp2Q/s72-c/DSCN0074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-7550292501893993514</id><published>2008-09-27T11:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:21:30.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spray Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN5ad7VtVmI/AAAAAAAAALY/eELXjOQ1Nuk/s1600-h/DSCN0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250733685752026722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN5ad7VtVmI/AAAAAAAAALY/eELXjOQ1Nuk/s320/DSCN0120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was a skeptic of the spray pancake batter, but my friends I was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Batter Blaster&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;really delivered. Organic spray food, who knew! My girls loved it. Not that pancakes are hard to make, but it was fun and very neat. Just shake,spray and flip. They wanted tiny pancakes and it was simple. The plate is actually a salad plate and each little pancake is about the size of a quarter. Adorable! Top with whipped cream and you have the perfect spray meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN5ZxqxD2fI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hQunetfTgKc/s1600-h/DSCN0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250732925389101554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN5ZxqxD2fI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hQunetfTgKc/s320/DSCN0119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-7550292501893993514?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/7550292501893993514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=7550292501893993514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/7550292501893993514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/7550292501893993514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/09/spray-food.html' title='Spray Food'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN5ad7VtVmI/AAAAAAAAALY/eELXjOQ1Nuk/s72-c/DSCN0120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-394963446874969724</id><published>2008-09-26T12:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:07:51.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN0QxRUDyAI/AAAAAAAAALI/PHIgQ7OBn7w/s1600-h/DSCN0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250371179231037442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN0QxRUDyAI/AAAAAAAAALI/PHIgQ7OBn7w/s320/DSCN0114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; Today, Landon handed in her first project as a 3rd grader. She had to make and label a skeleton. Being a Biology nerd, I loved this assignment. I was a bit surprised that she would be memorizing bones at 8, since I never knew my kneecap was a patella until well into Middle school. The days of learning to color and cut, tying our shoes and napping on mats in Kindergarten is a thing of the past. I should have known 3rd grade advanced, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN0Qf9UpgwI/AAAAAAAAALA/2FiRGsiUOwI/s1600-h/DSCN0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250370881807024898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN0Qf9UpgwI/AAAAAAAAALA/2FiRGsiUOwI/s320/DSCN0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Landon decided to use pipe cleaners and straws to build her skeleton friend, Skelly. She quickly noticed the hands would be huge if she made each finger, so she opted to draw every tiny bone on a piece of index card and just attach it to Skelly. She needed to show every detail and spent many hours getting each one perfect. I was so proud of her. It looks great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A Halloween themed project was perfect for Fall. Skelly will make a great addition to our decorations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-394963446874969724?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/394963446874969724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=394963446874969724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/394963446874969724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/394963446874969724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/09/bones.html' title='Bones'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SN0QxRUDyAI/AAAAAAAAALI/PHIgQ7OBn7w/s72-c/DSCN0114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-4203843224880626741</id><published>2008-09-25T08:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:08:04.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNuSr1oS3cI/AAAAAAAAAK4/R93D_TORYZ4/s1600-h/DSCN0082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249951072458563010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNuSr1oS3cI/AAAAAAAAAK4/R93D_TORYZ4/s320/DSCN0082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was a very exciting weekend. After many hours working with Daddy, we now have 3 training wheel free bike riders (Or 2 wheeler riders as Connor proudly calls herself). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To get some good practice time, we went to the track to master our skills without fear of cars. No fewer than 20 laps later it is official. I now have thighs of steel (I wish) and a wonderful farmers tan to prove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was very proud of the girls for riding so long. It might have had a little to do with the fuss I made while trying to fit 3 bikes, 3 helmets and a stroller in the back of the Mini, and something about this being a trial run, since these ladies can't make the 1/2 mi block ride in the neighborhood with out quitting. I think it might also help not having my helpful voice directing bike flow, like at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We even had fun playing with sidewalk chalk. They were very excited to know their cousins saw their art on Monday at school. Landon was sure to add her last name for clarity, in case they thought it was another Landon, Olivia, Connor and Emerson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNuSNlDl0RI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LL3CE7sSuGg/s1600-h/DSCN0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249950552613572882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNuSNlDl0RI/AAAAAAAAAKw/LL3CE7sSuGg/s320/DSCN0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Olivia was the last to decide 2 wheels were better than 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNuR7ecWcWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/W71_TJOAnmU/s1600-h/DSCN0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249950241600729442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNuR7ecWcWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/W71_TJOAnmU/s320/DSCN0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Connor loves riding her 2-wheeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNuRsybdanI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9wPAaQMPPlM/s1600-h/DSCN0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249949989267663474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNuRsybdanI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9wPAaQMPPlM/s320/DSCN0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Landon, the old pro, enjoyed teaching her sisters tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNuRXz5An5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/eZKhVdShVqc/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249949628882788242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNuRXz5An5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/eZKhVdShVqc/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was great to see how independent they are getting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm the only thing holding Emerson back from joining her sisters in the wind. She tries to ride the "big" bikes and doesn't see reaching the peddles as factor. Until those little legs grow she is stuck in the stroller just along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-4203843224880626741?