<?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-2977557915140447533</id><updated>2012-01-28T02:01:00.381-08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='personal'/><category term='The Zoo'/><title type='text'>Hess Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Hess Family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-5473846334797924488</id><published>2012-01-17T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T00:19:19.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last hike before the snow hit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm missing the evening fall hikes. &amp;nbsp;Avery was such a trooper on this hike, She made it half way up the wind caves all by herself. &amp;nbsp;Kyle and I couldn't believe her change in attitude about hiking. &amp;nbsp;This was the hike that she caught the love of the outdoors and the mountains. &amp;nbsp;For several weeks after we went on this hike she would ask Kyle and I, " We go in the mountains to hike??!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p8koqwvk3_A/Tr7Gy1H07hI/AAAAAAAAA8w/s90x3Uxba4U/s1600/PA120186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p8koqwvk3_A/Tr7Gy1H07hI/AAAAAAAAA8w/s90x3Uxba4U/s1600/PA120186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGuzservF-A/Tr7G4kAqu1I/AAAAAAAAA9I/KRAPDJXXdEc/s640/PA120198.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bmKmc5gGw3A/Tr7G6ZyOJAI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/E4UHo1W9h0c/s1600/PA120204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bmKmc5gGw3A/Tr7G6ZyOJAI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/E4UHo1W9h0c/s640/PA120204.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taking the short cut with a baby in the Kelty Backpack, not&amp;nbsp;recommend!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ty5QAeTD8ro/Tr7G8bO3TII/AAAAAAAAA9Y/S2fJr3ogntI/s1600/PA120206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It would help if my kids smile when I tell them! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zVxGIB6Dj4U/Tr7HDaDFaEI/AAAAAAAAA94/y9jr7LZ8t5A/s1600/PA120225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zVxGIB6Dj4U/Tr7HDaDFaEI/AAAAAAAAA94/y9jr7LZ8t5A/s640/PA120225.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GntR1g2zEbw/Tr7HEzLEKLI/AAAAAAAAA-A/_eME9P71ZnM/s1600/PA120228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GntR1g2zEbw/Tr7HEzLEKLI/AAAAAAAAA-A/_eME9P71ZnM/s640/PA120228.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMfZCmG-y3M/Tr7HGg_qXuI/AAAAAAAAA-I/MTXhNcXRTDo/s1600/PA120233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qMfZCmG-y3M/Tr7HGg_qXuI/AAAAAAAAA-I/MTXhNcXRTDo/s640/PA120233.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can see the full moon peeking over the mountains just as we were nearing the end of the hike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQCFPJyRYhw/Tr7HKo1rmJI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/GGUHsRikfBg/s1600/PA120239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQCFPJyRYhw/Tr7HKo1rmJI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/GGUHsRikfBg/s640/PA120239.JPG" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie-j0dWIKzY/Tr7HMo33-lI/AAAAAAAAA-g/_xBart7YUjI/s1600/PA120240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ie-j0dWIKzY/Tr7HMo33-lI/AAAAAAAAA-g/_xBart7YUjI/s640/PA120240.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-388Pg-tWTc8/Tr7HOU5z6JI/AAAAAAAAA-o/mGRI6z7Lq9w/s1600/PA120242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-388Pg-tWTc8/Tr7HOU5z6JI/AAAAAAAAA-o/mGRI6z7Lq9w/s640/PA120242.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Impressive, Avery asleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-5473846334797924488?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/5473846334797924488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=5473846334797924488' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/5473846334797924488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/5473846334797924488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-hike-before-snow-hit.html' title='Last hike before the snow hit.'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p8koqwvk3_A/Tr7Gy1H07hI/AAAAAAAAA8w/s90x3Uxba4U/s72-c/PA120186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-1815598533224319063</id><published>2011-08-30T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:40:37.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1198-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/IMG_1198-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kade couldn't have had a better 1st day of school! We love, love,......love his teacher. &amp;nbsp;I think Kade is already her favorite, how could he not be. &amp;nbsp;Miss Cami gave him a job, his number one job is to be the big leader in his class. &amp;nbsp;Kade you are a natural leader, I hope you always use your leader skills to draw people nearer to your&amp;nbsp;Heavenly Father.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1206-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/IMG_1206-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-1815598533224319063?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/1815598533224319063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=1815598533224319063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/1815598533224319063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/1815598533224319063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='First Day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-2562666939862097255</id><published>2011-08-29T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T14:50:15.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kade!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't believe how fast 6 years have come and vanished.  Time can be a ticking annoyance, it needs to slow down and allow me to soak in every fiber of his innocent spirit.  Listening to his jumbled made up words brings an increased jubilation in my life.  Kade you have such a willing heart to serve and make those around you feel  Heavenly Fathers love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-KI7NKYf6U/Tlv_Ry7tK4I/AAAAAAAAA50/A4ZkimFCiUk/s1600/IMG_0401.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-KI7NKYf6U/Tlv_Ry7tK4I/AAAAAAAAA50/A4ZkimFCiUk/s640/IMG_0401.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for Kaden's Birthday Party I took the boys on "The Great Frog Hunt."  Kade has anticipated his 6th birthday for nearly a year.  Crazy I know, this eager little boy can't wait to be big like his cousin &lt;a href="http://thatcherreport.blogspot.com/"&gt;Luke&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Kade where we could find frog nets, he replied "Mom, Wal-Mart!" I guess they sell everything.  He was right, we purchased two overpriced cheap green frog nets.  He invited a few friends and we set off on our adventure.  First we had to climb over a fence that was labeled private property. Rules are meant to be broken!  The boys couldn't wait to capture those frogs.  Avery had this image in her world, that she was going to find lots of pinky froggies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/IMG_1026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl in a pink skirt trying to keep up with four boys is seared in my bank of memories, priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1008-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/IMG_1008-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The boys discovered a few army supplies.  I allowed their imaginations to create their own war zone right in the middle of a large empty wheat field.  They found a broken down missile, army base, collapsed wooden shanty, and empty .22 shells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1052-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/IMG_1052-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally arrived at "The Frog" pond.  This is a perfect pond, after a 35 min hike/walk to it you come up over a hill and there it is, nestled away with perfection.  I visited it often growing up.  It is filled with lilly pads with frogs perched on top of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1046-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/IMG_1046-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best discovery of all was a hidden fort, the dream of every American boy.   I wanted to drift back to the innocent age of 9 and spend my summer days building and fixing this fort.  A tree had grown over the silver pond, with the set of  ideal  branches to build a tree hut right over the water.....sigh only in dreams this is possible. This was I'm sure, the best summer vacation for a group of farm boys.  It was a modern Swiss Robinson tree hut. They had a built a flawless platform for a  hammock, Ladder,  swing with perfect knots to climb back up after they plopped their overheated bodies in the  murky silver blue pond.   I can only imagine the color of the water being a result of the release of clay minerals.  They had carried in sand for the perfect beach area, It was small,  but as a child it was flawless.  I longed for Kade and a bunch of his friends to spend their summer days creating lasting memories that would take a lifetime to fade away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FuBn7NLq1v0/TlwFVk_lTJI/AAAAAAAAA54/vJPC8bc6Zl0/s1600/IMG_1127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FuBn7NLq1v0/TlwFVk_lTJI/AAAAAAAAA54/vJPC8bc6Zl0/s640/IMG_1127.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found a forest, they called it the "Broken down forest." I sat down and watched as four boys lived a scene right out of Peter Pan.  Their imaginations were beautiful they had all sorts of ideas of what went on in this forest.  They came to the conclusion that there must be hidden trolls, goblins  a few fairies for Averys liking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The adventure ended with zero frogs, but memories that will last for years to come.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-2562666939862097255?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/2562666939862097255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=2562666939862097255' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/2562666939862097255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/2562666939862097255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-kade.html' title='Happy Birthday Kade!!'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-KI7NKYf6U/Tlv_Ry7tK4I/AAAAAAAAA50/A4ZkimFCiUk/s72-c/IMG_0401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-971319071318268275</id><published>2011-08-22T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T12:47:44.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone Hess Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A Summer without a trip to Yellowstone and Jackson doesn't seem right. The whole Hess crew was there.  We stayed in West Yellowstone and bunkered down for a week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0561-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/IMG_0561-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mammoth Hot Springs is something I only need to see every half a century.  It's a long drive, stuck behind people who move as slow as a tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0357-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/IMG_0357-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lower Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0371-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/IMG_0371-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Hiked Mt. Washburn.  Kaden was our " Mountain Goat", he was the first one to get to the top.  It's a 3 mile Hike one way.  Kyle would ask him if he wanted to take a a rest and drink some water.  Kade would reply, " No, that would make us take longer." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0332-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/IMG_0332-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0576-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/IMG_0576-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to see was a Moose and Kyle wanted to see a wolf, it wasn't meant to be.  We saw a lot of Buffalo, elk, and Bald Eagles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/?action=view&amp;amp;current=911Tetons-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/911Tetons-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grand beautify of the Teton Mountains always amazes me.  The whole family went on a river raft ride down the Snake River.  Kade was worried that we would dive off a huge waterfall.  He has such an adventurous spirit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0528-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/IMG_0528-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What melts a heart more than a Daddy and his little girl.  These pictures speak love, happiness, cherished, jubilation and perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-971319071318268275?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/971319071318268275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=971319071318268275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/971319071318268275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/971319071318268275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2011/08/yellowstone.html' title='Yellowstone Hess Family Reunion'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-4773841056384907843</id><published>2011-07-28T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T11:11:08.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="198" src="http://www.freewebs.com/prnevus/cloaked%20figure.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The squeaking was faint, but discernable enough to wake the man.&amp;nbsp; He laid motionless, listening as it grew louder and more confident.&amp;nbsp; He fought back the emotions trying to rouse his body.&amp;nbsp; It was not uncommon for strange noises to echo through the walls of the old house, but this was different.&amp;nbsp; They seemed self aware, like they were trying to avoid detection.&amp;nbsp; His wife rustled beside him. &amp;nbsp;He could ignore it no longer. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Check out the rest of my new short story &lt;i&gt;Killing Secrets&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://thecrumpledroughdraft.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&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/2977557915140447533-4773841056384907843?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/4773841056384907843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=4773841056384907843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4773841056384907843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4773841056384907843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2011/07/killing-secrets.html' title='Killing Secrets'/><author><name>Kyle Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002385997207932412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-3438264846739272467</id><published>2011-06-09T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:34:29.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pROIM9YBStk/TfEeFl9UrzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/IJ0ZRUI1oOU/s1600/31446729.LoneRock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pROIM9YBStk/TfEeFl9UrzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/IJ0ZRUI1oOU/s320/31446729.LoneRock.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In the journey of life I came upon a space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;which rudely held for me, an agonizing place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After searching I found piece of solid stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and a note that read, “Make something of your own”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It stood so large, yet devoid of all remorse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My hammer made no cracks, regardless of its force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After hours of failing, I laid down my tools and asked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Why oh why, was I charged with such an impossible task?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“This stone is meant for changing, but not the kind you seek.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“For you should know by now that perfect cannot be tweaked.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Perfect?” I doubted, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“So then what would you have me do?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“As it has done to the greatest of us, you let the truth mold you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Truth?” I scoffed, “A stone so ugly couldn't hold something so dear.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“If you look with the eyes I gave you, you’ll have no reason to fear.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then I saw a beauty that caused a change deep inside my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;for when seen through Godly eyes, the truth makes all into His art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;-Kyle Hess&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&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/2977557915140447533-3438264846739272467?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/3438264846739272467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=3438264846739272467' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/3438264846739272467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/3438264846739272467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2011/06/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>Kyle Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002385997207932412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pROIM9YBStk/TfEeFl9UrzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/IJ0ZRUI1oOU/s72-c/31446729.LoneRock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-4489993599944489438</id><published>2011-04-08T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T20:41:00.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before &amp; After: Pretty and Pink bathroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KIFNSXo98Z4/TZ-Aycg9kKI/AAAAAAAAA4k/lH9Ur5YM8aU/s1600/Pink+Bathroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="451" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KIFNSXo98Z4/TZ-Aycg9kKI/AAAAAAAAA4k/lH9Ur5YM8aU/s640/Pink+Bathroom.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px;"&gt;During the messy processes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KIFNSXo98Z4/TZ-Aycg9kKI/AAAAAAAAA4k/lH9Ur5YM8aU/s1600/Pink+Bathroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593811061506842194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wjSYEQrHD8o/TaE1he3EHlI/AAAAAAAAAzg/VzAnxUEBcvg/s400/during.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 576px; width: 432px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593811215721276114" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DP_Kw-7x328/TaE1qdWpotI/AAAAAAAAAzo/JUqyeuF7nnc/s400/during%253Abathroom.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 576px; width: 432px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KIFNSXo98Z4/TZ-Aycg9kKI/AAAAAAAAA4k/lH9Ur5YM8aU/s1600/Pink+Bathroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The bathroom is done....it was no easy task.  Kyle did most of it, ok all of it!  He took a sledge hammer to the pretty pink walls for hours and hours.  I packed up the kids and left, it was L*O*U*D.  I know this vintage pink bathroom is all the rage/trend right now.  I didn't love it.  I tried.  There is a blog dedicated to saving pink bathrooms, they would be so disappointed in me. check it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://savethepinkbathrooms.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.  If you have one of the lucky 5 million homes built with a pink bathroom between 1946-1966.  You may just want to preserve each and every tile, you can sell them for good money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Don't mind the disgusting dirty water in the tub, it wouldn't drain and there was a slow drip in the faucet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RG4h7OiaR5Y/TZ-Qp3hjs6I/AAAAAAAAA4s/5ImpwN4jFGo/s1600/after.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="534" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RG4h7OiaR5Y/TZ-Qp3hjs6I/AAAAAAAAA4s/5ImpwN4jFGo/s640/after.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpwZej-zvhU/TZ-WE_N5oLI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ytv5u-T8vpM/s1600/newbathroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpwZej-zvhU/TZ-WE_N5oLI/AAAAAAAAA4w/ytv5u-T8vpM/s1600/newbathroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is the end result.  They pictures aren't the greatest, color is off on a few but you get the point.  I love the new updated look. &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/2977557915140447533-4489993599944489438?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/4489993599944489438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=4489993599944489438' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4489993599944489438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4489993599944489438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2011/04/before-after.html' title='Before &amp; After: Pretty and Pink bathroom'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KIFNSXo98Z4/TZ-Aycg9kKI/AAAAAAAAA4k/lH9Ur5YM8aU/s72-c/Pink+Bathroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-625572143156176326</id><published>2011-03-17T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:08:54.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uPm7UdXkRTc/TYIuhgxGpRI/AAAAAAAAA4A/xEBqtXVDTPY/s1600/images+%25285%2529.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uPm7UdXkRTc/TYIuhgxGpRI/AAAAAAAAA4A/xEBqtXVDTPY/s640/images+%25285%2529.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kade was ecstatic when I picked him up from pre-school yesterday. &amp;nbsp;He couldn't wait to show me his trap, that is a " Leprechaun trap." He is 100% confident that he is going to show up today and have a Leprechaun caught. I couldn't tell him it is just pretend, he would be crushed. &amp;nbsp;He couldn't stop talking about this Leprechaun and all the wishes he is going to ask him. &amp;nbsp;After I put him to bed I heard him for 45 minutes talking about his Leprechaun. &amp;nbsp;He would burst out with laughter thinking about his sweet little green Leprechaun. &amp;nbsp;I sure hope Miss May, doesn't disappoint this very eager little man today. &amp;nbsp; Last night I went to his room to make sure he was snug and tight in bed, and one last kiss of course. What I found was priceless, &amp;nbsp;Kade had his bed made, pillows placed perfectly on top. &amp;nbsp;He was on top of the bed completely&amp;nbsp;dressed, green shirt, jeans, socks and shoes ready to go see his Leprechaun. &amp;nbsp;There wasn't going to be anytime to was today. &amp;nbsp;He is driving me a little crazy this morning. "Mom how much longer, how many more minutes, can we go to school yet?" &amp;nbsp;Happy Saint Patricks Day, Kade! We are the luckiest parents to have you in our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-625572143156176326?