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/4203843224880626741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=4203843224880626741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/4203843224880626741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/4203843224880626741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-down.html' title='3 Down'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNuSr1oS3cI/AAAAAAAAAK4/R93D_TORYZ4/s72-c/DSCN0082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-6299892248106080655</id><published>2008-09-24T20:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:54:42.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNreFD0RRUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KHPeQNbEVIw/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249752494158988610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNreFD0RRUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KHPeQNbEVIw/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For almost 9 years, once a week my best friend comes over to visit, gossip, watch TV and above all, play Aunt. We met in college 15 years ago and have been wonderful friends every since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we went to Mama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fu's&lt;/span&gt; for great food and a million balloon sculptures. My girls had a blast goofing off. We left with 2 pink poodles, 3 swords, 4 crowns, 3 hearts and a lady bug. Just a few more things to keep away from the puppy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-6299892248106080655?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/6299892248106080655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=6299892248106080655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6299892248106080655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6299892248106080655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/09/wonderful-wednesday.html' title='Wonderful Wednesday'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNreFD0RRUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KHPeQNbEVIw/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-8311280872637001638</id><published>2008-09-22T16:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:26:57.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We love Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNf9eGDq8HI/AAAAAAAAAKI/aSrPk9gOX70/s1600-h/DSCN0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248942584187514994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNf9eGDq8HI/AAAAAAAAAKI/aSrPk9gOX70/s320/DSCN0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Connor came home wearing this cute fall crown of leaves she made at school today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-8311280872637001638?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/8311280872637001638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=8311280872637001638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8311280872637001638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8311280872637001638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-fall-yall.html' title='We love Fall'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNf9eGDq8HI/AAAAAAAAAKI/aSrPk9gOX70/s72-c/DSCN0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-1406489718399406145</id><published>2008-09-22T14:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:08:12.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNfslisG7HI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tA3wwB0RGQg/s1600-h/DSCN0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248924020434726002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNfslisG7HI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tA3wwB0RGQg/s320/DSCN0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what we did instead of napping today (dark circles to prove it). Fabulous Fall has arrived! Emerson was very excited to see pumpkins. She wanted the whole cart full of them. We are glad for sweater weather!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-1406489718399406145?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/1406489718399406145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=1406489718399406145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/1406489718399406145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/1406489718399406145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-fall.html' title='Happy Fall!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SNfslisG7HI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tA3wwB0RGQg/s72-c/DSCN0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-6787763921352572868</id><published>2008-09-13T21:58:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:52:31.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only my Livie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Olivia: Mom, did you know if Emma swallows a calipitter(caterpillar) she would burp a butterfly?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: Oh wow, let's not feed her any to find out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Olivia: I'll try, but it would be neat to see!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;She is clearly still pitching her theory of "uncontrollable" burps, to get the no-sodas-until-they-learn-control, freeze lifted. A+ for effort. If only she put this much thought into quietly burping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-6787763921352572868?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/6787763921352572868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=6787763921352572868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6787763921352572868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6787763921352572868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-my-livie.html' title='Only my Livie!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-2156915483639794804</id><published>2008-09-13T20:57:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:56:48.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greek for a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SMxh6_tB9xI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Kbb_V8-7KH8/s1600-h/DSCF0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245675332140398354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SMxh6_tB9xI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Kbb_V8-7KH8/s320/DSCF0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Almost every year for the past 25 years I have gone to the annual Greek Festival to enjoy wonderful food and rich culture. I had a childhood friend who is Greek and she influenced my love for Greek food. We would watch her little sister dance for hours dressed from head to toe while we sampled every thing in site. She could pronounce things and always had a connection to get the best food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm a Scotch-Irish-German-Irish with a touch of Indian, normal American Christian girl. Product of the American melting pot to say the least. We did not have a strong ethnic ties or "pure" blood line and I really admired her tight knit Greek community. The fact they had awesome food was definitely a bonus. She did love to come over and eat my mom's southern cooking (which is a heritage all its own). I wanted to be Greek and she wanted to be a normal American. (Rent, My big Fat Greek Wedding if you need a visual. It's so true and hilarious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my girls and for one more day, pretended to be Greek and had a blast visiting old friends and sharing their rich culture and mouth watering food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Spanakopita, Greek salads loaded with olives and feta, souvlaki, and loukoumades, the most delicious donut holes covered in honey, cinnamon and powdered sugar. It was bliss. Not for the diet, gained 3 lbs! Double time on the treadmill for the next few weeks. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The girls loved the "guard" because he had a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; sword. They kept saying, "He's real mom not an actor, REAL!&lt;em&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;They loved Greece and want to go back next week when Daddy gets home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-2156915483639794804?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/2156915483639794804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=2156915483639794804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/2156915483639794804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/2156915483639794804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/09/greek-for-day.html' title='Greek for a day!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SMxh6_tB9xI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Kbb_V8-7KH8/s72-c/DSCF0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-3208275698600538508</id><published>2008-09-13T20:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:56:49.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Tea Pot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SMxevIZi3BI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-TeZ4T2yFCw/s1600-h/Heathers+card+552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245671829781273618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SMxevIZi3BI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-TeZ4T2yFCw/s320/Heathers+card+552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;This is Emerson singing "I'm a little tea pot" with her sisters. She is a bit confused with the "pour me out part" and "roll em up" from Pat-a-Cake. I can understand why since Connor sings it "when I get all boiled up, just tip me out." I guess she is tipped over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Fitting that she has on her tea pot dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;She is such a character and keeps us laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-3208275698600538508?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/3208275698600538508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=3208275698600538508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3208275698600538508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3208275698600538508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-little-tea-pot.html' title='My Little Tea Pot'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SMxevIZi3BI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-TeZ4T2yFCw/s72-c/Heathers+card+552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-401937733566774971</id><published>2008-09-13T20:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:41:23.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>I have been slammed for the last month.  Getting geared up for uniforms and all that the new school year brings still makes my head ache.  We started on the 25th and have been racing around ever since.  I'll  post first day of school pictures and labor day pictures as soon as I get a break to upload pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-401937733566774971?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/401937733566774971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=401937733566774971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/401937733566774971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/401937733566774971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-7825056363402143028</id><published>2008-08-18T16:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:05:36.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preppy Fall Swap</title><content type='html'>I got my partner for Preppy Mama's Preppy Fall Swap today.&lt;br /&gt;She has an awesome blog!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get started with the Harvest theme.&lt;br /&gt;Fall is my favorite season and what a wonderful way to get it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to "meeting" The Preppy Engineer. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-7825056363402143028?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/7825056363402143028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=7825056363402143028' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/7825056363402143028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/7825056363402143028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/08/preppy-fall-swap.html' title='Preppy Fall Swap'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-8427066580253069364</id><published>2008-08-18T15:46:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:15:43.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Feathered Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SKnSlGP7oKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/B3PupVQu8HE/s1600-h/IMAGE_036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235947576569340066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SKnSlGP7oKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/B3PupVQu8HE/s320/IMAGE_036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband was nearly dive bombed by a &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; hawk the other day golfing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hawk Schmawk...I would have passed out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't do birds. And the feelings are mutual. I'm always the one they target. At Disney, 1 tiny bird flew over a huge crowd at a parade and pooped on my shirt. Nice to walk around the Happiest Place on Earth with a poop stain on your back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny thing is that birds and I are not a match, but I adore a nesting bird.  More so the nest and eggs.  Then again I love all "babies."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great camera phone shot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-8427066580253069364?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/8427066580253069364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=8427066580253069364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8427066580253069364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/8427066580253069364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-feathered-friend.html' title='My Feathered Friend'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SKnSlGP7oKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/B3PupVQu8HE/s72-c/IMAGE_036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-7141453333922600874</id><published>2008-08-17T23:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:06:53.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How did they do it?</title><content type='html'>Today we drove to the mall to let the girls spend their gift cards that they had saved from past holidays, because some were so old that I did not want to start losing money on fees. We have attempted to spend them before, but my girls never want to spend "their" money. If there was anything in The Disney Store that we didn't touch it would be a shock. Who were those frugal little ladies? They can't live without half of Target when Mommy is paying. It was very cute to see their minds working overtime to get best "treasures" for their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive my girls enjoyed a DVD, since we were going to be in the car for more than the normal 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;. About half way there, the funniest thing happened. Olivia started asking me to please back the movie up (you know rewind), since she missed something. I gave her a puzzled look and asked, "how did you miss something, we're in the car?" She said (in her 6 going on 16 tone), "Mom, when I leaned over to get a drink of water." I asked her what she thought she missed during the second while she reached for her water and her reply was, "how do I know I couldn't see the screen." That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hysterical&lt;/span&gt; since she has seen the movie 424 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit getting the mini without a DVD player was not an option, (I just wish I was the one sitting in the back watching the movie). It is beyond me how my parents took 4 girls on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;road&lt;/span&gt; trip with out any form of "entertainment" to pass time. Bless their hearts. I love you, Mom and Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-7141453333922600874?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/7141453333922600874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=7141453333922600874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/7141453333922600874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/7141453333922600874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-did-they-do-it.html' title='How did they do it?'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-9123509720644892839</id><published>2008-08-15T23:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:22:55.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>15 mins of Shame</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago our 3 year old plasma TV had an annoying streak running through the upper half of the screen. To our great delight it was still under warranty.  We always purchase an extended warranty because my Father in law spent a zillion years as a retail manger and swears by them. Usually our warranty runs out the same week as the item breaks or the broken "part" is not covered. Not this time. Thanks Favorite Father in Law!!!  I was thrilled, since a new wide screen would never be a priority and my fall TV shows would not be the same on a 26" screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for almost 3 weeks for them to fix the TV.  As it turned out it, would cost more to fix it, so we got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spankin&lt;/span&gt; new one.  Oh yes, more features than I can list.  TVs have greatly improved in 3 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I unpacked our new addition and began studying the features while our daughters played in the next room. A few minutes passed when I heard a little knock at the door. We paused and listened and peeked out peep hole, but saw nothing and went back to reading.  Then a tiny little squeak from the storm door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We opened the front door and to our surprise, there stood our 21 month old daughter wearing only a diaper, a ballerina necklace and a bike helmet. She gave a huge smile and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;buu&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ckle&lt;/span&gt; stuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;-wee!" Hello...our baby had climbed out of the play room past her sisters and over the baby gate, gone down the stairs, out to the sun porch where she put on her sister's helmet, opened the door and headed to the backyard to ride her bike. I guess she was finished and could not open the door, so being the genus she is, she came around to the front door to get Daddy's help.  ALONE!!! All alone.  My heart nearly stopped. Thank goodness she came to the porch instead of "going on a walk" in the neighborhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to imagine what all could have happened during those 15 minutes. The fact that my baby was outside playing without her shoes is enough to make me sick.  Those sweet feet on concrete.  Shame on us for not considering that she might be able to open doors and climb over the baby gate.  We now keep the doors bolt locked so she can't just turn the knob.  We consider ourselves very lucky and blessed that she was unharmed.  We promise to do better, Sweet E!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-9123509720644892839?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/9123509720644892839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=9123509720644892839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/9123509720644892839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/9123509720644892839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/08/mom-of-year.html' title='15 mins of Shame'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-5561072085527323722</id><published>2008-08-07T00:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:12:32.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the cutest things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;With only a few weeks before school starts and Fall just around the corner, we have been busy sorting out all of last years clothes. Trying things on to see what still fits and what Emerson might have grown into. My girls love to touch all of their out of season clothes and remember the fun times they had wearing them. I dislike the entire time consuming process, since very few outfits actually end up getting handed down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Landon found some cute little clothes she had worn and quickly dressed Emerson. She was so proud of the outfit she created and paraded her around the house for us to enjoy. She then preceded to tell me she can't believe how big Emerson is getting. She can now wear a &lt;em&gt;3tiny&lt;/em&gt;. We should give all of her &lt;em&gt;2tinys&lt;/em&gt; to Goodwill. How precious. I just couldn't tell her the "T" stands for toddler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-5561072085527323722?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/5561072085527323722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=5561072085527323722' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/5561072085527323722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/5561072085527323722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids-say-cutest-things.html' title='Kids say the cutest things!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-6649102085994937489</id><published>2008-08-06T21:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:16:36.