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/625572143156176326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=625572143156176326' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/625572143156176326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/625572143156176326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2011/03/kade-was-ecstatic-when-i-picked-him-up.html' title=''/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uPm7UdXkRTc/TYIuhgxGpRI/AAAAAAAAA4A/xEBqtXVDTPY/s72-c/images+%25285%2529.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-7722054023009926230</id><published>2011-03-04T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T14:37:57.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Optimist!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SPKuzLKezNA/TXFX4PybC1I/AAAAAAAAAcM/1ab0YcDyM58/s1600/Lumber-Car-A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SPKuzLKezNA/TXFX4PybC1I/AAAAAAAAAcM/1ab0YcDyM58/s1600/Lumber-Car-A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Initially&amp;nbsp;you might think this person is crazy, but if you look deeper you're likely to find an&amp;nbsp;optimist.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Just put it in the passenger's seat," that was the comment that made me laugh. . . Hard. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;That was her suggestion&lt;/i&gt;. "Just push back the seat all the way and slide it in." &amp;nbsp;Oh, it was so funny, I couldn't stop. &amp;nbsp;Rarely do I laugh because though MaRea has many strange ideas they're normally pretty good. &amp;nbsp;I continued this for a few minutes insisting that it would never fit, but she wouldn't budge. &amp;nbsp;She didn't doubt her idea, in fact she started giggling at my reaction. &amp;nbsp;After a few minutes of dragging my feet and her repeated&amp;nbsp;insistence&amp;nbsp;that I measure, I agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to this point because I was nervous about loading a refrigerator and a dishwasher home from SLC that we bought on KSL.com. &amp;nbsp;I brought up the problem with space in the bed of the truck due to its CNG tank. &amp;nbsp;At that point she made the laughable suggestion to "just put it in the passenger's seat", &lt;i&gt;it,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;being the dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait to confirm the ridiculousness of her suggestion, but as I measured the opening of the passenger's door that terrible feeling bubbled up as my inner most&amp;nbsp;demon. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I could&amp;nbsp;be wrong.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;It was close. . . too close. &amp;nbsp;In fact if I had to make it fit I probably could have. &amp;nbsp;Disheveled,&amp;nbsp;I meandered back inside to mumble my findings. &amp;nbsp;After a humbling moment of listening to her gloat she suggested I measure the bed of the truck just to make sure. &amp;nbsp;I, of course, rejected saying both would not fit. &amp;nbsp;Well they did, and I got both the dishwasher and the fridge home without incident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this moment I realized how deeply rooted a pessimist I am, and I hated it. &amp;nbsp;Both times MaRea made her suggestions I didn't even consider that either may work, I just began&amp;nbsp;rationalizing&amp;nbsp;why neither would work.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I didn't even consider if my reasoning was truthful. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was amazing, for the first time I clearly understood how my brain works. What a debilitating syndrome!! &amp;nbsp;Only when I have successfully passed through every negative scenario, especially though fabricated in my mind, will I proceed on a given path. &amp;nbsp;At that moment I lamented all the possible opportunities I've missed out on because of my predetermined&amp;nbsp;pessimism. &amp;nbsp;Likewise, I can easily look back at the good in my life and attribute where I allowed&amp;nbsp;optimism&amp;nbsp;to rule. &amp;nbsp;So here's to going forward as an optimist and asking without shame, WHY NOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you are wanting to make the change a good idea is to surround yourself with optimists. &amp;nbsp;If you're lucky, like me, you married one, if not they are always easy to spot (just don't honk at them, it could be dangerous).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-7722054023009926230?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/7722054023009926230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=7722054023009926230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/7722054023009926230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/7722054023009926230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2011/03/optimism-has-no-shame.html' title='Future Optimist!!'/><author><name>Kyle Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002385997207932412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SPKuzLKezNA/TXFX4PybC1I/AAAAAAAAAcM/1ab0YcDyM58/s72-c/Lumber-Car-A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-5537470846663336840</id><published>2011-03-01T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T14:23:12.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Dishes??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 9.72222px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fWU2-bNnOLI/TW0cMD4bQuI/AAAAAAAAA38/BIooEIQTf_8/s1600/TSP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fWU2-bNnOLI/TW0cMD4bQuI/AAAAAAAAA38/BIooEIQTf_8/s1600/TSP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;( Buy at Lowe's in the paint section)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you been cursing your dishwasher?  It's not your dishwasher.  In July they started a ban in sixteen states of the sale of dishwasher detergent that contains high levels of phosphates. The&amp;nbsp;environmentalist thought it was best to keep our dishes dirty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;States instituting the rule include Illinois, Indiana, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, Montana, New Hampshire, Ohio, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Utah, Vermont, Virginia, Washington and Wisconsin.  If there is a way around government control I will find  it. I planed a trip across the broder to buy some detergent that actually cleans the dishes.  Come to find out, most of the dishwasher detergents have taken all the phosphate out of their detergent, making them worthless. Cascade is the worst. I'm sure the government paid them millions of dollars to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Solution, to your dirty dishes awaits you in Lowe's paint aisle.  It is Called TSP. Add a teaspoon of powder in with your detergent. If you use powdered detergent put in 1/3 cup and mix it in. Play around with how much works best with your detergent and dishwasher. Everyone head on over to Lowe's and buy as much TSP that will fit in your over sized SUV;)! I will make sure my fellow Tea Party buddies receive a nicely wrapped box of TSP on their doorstep.  I plan on being a human billboard for this solution.  Once the word gets out, sales volume of TSP is going to sky rocket. If you disagree with the use of TSP you are welcome to come and pre wash all my dishes before I put them in the dishwasher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9.02778px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9.02778px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-5537470846663336840?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/5537470846663336840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=5537470846663336840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/5537470846663336840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/5537470846663336840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2011/03/dirty-dishes.html' title='Dirty Dishes??'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fWU2-bNnOLI/TW0cMD4bQuI/AAAAAAAAA38/BIooEIQTf_8/s72-c/TSP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-5636118518144333935</id><published>2011-02-23T22:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T09:02:22.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidents' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-MJzNfkFjc/TWX0tsYiOzI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/gYBDTOFkrcA/s800/sledding1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 432px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577132779413584690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Presidents' Day was the best day of the year!  I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day.  The sun was out, my kids had smiles on their faces, children giggling, and we each had our own sled.  Old Main Hill is no small sledding hill, I had small butterflies in my stomach.  Kade had the time of his life.  He got a little tired walking up the huge hill.  He slept good Monday night.  Avery would say, "again again" with a excitement in her voice.  Kyle was extremely good looking on that warm day, I caught myself checking him out several times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5yoSQ1lt01g/TWX0uHiGaPI/AAAAAAAAAyY/6ua5Pp95b40/s800/SLedding.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 576px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577132786701461746" /&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/2977557915140447533-5636118518144333935?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/5636118518144333935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=5636118518144333935' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/5636118518144333935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/5636118518144333935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2011/02/presidents-day.html' title='Presidents&apos; Day'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-MJzNfkFjc/TWX0tsYiOzI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/gYBDTOFkrcA/s72-c/sledding1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-6775076437112981511</id><published>2011-02-17T13:24:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T15:19:07.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I'm An Addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fZj_qXKpx5I/TV2mzIIzJgI/AAAAAAAAAyI/WVPXLI7Z5JY/s1600/thrift1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 576px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fZj_qXKpx5I/TV2mzIIzJgI/AAAAAAAAAyI/WVPXLI7Z5JY/s400/thrift1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574795311042471426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My addiction is out of control, I find it controlling my thoughts as I'm drifting to sleep, I can't wait to get my next fix, it calms my nerves, I'm instantly wearing a massive smile when I enter.  I wonder if they have a thrift store anonymous counseling group,....Ok I don't think I need to go to that level of therapy yet. It all started years and years ago visiting the DI with my Aunt Lillian, she is the most talented thrift store shopper I know.  I knew I was addicted to thrift stores when I had gone twice within a 24 hour period.  I had positioned and item a certain way when I left, when I went back the next day it had not been touched. Savers in SLC is one of my favorite thrift stores.  