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy took the older girls golfing while Emerson and Mommy played at the pool. They are developing Daddy's love of golf. Although, I'm sure driving the golf cart isn't bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They stopped by to say hello while making the turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231592422824539714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJpZlyQU9kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/EKCnZVGlw2Q/s320/golf+pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Don't feed the animals) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emerson has no fear of the water and loves climbing in and out. It makes me so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nervous. The water is only 1 foot deep, but she thinks she is big like her sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and can just step in, instead of sitting down first. I spend the entire time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;following Emme around like nut. My sisters tease me because I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more protective of my 4th than most mom's are of their 1st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Letting her climb out at 20 months is huge. I would have been sitting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the baby pool holding my 1st born while she wore a life jacket and water wings, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJpRMKDp-mI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bdXLu5gGwQE/s1600-h/pool+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231583186444221026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJpRMKDp-mI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bdXLu5gGwQE/s320/pool+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had so much fun being "alone" in the pool and having Mommy all to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJpQ8JDyfKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/r0TN4UUUMts/s1600-h/pool+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231582911298436258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJpQ8JDyfKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/r0TN4UUUMts/s320/pool+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the laps. She walks the pool instead of swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJpQekWrgII/AAAAAAAAAIw/2Izve4psdg8/s1600-h/pool+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231582403229352066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJpQekWrgII/AAAAAAAAAIw/2Izve4psdg8/s320/pool+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating in the big pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJpQQiZmGkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jb4j6wKHfws/s1600-h/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231582162186541634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJpQQiZmGkI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jb4j6wKHfws/s320/pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a very relaxing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-6649102085994937489?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/6649102085994937489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=6649102085994937489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6649102085994937489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6649102085994937489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/08/lazy-days.html' title='Lazy Days'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJpZlyQU9kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/EKCnZVGlw2Q/s72-c/golf+pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-3615590904841192961</id><published>2008-08-05T01:01:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T02:19:31.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Move That Bus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJfp84BLO8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/mACWeJXES1A/s1600-h/IMG_7399_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230906724252859330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJfp84BLO8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/mACWeJXES1A/s320/IMG_7399_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Queen City was buzzing with celebrities. Extreme Makeover Home Edition has been here working all week with local builders and volunteers to build an awesome new house for a family who's children go to school with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went to help "Move that Bus" in support of The King Family.&lt;br /&gt;They have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.extrememakeovercharlotte.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;truly remarkable story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;. We are so glad they have been given this opportunity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I took my three older girls and my niece Chandler. When we first arrived everyone was pumped up to see the family's reaction. They filmed the crowd screaming while we pretended to "move the bus" over and over and over and over. It was a very hot and very confusing to my little ones. The limo pulls up and we yelled with excitement. Nope. Still filming. After about an hour the family arrives and the bus finally moves. It was such a touching moment to see their reaction. Congrats King Family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230900017798349666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJfj2gh0g2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/dTD0GRqTw7M/s320/IMG_7413_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Although my girls weren't actually workers, they did look adorable in their hard hats!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230907130485552258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJfqUhWmNII/AAAAAAAAAIM/vMhSETKb0HM/s320/IMG_7578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There were local celebrities as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJfijt8HGGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hTIVfjpL6QM/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230898595469138018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJfijt8HGGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hTIVfjpL6QM/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great meeting the design team and getting a little face time with Ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJfiZkSkeuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_vUUKsIhA9U/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230898421080292066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJfiZkSkeuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/_vUUKsIhA9U/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt; It was a wonderful day. Thanks Extreme Makeover for recognizing one of our own! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-3615590904841192961?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/3615590904841192961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=3615590904841192961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3615590904841192961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3615590904841192961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/08/move-that-bus.html' title='Move That Bus!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJfp84BLO8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/mACWeJXES1A/s72-c/IMG_7399_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-4410569192751794135</id><published>2008-08-01T16:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:24:19.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>I am quite the list maker, but tend to procrastinate. Many things on the to do list carry over from week to week.  This summer in trying to get a jump on the school supply list for the fall, I have been stashing away tons of supplies based on last years list.  I will have 3 in school, a kindergartner, a first grader and a third grader and wanted to avoid the rush.  Today I got a letter from the girl's school.  With excitement we anticipated learning "our teachers", only to discover a school supply list, stating that kindergartners will not be bringing supplies.  As luck would have it the only year in 3 that I have been ready and the early bird did not get the worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little sad to see summer come to an end.  It has really been fun having free time.  We have had a blast doing a lot of nothing.  The girls have already started the count down game. Only 24 more days.  I say left and they say to go.  For me, it marks a return to schedules, endless homework, dragging sleepy girls out of bed,  packing lunches, and car pool.  For them, they see new teachers, new friends and new adventures. As exciting as to is to watch them grow, I wish it took longer.  I've often heard the saying, the days go by so slow, but the years go by so fast. It has never seemed truer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-4410569192751794135?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/4410569192751794135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=4410569192751794135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/4410569192751794135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/4410569192751794135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/08/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-449914494838192611</id><published>2008-07-31T17:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:36:38.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the Fold, Flip and Roll!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJItVy7Kl-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/96SvAb8FhKM/s1600-h/katie_holmes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229291969801000930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJItVy7Kl-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/96SvAb8FhKM/s200/katie_holmes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister sent me this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, Katie Holmes is sporting the dreaded Fold, flip and roll jean. Hope&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fully,&lt;/span&gt; she is filming a 80's movie remake.I wasted too much of my childhood "getting the perfect roll", to ever go back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-449914494838192611?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/449914494838192611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=449914494838192611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/449914494838192611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/449914494838192611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-fold-flip-and-roll.html' title='Not the Fold, Flip and Roll!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJItVy7Kl-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/96SvAb8FhKM/s72-c/katie_holmes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-3299084721676475500</id><published>2008-07-31T16:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:18:31.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Clippies!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJIcClg5NCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fqnaaOiMdU4/s1600-h/babyband+giveaway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229272948085961762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJIcClg5NCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fqnaaOiMdU4/s200/babyband+giveaway.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://oqsiwa.blu.livefilestore.com/y1pXtGckAyTvy9WnCUf1wF7ej84lVi9ht7eRQXM6kAFMf2teKJJLG5PNgtqO67zAc8_tFl2o6F9CFA/100_5427.JPG?download" name="msnPhotoHref" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Here is a &lt;a href="http://babybands.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-first-giveaway.html"&gt;super cute place &lt;/a&gt;to get &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;the most adorable clippies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;And she's having her first Giveaway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Hurry on over and check it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;It's the last day,Contest ends tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-3299084721676475500?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/3299084721676475500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=3299084721676475500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3299084721676475500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3299084721676475500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/07/cute-clippies.html' title='Cute Clippies!!!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SJIcClg5NCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fqnaaOiMdU4/s72-c/babyband+giveaway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-7334595106265121604</id><published>2008-07-25T00:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:05:59.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday we went to the park. Finally, it has been cool enough to do something other than the pool. It was a cool 89 with very little humidity. We were able to play at the park without &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; complaints about the heat. Is it too early to anticipate Fall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226802436340603986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SIlVH4E6XFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IzWEU61VYn4/s200/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took my mom, Bebah, as my girls call her, along with us. It was very relaxing, which is not always the case with 4 girls under foot. My mom is having surgery today, so she will be resting for the next couple of weeks. No lifting the little ones for a while. Her pre surgery diet was only liquids after noon. Watermelon must count as a liquid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226802645534114690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SIlVUDYiA4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/kiCSS791HDM/s200/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The big girls like the idea of watermelon, but don't really like to eat it. Rob and I love it! Every year we "try" it again. They were eager to pick out the perfect one, only after touching all 50 first. :) Emerson liked the sound it made when she played it like a drum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The anticipation grew as we cut into the melon and could see the beautiful red peaking through. Then the disappointment flooded their faces. NO black seeds? Where are the seeds? Seedless of course....we have a toddler. Not a huge hit with the girls. First a NO bow day and then they wanted a spitting contest. What ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226814176219647762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SIlfzOiMTxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0SCAWm9HBwo/s200/P1010959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They look excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226814417809331954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SIlgBShqVvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/CrAzjQn2lv4/s200/P1010965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So juicy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226814647775977410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SIlgOrN-38I/AAAAAAAAAFs/dUeLjuyFlTo/s200/P1010968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Clearly, we have a winner!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-7334595106265121604?