Personally I think the DI is way overpriced.  Several times I have bargained a better price on an item at the DI, it's true, and I'm not ashamed of it. I could do without the smell that permeates through every thrift store I have entered, the price I pay to find an antique chair.   I can't decide if it's the best therapy I have, or if I need therapy for an excessive shopping addiction:).  I will go with, its outstanding personal therapy that is practically free, ok almost;)! Who else is addicted?&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/2977557915140447533-6775076437112981511?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/6775076437112981511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=6775076437112981511' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/6775076437112981511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/6775076437112981511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-addict.html' title='I&apos;m An Addict'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fZj_qXKpx5I/TV2mzIIzJgI/AAAAAAAAAyI/WVPXLI7Z5JY/s72-c/thrift1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-6391418844449921070</id><published>2011-02-16T08:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:49:26.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Adorable Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hsCC2NryZ8g/TVv8umrAoAI/AAAAAAAAAxA/x7Tzx7fc_vE/s1600/IMG_5598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 460px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hsCC2NryZ8g/TVv8umrAoAI/AAAAAAAAAxA/x7Tzx7fc_vE/s320/IMG_5598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574326841386246146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kade has been ecstatic about going to his Valentines Party at school for three weeks.  He couldn't wait to get in his "Handsome Clothes." I must say he is one Handsome little man.   I hate how fast he is growing up.  Avery got dressed up in her Valentines best to take daddy out on a Valentines lunch date, so cute.  She has become completely insane over dresses and pink,.....sigh! I have to convince this little one that other colors are pink like, red.  I lie to her.  I figure I can fix whatever damage I do.  Her colors might not be spot on after I convince her of how versatile the color pink can be.  This cheesy grin smiley is so typical of our Avery.  We are absolutely in love with our Valentines.  Happy Valentines week, you know it last all week, every good holiday does!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-6391418844449921070?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/6391418844449921070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=6391418844449921070' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/6391418844449921070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/6391418844449921070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-adorable-valentines.html' title='My Adorable Valentines'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hsCC2NryZ8g/TVv8umrAoAI/AAAAAAAAAxA/x7Tzx7fc_vE/s72-c/IMG_5598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-1031675598950225819</id><published>2011-02-14T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:53:32.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day Poem: To MaRea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g6zEWJ1FnoQ/TVl4S-SiffI/AAAAAAAAAww/e_roHP50YeE/s1600/RTWEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 460px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g6zEWJ1FnoQ/TVl4S-SiffI/AAAAAAAAAww/e_roHP50YeE/s320/RTWEB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573618281201434098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; "&gt;Empires have crumbled beyond utter demise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Based on the potential of Its most glorious prize.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Others have risen above all else imaginable,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hoping to grasp just a portion of what’s possible.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Great rulers have kneeled with heads hanging low,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;To honor the glory of Its wondrous glow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The heartless have climbed mountainous peaks,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Looking for the change their void-filling seeks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The world has been searched from end to end,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;For the soul healing power, It has to lend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Yet It has never hidden nor does It deny,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The willing and able to stand by its side.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;To the Greatest, It came easiest of all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;And for It He suffered, to His Father he did call.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Though by Itself, It occasionally stands,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;It will soon be met by those glorious Hands.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;It is the purpose of life and also life’s cause,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;To become who He expects during this fleeting pause.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;But somehow you’ve obtained more than the limit,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;And spread It freely without exhaustion or benefit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;As a benefactor of your perfectly endless supply,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My muscles are strengthened, my head is held high.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Because I know I’m worthy of Eternity’s only reward,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I will dream big, for everything is what Love can afford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Pristina;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;                                                                               -Love Kyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2977557915140447533-1031675598950225819?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g6zEWJ1FnoQ/TVl4S-SiffI/AAAAAAAAAww/e_roHP50YeE/s72-c/RTWEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-6698953294757358582</id><published>2011-01-29T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:00:56.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Project: Toning &amp; Glazing Cabinets</title><content type='html'>After removing, cleaning and sanding lightly our cabinets looked like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TUT8QugwbEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/5r06IwO7i4o/s1600/IMG_5581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TUT8QugwbEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/5r06IwO7i4o/s400/IMG_5581.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then with a somewhat intimidating round of spraying toner to add color we had this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TUT8RLnDUFI/AAAAAAAAAb4/7qcVWy8daG0/s1600/IMG_5585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TUT8RLnDUFI/AAAAAAAAAb4/7qcVWy8daG0/s400/IMG_5585.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a coat of polyurethane dried, we added the glaze. &amp;nbsp;We still have a few more coats of polyurethane to go. &amp;nbsp;And with a lot more practice the rest will look even better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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type='text'>I know MaRea is crazy because. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She gets nervous during the holidays that family activities will prevent her from doing this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TTnoMKDc0yI/AAAAAAAAAa4/zmSyEIhfZx8/s1600/IMG_0809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TTnoMKDc0yI/AAAAAAAAAa4/zmSyEIhfZx8/s400/IMG_0809.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or at 10:30 at night she decides to do this:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TTnog4wKdJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/McLtqoJRIbk/s1600/IMG_0865.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TTnog4wKdJI/AAAAAAAAAbU/McLtqoJRIbk/s320/IMG_0865.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TTnohkMJa0I/AAAAAAAAAbY/m-a9z2Ms1EU/s1600/IMG_0866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TTnohkMJa0I/AAAAAAAAAbY/m-a9z2Ms1EU/s320/IMG_0866.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or she strips wallpaper in a house with no heat and outside temps below freezing . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or she leaves the house close to midnight to deliver a few coupons. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or she stays awake because she is too excited about applying labels to everything. . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I love her craziness because without it&amp;nbsp;our house wouldn't look like &amp;nbsp;. . . &amp;nbsp;(pics pending completion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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I didn't finish it in time to submit it, so I thou&lt;/span&gt;ght I'd put it up here.  The theme was a fictional story about the pioneers or early days in the church.  Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/TN2329vJXhI/AAAAAAAAAwY/LYa63DbGnwA/s320/fr%2Bcopy.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538785271648706066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Freckles and Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;The glare of the rising sun made the small figure seem miles away.  A loud whistle woke the sauntering old mare into a gallop and less than 5 minutes later John could see a tattered blue dress, yellow-brown stockings and a set of long pigtails all of which belonged to a little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"Hey," he screamed as he pulled back on the reigns.  "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Startled the little girl stepped away from the river and squeezed her knitted doll close to her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"You can't get in that," John pointed to the seemingly innocent river.  "It's too cold; you'll freeze, and besides the current is too strong for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;He dismounted to the relief of the heavily panting mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"I just wanted a drink.  I am very thirsty." She said sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;John pulled the half full canteen from his saddle bag and dipped into the cold river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"Where are your parents?" He asked offering the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;She snatched the cold container and emptied nearly half of its contents.  When she finished she pointed to the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;She smiled and with a tone of a girl playing tea she said, "They said they were going to Zion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"Zion," John wiped the beads of sweat from his brow.  The word had a way of nagging him only second to his mother reminding him of his chores every 5 minutes.  His eyes focused on the mighty Rockies.  He shivered at the thought of passing over them a third time.  "That would truly be hell" he said under his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"So when will they be back?" The small freckles spotting both sides of her nose, her deep blue eyes and the innocent way she carried herself was very peculiar.  She stood there clinging to her doll, yet showing no signs of fear.  Her head bobbing slightly side to side and her feet fidgeted as if her shoes were denying her great desire to dance.  As he waited for her response John searched his limited memories for any hint of having met her before.  There was nothing.  This was the first time he had ever seen this little girl, or any girl even like her for that matter.  She was unique, and immediately he felt a certain bond with her.  It compared only to the bond with Jeffery.  He quickly brushed Jeffery from his thoughts, and the pain he felt by abandoning his kid brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"Not sure," Her response lacked any concern, "I haven't seen my mother in a few days, and I haven't seen my father in a very long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"What do you mean a very long time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"If I could remember when I saw him last I'd tell you silly."  She brushed the red yarn representing the dolls hair playfully.  "How much farther?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"Farther for what?" John pulled off his hat and began scratching his blond head.  He had never been so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"To Zion," She laughed, "What else would I be talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"The guy is pretty silly Molly."  She confided in her doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;John replaced his hat and sat in the dirt next to her and stared.  He stroked the soft blond hairs poking through his seventeen year old chin.  Such a simple question should not be the cause of such confusion.  As he forced his mind to accept what she was suggesting the little girl took a step towards the horse, set Molly neatly on a rock next to the sweaty animal and began hopping.  She continued this until she knocked the canteen from the bag.  Once the canteen was securely around her neck she picked up her brown leather satchel put Molly inside and then looked back at John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"I hope you don't mind," she motioned to the canteen.  Without further notice she started back up the trail John had just come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;He watched as she slowly made her way back up the hill.  The muscles in his body were irresponsive to her abrupt decision; they were confident that she would turn around any minute.  No person, let alone a little girl, would consciously make the decision she is making.  For five minutes he waited for any sign that she would turn around, but nothing.  It was inconceivable, and he was becoming angry.  He couldn't allow this.  He couldn't allow her to walk off to her death.  So he stood and ran after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"Hey what do you think you are doing?"  The question was finish just as he fell in stride with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"Walking, duh" she said giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"You can't just try and go through those mountains, you'll die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"No I won't."  Her words came without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;He threw his hands in the air completely befuddled.  "This is crazy," he said to himself.  Then he jumped in front of her and knelt down to her level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"I know you want to see your parents, but it is already late fall.  You are guaranteed to be caught in an early winter storm and you &lt;em&gt;WILL&lt;/em&gt; freeze to death."  His conjured up his best serious face.  "So you will come with me and I'll find a family for you to stay with until the first companies leave next spring."  He was now gently holding her shoulders hopeful that she would recognize her dire situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;She tapped her forefinger on her chin for a moment, making quite the show of her deep contemplation.  The she pulled Molly from her bag and whispered something.   After allowing Molly a moment to think she raised Molly to her ear and listened carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"No," She said with a smile and stepped around John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Once again John watched as this time she skipped up the trail singing one of the torturous hymns he's being trying to purge from his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"What do you mean, no?" He stopped her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"Listen, you."  She looked straight into his eyes.  "I was told that my parents would be in Zion.  And I am going there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"You'll never make it."  He said softly trying to appeal to her innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;She laughed, "You are silly, you think that God can't keep me safe.  You think that He would let me down. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Then she changed her tone again and looked deep into his eyes.  John felt her blue eyes penetrate into what spirit he had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"I'm very sorry for you mister. So, so, sorry."  The she wrapped her little arms around his neck and held him.  The embrace only lasted a moment, but John felt something he hadn't experience before.  She gently pushed him away and smiled at him.  It was a genuine love that he recognized, but couldn't place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"I. . uh." He could say nothing.  He saw the compassion in her eyes, the sorrow in her face, for to her it was him that was walking off to his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;She sidestepped him once again and continued humming.  She didn't look back.  He slowly turned and watched for a second time as she walked away.  But this was different.  He still knew that if she left now she wouldn't survive, and it would be his fault.  He turned back down the trail, his mind exploding with thoughts.  He passed the last handcart company a few days back.  If he hurried he could catch them.  But it would be too late to turn back east.  He would have to go back to Salt Lake for the winter.   The agony of giving up on his dreams, his freedom and his life were weighing down his every step.  Once he rose back into his saddle he saw her disappear behind a large outcropping of rocks.  He dropped his shoulders pulled back on the reigns, and after turning the horse around galloped back up the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"Get on," He reached down his hand as he pulled alongside her.  "I'll take you to the last company; they can help you find your parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;She reached her hand out and accepted the offer, and to his surprise she said, "I knew you'd come back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;They caught up with the company two days later and just as he reached the last wagon, a girl about his age turned and waited.  He felt a sharp pointing in his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"What," he asked his tiny passenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"I have to go," She whispered. "You know."  It took him a minute to recognize what her wrenched face was implying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"Oh," he said and helped her down.  She ran off into a cluster of trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;John walked up to the older girl who had turned around.  As he drew closer he could see in her eyes something eerily similar.  Small faded freckles, deep blue eyes and a smile that brought to life feelings he had never experienced.  Her reaction to him was just the same.  When the two teenagers came within a few steps of each other they stood motionless looking into each other's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"Hi," John muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"Hi," She replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"I'm looking for this girl's parents."  He pointed to the clump of trees she was using for privacy.  His words seemed to be coming from somewhere else.  He was too focused on her eyes to conjure any ability for a coherent sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;She smiled, acknowledging his request.  Then they waited for the little girl to emerge from the trees.  After a few more seconds, John passed along an awkward smile and ran towards the last place he saw her.  The girl followed.  As they turned around the largest tree he saw Molly lying on the dirt face down.  John picked up the doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"Molly?" He said inquisitively as he picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"How did you know my name?"  The girl asked in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;John turned to her revealing what he was holding.  Her mouth dropped open.  And she took the doll from his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"How did you get this?"  She examined the doll closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;"It was hers, the little girl's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Molly's eyes began to turn red.  As she held the doll close to her heart tears slowly formed.  "My name is Molly and I gave this doll to a little girl two days ago.  She was the sweetest thing I had ever met.  She was searching for her parents.  I had never seen her before, but it felt like I had known her all my life.  The way she looked at me.   Her eyes could see into my heart. It was like I was the one she was looking for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Molly wiped her tears with her sleeve. "After I gave her the doll I couldn't find her.  She sort of disappeared."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;The words prodded deep into John's heart, and the earlier memory of the little girl's compassionate hug flooded his mind.  He could now easily place the love he felt from her at that moment, it was that of finding something once thought to be  lost.  That is why she wasn't afraid, he thought.  She came for me.  To find &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;Her father.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Suddenly John's eyes opened to see his life clearly.  It was a flash, but everything came together perfectly clear.  Not only did he see what others had been trying to help him see, but he felt it deep inside.  His eyes flashed upward and his lips formed into a smile he'd been suppressing for 17 years.  A tiny face full of freckles and faith has just changed him forever, and it wouldn't be the last time that little girl would impact his life.  His eyes refocused on Molly and with full confidence he reached out his hand, "Hi Molly, my name is John."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Her face beaming, she interlocked her fingers with his and just as expected, they were a perfect fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-7906981651437854792?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/7906981651437854792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=7906981651437854792' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/7906981651437854792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/7906981651437854792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2010/11/freckles-and-faith.html' title='Freckles and Faith'/><author><name>Kyle Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002385997207932412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/TN2329vJXhI/AAAAAAAAAwY/LYa63DbGnwA/s72-c/fr%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-7015397509689928737</id><published>2010-11-08T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:53:51.