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/7334595106265121604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=7334595106265121604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/7334595106265121604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/7334595106265121604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-day.html' title='What A Day!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SIlVH4E6XFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/IzWEU61VYn4/s72-c/collage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-3304530496803598018</id><published>2008-07-23T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:31:04.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever, major loser!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I admit I'm very conservative when it comes to what my girls watch on TV. For most of their lives they had very few choices. Anything that was on PBS Kids or Noggin was always fair game and they could watch some choice Disney Chanel cartoons. As they still say, "we can only watch the &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; shows, the kind with a &lt;em&gt;G&lt;/em&gt;." What more could they want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was informed by my second grader, that all her friends get to stay up (past 7) and watch American Idol and she still watches the baby channel. Since the 7 o'clock bedtime is here to stay, I figured I needed to give her a few older shows. They have since enjoyed many cute Disney shows with real people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My girls adore High School Musical, so I thought that the newest Disney TV movie, Camp Rock would be similar. It had the same dreamy elements of music and young romance blended together with a message of being true to yourself. Good wins over evil and even the bully is changed for the better. No HSM, but ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What my girls learned was a few songs and how to give the "whatever, major loser" sign on the forehead. Yes, like the "L" loser sign of our day just preceded by 3 three finger gestures of W.E.M. As if the "Loser" sign wasn't fresh enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who knew all my years of restricting television viewing could be wiped out in 5 seconds by a made for TV Disney movie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226394581173947330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SIfiLlLmS8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/KR184xj8DO0/s200/loser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-3304530496803598018?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/3304530496803598018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=3304530496803598018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3304530496803598018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3304530496803598018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/07/whatever-major-loser.html' title='Whatever, major loser!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SIfiLlLmS8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/KR184xj8DO0/s72-c/loser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-3711378417684241983</id><published>2008-07-18T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:06:12.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Twice in one day. I hope both of you feel special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there was indeed a contest.  Landon actually entered 2 different drawings. She won 1st place and 2nd place.  Way to go!  Not the cash she dreamed of, but plenty of goodies. Hey, it saves me a trip to the dollar store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the phone number.  Yes, I am a bit dyslexic when it comes to numbers. Clearly, I need to start proofing before posting (or just keep some things in my head).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-3711378417684241983?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/3711378417684241983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=3711378417684241983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3711378417684241983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3711378417684241983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-2962454153670507931</id><published>2008-07-18T03:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:47:00.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch my Breath</title><content type='html'>It has been a typical week with 4 girls. Never enough time. We have attended 2 adorable birthday parties. One was a fabulous 70's Disco sleepover. Judging by Landon's mood, more disco than sleep. The other was the cutest Fancy Nancy party, complete with necklace making, story telling and the most delicious chocolate parfaits. All the Fancies had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy took the girls to the pool twice this week, to give me a much deserved break. A small fraction of what this stay at home mom needs to fully regain sanity, but every little bit helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landon and Olivia are both working on some fun summer things at art class. From what my excited 8 year old says, she has entered a drawing contest. She said she illustrated a bible verse that a real judge will see. They pick someone to win and give the winner prises, or maybe even money. Ah, money. Now I see. I'm sure she already has a dollar store treasure in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a special visitor this week. The cable guy. No more busy signal! At last a working land line (well, digital wireless). I spent the day on my home phone, resetting the cable boxes and Internet, since my new modem sends a different signal. No reason the cable guy should be bothered with all that. Give me a call, 876-5309.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-2962454153670507931?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/2962454153670507931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=2962454153670507931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/2962454153670507931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/2962454153670507931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-has-been-typical-week-with-4-girls.html' title='Catch my Breath'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-6420050361486499697</id><published>2008-07-09T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:35:21.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Punk'd?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Anyone who has tried to call my home phone in the last year or so, knows that 90% of the time your greeted with the ever pleasant busy signal. Not because it's in use, just because. Because, for a reason undetectable by the phone company, it's &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; busy. They assure me it's nothing. I just ask that they fix the "nothing" so I can get something on the line. The problem still exists, even after many failed attempts and purchase of a new phone, since it's "not on their end".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, I finally called my cable provider to look at my options for a digital phone. I already have the pricey Cadillac cable TV/DVR/HDTV/Internet package, (all more necessary than air) so they'll just throw it in for a few bucks more. Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7,000 questions later, after a top secret third party verification process......presto......the cable guy will be at me house promptly, in &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; weeks. I'm still wondering how much prep he actually needs to install (plug) it to the modem, when I already &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; cable. I, myself am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; "qualified" to attemp the installation (plugging) on my own. Whatever, she says it's the earliest appointment available and it's dirt cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;This Monday is the scheduled phone day, so I was surprised when I checked my messages and heard the cable company on the line. The over friendly employee, was calling to inform me that my appointment was being moved out to Wednesday. Unfortunately, it was scheduled "sooner than is the normal practice". Everyone must complete the necessary wait time before the technician can make a house call to "install" a digital line. I laughed out loud. Ashton, is that you? I think I've been Punk'd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;HELLO, They &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; have a minimum wait policy. That explains &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much about their customer service and the soaring cost of cable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can live a fuller life knowing they created a special department to over see those very important guidelines. After all, No one likes a line jumper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-6420050361486499697?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/6420050361486499697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=6420050361486499697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6420050361486499697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/6420050361486499697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/07/punkd.html' title='Punk&apos;d?'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-2726085533070854649</id><published>2008-07-07T18:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:39:31.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surprise! Two days in a row....crazy. Let me start by saying, I feel like I have spent half of the summer with my Pediatrician. A few weeks ago we went for Emerson's 18 month check up where she got 3 shots. My older girls were totally traumatized. The 3 hugged each other while they cried and screamed in support, &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; the shots were given. Once the excitement was over they immediately needed to know their own shot schedule. The nurse said, "don't worry girls, no shots until your check ups". Good one, now I can add that to our, "is today the day?" list of questions. You know, Is today the party? Is today swim class? Is today my turn to sit in the special seat in the car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week, we had Connor's 5 year old check up. The dreaded kindergarten one that's full of tests. (Eyesight being the one she failed, but that's for another day.) Out of fear, my oldest girls stayed in the play area to avoid even seeing the shots. However, no one was spared the screaming, which was loud enough to hear in the parking lot. I'm judging by their looks of disbelief, to see Connor return to the play area sporting a huge grin and the beloved sticker, it sounded deadly. She simply said,"it was nothing", and off we went for ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, Mean Monday arrived. I scheduled Landon and Olivia's 8 and 7 year checkups together to avoid yet another visit. Which translates into, bring another adult to help drag the screamers from the car, since they stick together like glue during a crisis. I eventually won the battle and made to our double appointment only 15 min late. I say &lt;em&gt;won&lt;/em&gt; because a few minutes more and it would become a "necessary reschedule", since it's only acceptable for a patient to spend the extra 30 min wait until your "real" appointment time, &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; the waiting room. While we waited, Connor's advice for the older girls was, ask for&lt;em&gt; "booster-seat" &lt;/em&gt;shots because they hurt less than the "&lt;em&gt;chicken-pop"&lt;/em&gt; kind and just remember to think about good things and I'll hold your hands. Bless her heart. They were &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; amused. After a very long, sad visit, weight and height was taken and 4 eyes, 4 ears, 2 noses and 2 hearts were checked. Finally, our wonderful Doctor enter the room to announce Mean Monday was complete, without even one shot. As it turns out, none were needed after all. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-2726085533070854649?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/2726085533070854649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=2726085533070854649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/2726085533070854649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/2726085533070854649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/07/mean-monday.html' title='Mean Monday'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-2714971062065040995</id><published>2008-07-06T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:26:23.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SHFupch8JII/AAAAAAAAAE8/Mc1lhHAuPnc/s1600-h/july+4+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220075101411353730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SHFupch8JII/AAAAAAAAAE8/Mc1lhHAuPnc/s320/july+4+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Summer did not bring all the free time I was dreaming of.  Although, No homework and No schedules to keep has been a blessing. I will set my blogging goal a bit higher and aim for 2 posts a month. :) We have been having a blast.  Everyone has new summer cuts and are enjoying the heat. We had a great 4th, complete festive piggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-2714971062065040995?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/2714971062065040995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=2714971062065040995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/2714971062065040995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/2714971062065040995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SHFupch8JII/AAAAAAAAAE8/Mc1lhHAuPnc/s72-c/july+4+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6819898708190301794.post-3640881548014843897</id><published>2008-06-08T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:47:23.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, I'm going to give blogging a try. I enjoy reading blogs, I'm just not sure about writing one. My friend, Christen has a great one and says it's fun. I love taking pictures and can always think of something to say about my beautiful girls. If nothing else, my sisters will enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6819898708190301794-3640881548014843897?l=six-sules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/feeds/3640881548014843897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6819898708190301794&amp;postID=3640881548014843897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3640881548014843897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6819898708190301794/posts/default/3640881548014843897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://six-sules.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-all.html' title='Hello All'/><author><name>The Golf Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01889304532986720953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mFOYAicsOnY/SPY4Feq4wCI/AAAAAAAAAQY/5bPib_A4g-w/S220/DSCN0218.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