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa's and Vomit</title><content type='html'>I held on as tightly an eight year old could, but my very unfamiliar cousin was unaware that the strings on the back of the saddle were not intended has handlebars for a second rider.  He decided to kick old Pal into high gear and that is when I bailed.  Unfortunately my ungraceful fall was face first into the recently cut alfalfa.  When Grandpa Myler saw me lying on the couch he said what any Idaho-aged farmer would say, "What the hell are you doing? Quit your crying and get back out there."  As the youngest of 7 children I don't have many memories with either of my grandfathers, but those I do have I will cherish forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TNg7llwBg8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/wTs-307gqV4/s1600/BrentKh.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TNg7llwBg8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/wTs-307gqV4/s200/BrentKh.JPG" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa Hess 1989&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month marks 5 years since my father has passed away.  The last few years of his life were wrought with pain, discomfort and despair.  It was extremely difficult for all of us to see how such a large, strong man could be decimated by disease.  In February of that year he had his second open heart surgery to replace a valve.  Against all our hopes he never fully recovered from this surgery.  He was in and out of the hospital from that time until his passing in November.  Kade was born that same year in August and though I knew that he would never know who my dad really was, I hoped that Kaden would grow old enough to at least remember him.  As we neared the day of Kaden's blessing I became even more concerned that his health would prevent my dad from participating.  But by some miracle both of Kaden's grandfather's stood in the circle that day.  It wasn't much, but Kaden will always know that his grandpa Hess was there for him that day.  I will always be saddened that Kaden will have to wait until after this life to be with grandpa Hess, for he was a truly great man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TNg2EbPBOAI/AAAAAAAAAZs/OOvzzH_BDb4/s1600/IMG_4013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TNg2EbPBOAI/AAAAAAAAAZs/OOvzzH_BDb4/s320/IMG_4013.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa Thatcher 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My sadness for that loss has been quelled this weekend by the loving acts of his other grandpa.  As we sat in the kitchen Saturday Sid said, "I think I'll go down to California."  In a not so serious manner I replied, "Oh good you can take Kaden with you."  So an hour later there we were loading their brand new car full of treats and movies to keep Kaden occupied for the 12 hour drive.  MaRea and I were excited for the opportunity that Kaden had to have Grandpa Thatcher all to himself.  MaRea was especially excited for she knew how much fun a road trip with Grandpa was.  We anxiously waited to hear about their trip.  The next morning when we called Sid and asked about their drive, to our surprise, he said it didn't go so good.  Kaden had vomited in their brand new car.  I began to get very nervous that it made the trip miserable for Sid, but before we could beg his forgiveness for our weak stomached boy he said, "Its all our fault.  We fed him all sorts of crap.  And when we stopped I got him some more crap.  I never got anything healthy for him."  You could tell in his voice that he was sincere and that he wasn't disgusted by the mess Kaden made, he was only concerned about helping him.  After a stop to clean up what he could of the disaster, Kaden fell asleep and they finished the drive.  As we talked with Sid he was happy to report that Kaden's carseat had been stripped, washed and was hanging out to dry, and with what seemed like a bit more pride that Kaden was the first kid awake that morning.  Of course Kaden was off playing with his cousins and had no interest in talking to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing that your children are loved by others may be the most gratifying experience as a parent.  But to see those acts of love in motion will endure the doer of such acts to your heart forever.  I will be forever grateful that Kaden will have this memory and many others with a Grandpa that will be there for him, teaching him, loving him and of course making him laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2977557915140447533-7015397509689928737?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/7015397509689928737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=7015397509689928737' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/7015397509689928737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/7015397509689928737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2010/11/grandpas-and-vomit.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s and Vomit'/><author><name>Kyle Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002385997207932412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TNg7llwBg8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/wTs-307gqV4/s72-c/BrentKh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-6719869623280295269</id><published>2010-10-04T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T08:27:28.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>General Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Inspiring words, chicken fettucine alfredo, cinimmon rolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; General conference was perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/TKpMEdkBanI/AAAAAAAAA1U/un57XI6DB7U/s1600/IMG_9582RTWB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/TKpMEdkBanI/AAAAAAAAA1U/un57XI6DB7U/s640/IMG_9582RTWB.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Could Kyle be any more attractive than making Cinnimon rolls, nope! They are to die for.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle, is the baker in the house, too cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/TKpLRdj1ZaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/7tA3c_8zvsE/s1600/IMG_9581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/TKpLRdj1ZaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/7tA3c_8zvsE/s640/IMG_9581.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/TKpLjYugGTI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/fud1SDO7pDM/s1600/IMG_9591.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/TKpLjYugGTI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/fud1SDO7pDM/s640/IMG_9591.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-6719869623280295269?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/6719869623280295269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=6719869623280295269' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/6719869623280295269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/6719869623280295269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2010/10/general-conference.html' title='General Conference'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/TKpMEdkBanI/AAAAAAAAA1U/un57XI6DB7U/s72-c/IMG_9582RTWB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-8586332935692424502</id><published>2010-06-17T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:39:11.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I married a Maven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/TBq1kn7quJI/AAAAAAAAAvk/1qoHM7pVlYA/s1600/IMG_6062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/TBq1kn7quJI/AAAAAAAAAvk/1qoHM7pVlYA/s320/IMG_6062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483895137076164754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;There we were, MaRea, her friend, three or four giddy kids, and me.  The line into &lt;a href="http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-late-post-better-late-than.html"&gt;Lego Land&lt;/a&gt; wasn't very long, but my "theme park anxiety" was growing.  On occasion I experience an uneasy feeling when we pass through a ticket counter, register or checkout line.  This was one of those occasions.  At this point MaRea, who never gets that feeling, was shining with pride, because her plan for half price entrance was seconds away from fruition.  Then without any warning she approaches couple with two small kids and offers them the remaining spots in our coupons.  Once pass the awkwardness of her invitation they gladly joined our group.  After a short explanation to the confused teenager behind the glass, all ten of us enter the park for the price of five.  You should have seen the smiles on those parent's face.  I bet they enjoyed their time at Lego Land more than expected that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This story has many versions with MaRea, unfortunately I don't remember them all, but she will.  Also if you asked her about, her shampoo deal, her washer and dryer, her Iphones, her Progresso soup, her Toaster Strudels, Dyson, never ending boxes of cereal, . . . (you get the point), she'd have an equally amazing story about the price, location, effort and result of the deal.  One time we bought $600 of groceries for less than $30, (I'm sure she'll correct my numbers later).  Most of you already know this about MaRea, but what amazed me was last night about 11:30pm I finally put a name to her obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is a "Marketplace Maven."  I read this term in Malcom Gladwell's book "The Tipping Point."  He describes a Maven as an "information broker" or someone who is "almost pathologically helpful."  There you have it, that's my wife, "pathologically helpful."  She can't help it.  She can't allow someone to overpay or get less than they should.  She will speak up, she will email, call, text or even come to your house if necessary to share her information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At times I wondered if this ever annoys people, but after reading Gladwell's description I've realized a greater appreciation for MaRea.  She never gives her advice or help expecting anything in return.  This is not about her feeling good.  It is about helping everyone else.  If you ask her how much you should pay for (insert any arbitrary item) she will either give you exact details, or spend her first available minute on the internet finding out.  I have many times sat by as she has helped someone who didn't seem interested .  It doesn't matter, she'll still help.  She isn't trying to brag or make herself seem over important.  An opportunity to help is never passed, even if the one being helped is extremely wealthy.  Even the rich need a deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know everyone of you at one point have benefitted from her efforts.  Just take a minute and think, it may have been a while ago or maybe you brushed off her help as unnecessary, but if you try hard enough I bet that most all of you can think of at least one thing she has told you, showed you, or done for that has saved you a lot of money, time or effort.  I urge you not to take our own "marketplace maven" for granted.  If you do not seek her help or knowledge she will hunt you down and give it to you, because it WILL be of benefit.  And next time she calls you with some juicy nuggets, be aware that she has probably spent a few hours researching those nuggets just with you in mind.  If you don't take her seriously, you might run the risk of losing what would be a great benefit in your life.  Next time you get a call or a text from her, I urge you to sit up straight, put down the remote or book, grab a pen and paper, because what she has to share should not be taken lightly.  If you are one of the lucky ones she has helped take a minute and tell us how.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So to my beloved Marketplace Maven, thanks for all you do for us.  We know it costs you sleepless nights, anxiety and some miserable trips to the store, but we are forever grateful and will continue to seek your counsel, for surely there is wisdom to be had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-8586332935692424502?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/8586332935692424502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=8586332935692424502' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/8586332935692424502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/8586332935692424502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-married-maven.html' title='I married a Maven!'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/TBq1kn7quJI/AAAAAAAAAvk/1qoHM7pVlYA/s72-c/IMG_6062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-1443139395438909671</id><published>2010-06-02T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:28:38.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Havasupai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TAbV4UbeEeI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/MIr7NYfc-_c/s640/Picture+157.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TAbWsYTavoI/AAAAAAAAAWo/fb3qjNSmlHI/s1600/Picture+148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TAbWsYTavoI/AAAAAAAAAWo/fb3qjNSmlHI/s640/Picture+148.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-1443139395438909671?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/1443139395438909671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=1443139395438909671' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/1443139395438909671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/1443139395438909671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2010/06/havasupai.html' title='Havasupai'/><author><name>Kyle Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002385997207932412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/TAbUYdJRkoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OtnS7V0Nxuk/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-5724317238994631035</id><published>2010-05-03T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T16:00:43.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Easter Party&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BZ1MgrR8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/P5MjQ9HmlTk/s1600/avery-bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BZ1MgrR8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/P5MjQ9HmlTk/s1600/avery-bunny.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BZ1MgrR8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/P5MjQ9HmlTk/s800/avery-bunny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467468718054000578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery made a really cute little bunny, for a minute.  She had such a fun time eating candy and playing with the big kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BWS-XnprI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ouqBN9MfUsc/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BWS-XnprI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ouqBN9MfUsc/s800/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467464831607482034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marsha had a killer Easter Party for the kids.  These little cupcakes were to die for,  coconut makes everything good.  Such cute ides for cupcakes, bird nest, baby chick, and a rabbit.  It was activity after activity of complete joy.  They made an easter basket out of ribbon and paper plates, colored eggs,  hit a pinata, played games, and decorated cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BWR_0VIoI/AAAAAAAAAko/9yAzWVsq9-U/s1600/avery+cupcke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand; src=" com="" _dnwgrugflqe="" bwr_0vioi="" aaaaaaaaako="" u="" s800="" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467464814816469634" src="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;amp;postID=5724317238994631035" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little bunny, would eat the candy off the cupcake as fast as I put it on.  I don't blame her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S98exuixcZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/QNF4gW-kh_8/s1600/Avery1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S98exuixcZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/QNF4gW-kh_8/s800/Avery1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467122312307372434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Aquarium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BoO8JsNbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vtdKNOxqTEo/s1600/kade-avery-max.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BoO8JsNbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vtdKNOxqTEo/s800/kade-avery-max.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467484553502012850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;We had a great time at the Aquarium with Max and Hudson.  I think it is such a wonderful thing that our kids get to see and handle mother nature.  You can touch the sting ray, star fish and other stinky wet things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BUCwevs3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/E1nrUWnAaAc/s1600/Avery-Hudson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BUCwevs3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/E1nrUWnAaAc/s800/Avery-Hudson.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467462353978110834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two already have the hots for each other.   How could they not they are both the cutest kids alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BUCDBBZTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/CGw339NnLGs/s1600/avery-eal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BUCDBBZTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/CGw339NnLGs/s800/avery-eal.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467462341773845810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery could not get enough of the aquarium.  She was talking up a storm.  If only I new what she was saying.  Her sweet little voice with complete and utter amazement of all  Gods creations.  Such gratitude these little souls show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BUBirhiVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/6hM1UnFiDRE/s1600/avery-aquarim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BUBirhiVI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/6hM1UnFiDRE/s800/avery-aquarim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467462333093742930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little monkey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Baby Animal Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S98eyyhdnCI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/SWakG1SJRoE/s1600/avery3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BRoZVqj3I/AAAAAAAAAkA/PzyWoHzKqbs/s1600/kade-mountainman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BRoZVqj3I/AAAAAAAAAkA/PzyWoHzKqbs/s800/kade-mountainman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467459702066155378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved this old Mountain Man, doesn't he look so authentic!   Kade was a little intimidated by his stature.  He was unsure about getting that close, he manned up and got a quick photo.   I love the passion Kade has for life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BRnoxCsII/AAAAAAAAAj4/fYr9S4zKAaY/s1600/babychick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BRnoxCsII/AAAAAAAAAj4/fYr9S4zKAaY/s800/babychick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467459689027645570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet little &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;baby duck&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BRnLpFtiI/AAAAAAAAAjw/6FdGHwBIgnM/s1600/Baby+animal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BRnLpFtiI/AAAAAAAAAjw/6FdGHwBIgnM/s800/Baby+animal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467459681209660962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who would think that a baby calf is cool, when you see them everywhere?   Kade loved, this stinky, dirty animal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BRmm4SdlI/AAAAAAAAAjo/qcSj0eiqcI4/s1600/Kadepig.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BRmm4SdlI/AAAAAAAAAjo/qcSj0eiqcI4/s800/Kadepig.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467459671341299282" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; Pigs are such ugly little things, but we all think they are cute, weird?  I loved watching Kade immerse himself in the joy and innocence of new life.   Spring, what a beautiful time of year, it brings hope, new life, light, warmth, and kids playing outside.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S9-bd5HxALI/AAAAAAAAAjg/0YLpEDT2Lak/s1600/vegas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Girls Vegas Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S9-bd5HxALI/AAAAAAAAAjg/0YLpEDT2Lak/s1600/vegas1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S9-bd5HxALI/AAAAAAAAAjg/0YLpEDT2Lak/s800/vegas1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467259410502975666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a wonderful time leaving our kids and husbands at home and chilling with nothing to do but, relax!  I loved sitting by the pool with treats, drinks, music, and great friends.   My most favorite part of any trip is to people watch.  I could do that all day long, people are so interesting.  Thanks Jill, for the sweet hook-up at the Venetian hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S9-bdNPxXOI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Wrjm_ZbPYIo/s1600/vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S9-bdNPxXOI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Wrjm_ZbPYIo/s800/vegas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467259398725393634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Happy Anniversary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BxQDWkP4I/AAAAAAAAAlw/G3zrIQcgWqU/s1600/Kyle-marea.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BxQfNtwaI/AAAAAAAAAl4/d-EEdJT5lfM/s1600/Honymoon+etc+056+(2).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2977557915140447533-5724317238994631035?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/5724317238994631035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=5724317238994631035' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/5724317238994631035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/5724317238994631035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2010/05/april-overload.html' title='April Overload'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S-BZ1MgrR8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/P5MjQ9HmlTk/s72-c/avery-bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-1417695123920632573</id><published>2010-04-01T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:36:34.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skiing The Beav</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TopqPvngI/AAAAAAAAAgw/gqprqODDWrc/s3200/skiingfamilyweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TopqPvngI/AAAAAAAAAgw/gqprqODDWrc/s800/skiingfamilyweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455240851065118210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We took the kids up skiing to Beaver Mountain Saturday.   It was the perfect day for skiing, I was in my element of pure joy! It was my favorite memory of our family to date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TQWTgE1tI/AAAAAAAAAgY/m07rqKXYRgM/s1600/Skiingkylemareaweb.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TQWTgE1tI/AAAAAAAAAgY/m07rqKXYRgM/s800/Skiingkylemareaweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455214130263021266" /&gt;Kade just wanted to go down Little Beaver FAST! He had no interest in turning or stopping to take any pictures.  That is his angry face, such a cute boy.  Avery is not smiling at the moment but she loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TQWTgE1tI/AAAAAAAAAgY/m07rqKXYRgM/s1600/Skiingkylemareaweb.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TQVx4BGjI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Gc8dtndNbrc/s1600/skkingweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TQVx4BGjI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Gc8dtndNbrc/s1600/skkingweb.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TQVx4BGjI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Gc8dtndNbrc/s800/skkingweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455214121236634162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is only his 2nd time going and he LOVED every minute of it.  I was a little amazed at how well he did.  He is not the most coordinated child so I was worried that we would be staying on the magic carpet all day.  The thing I love about Kaden is his attitude about everything.  He is so determined to learn and be happy doing so.  He had a huge smile on his face all day,  I love that little man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TO-SnLAsI/AAAAAAAAAgA/cGFWDdr7ao8/s1600/skiing2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TO-SnLAsI/AAAAAAAAAgA/cGFWDdr7ao8/s800/skiing2web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455212618195862210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could not get enough of Avery on skis.  It was so cute she would giggle as we would ski down the mountain.  She was so happy all day.  She went without a single nap and never cried once.  I caught her zoning out a few times.  The lifties said she was the youngest they had seen on skis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TO9tTCiuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Rrz6zH2kxuE/s1600/skiing4web.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TbZju2dvI/AAAAAAAAAgo/tpcmULKPkaQ/s1600/skiing3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TbZju2dvI/AAAAAAAAAgo/tpcmULKPkaQ/s800/skiing3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455226280787474162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this picture of Kyle and Avery it was worth a thousand words.  I knew I would love it.  There are some pictures you just take and know they will be great.  All my hopes for this picture were shattered.  My camera settings got changed on accident resulting in an overexposed picture:(!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TO9tTCiuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Rrz6zH2kxuE/s1600/skiing4web.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TO9tTCiuI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Rrz6zH2kxuE/s800/skiing4web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455212608179309282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It It was The Big Air day at Beaver Mountain.  They had ski races and pond skimming. Avery had a good time chilling out with all the ski bums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TO9KLmqFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/qi4w6BtZgvQ/s1600/skiingweb.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TO9KLmqFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/qi4w6BtZgvQ/s800/skiingweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455212598752880722" /&gt;I&lt;/a&gt; loved watching these two ski together oh, so sweet!&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TRXSS44uI/AAAAAAAAAgg/bYpLxfpZFC0/s1600/averyweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TRXSS44uI/AAAAAAAAAgg/bYpLxfpZFC0/s1600/averyweb.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TRXSS44uI/AAAAAAAAAgg/bYpLxfpZFC0/s800/averyweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455215246630773474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This NEVER happens, Avery has maybe fallen asleep in the car 4 times.  It was a sight to see.  I think we need to take her up skiing more often!&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/2977557915140447533-1417695123920632573?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/1417695123920632573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=1417695123920632573' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/1417695123920632573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/1417695123920632573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2010/04/skiing.html' title='Skiing The Beav'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S7TopqPvngI/AAAAAAAAAgw/gqprqODDWrc/s72-c/skiingfamilyweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-1095443405037255485</id><published>2010-03-18T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:38:46.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Saint Patricks Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/S6LqJJgKayI/AAAAAAAAAss/QqRerku3LUI/s1600-h/brynleesaint2-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/S6LqJJgKayI/AAAAAAAAAss/QqRerku3LUI/s640/brynleesaint2-copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450175941962263330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brynlee&lt;/span&gt; with her Saint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Patricks&lt;/span&gt; Crown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/S6LMubO8DxI/AAAAAAAAArk/-F27g1znz8k/s640/avery-saintcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450143597028183826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; text-align: center; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doning&lt;/span&gt; her sideways smile.  She looks just like little Cindy Lou Who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/S6LmZTQYDTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/J88EROhYiyQ/s1600-h/IMG_2342+(1).JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/S6LmZTQYDTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/J88EROhYiyQ/s1600-h/IMG_2342+(1).JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/S6LmZTQYDTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/J88EROhYiyQ/s640/IMG_2342+(1).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450171821411798322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Boys enjoying their green dinner.  I enjoy it more than they do, the whole anticipation and planning for such a fun day makes me happy .   There is nothing better than seeing my childs smile filled with complete JOY and utter happiness!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/S6LMu9CziBI/AAAAAAAAArs/yKdGlSbh1i8/s1600-h/brynleesaint2-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/S6Li-Eyv61I/AAAAAAAAAsM/PAOMyyKm8bc/s1600-h/IMG_2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/S6Li-Eyv61I/AAAAAAAAAsM/PAOMyyKm8bc/s640/IMG_2353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450168055138085714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Green Eggs and Ham.  I finally figured out how to make the eggs look like Sam I Am's.  Fill a spray bottle with green food coloring and spray it on the eggs.  It only took three years to figure it out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/S6Lh02QNasI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Gd_7MayIyLE/s1600-h/IMG_2279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/S6Lh02QNasI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Gd_7MayIyLE/s640/IMG_2279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450166797104671426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made our Cereal and milk green for breakfast.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; favorite color is GREEN,  I think his new favorite holiday just might be Saint Patrick's Day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/S6LioMr1t1I/AAAAAAAAAsE/xlYa6XJq3L4/s640/IMG_2327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450167679299467090" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who else, other than Grandma is fit to read Green Eggs and Ham to the kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/S6LMubO8DxI/AAAAAAAAArk/-F27g1znz8k/s1600-h/avery-saintcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-1095443405037255485?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/1095443405037255485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=1095443405037255485' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/1095443405037255485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/1095443405037255485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-saint-patricks-day.html' title='Happy Saint Patricks Day'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/S6LqJJgKayI/AAAAAAAAAss/QqRerku3LUI/s72-c/brynleesaint2-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-4634957468016758831</id><published>2010-03-11T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:46:22.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can I go to the Funeral with Jack?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been meaning to document this sweet conversation with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;.  He loves to talk and think about heaven.  His Grandpa Hess passed away when he was just a few months old, this has given us several opportunities to talk about what happens when we die.  I guess we still need to work on a few things? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;: Where's Jack going mommy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MaRea&lt;/span&gt;: A funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;: What's a funeral?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MaRea&lt;/span&gt;: When someone dies everyone gets together and share their love for that person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;: You mean Jack gets to go to heaven?!!!!  I want to go to heaven too, can I go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MaRea&lt;/span&gt;: No he doesn't get to go to heaven, the person who dies gets to go to heaven, like grandpa Hess.  Those who love that person gather to talk about him, then we bury the body in the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;: Oh mommy I love digging can I go, I can bury him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MaRea&lt;/span&gt;: No, I don't think they want a 4 year old digging the grave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;: Mommy I have my very own shovel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MaRea&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; look at the ground it's frozen, it would be really hard to dig!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;: And cold mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S5ksGMHRHCI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mZUVwfElYoY/s800/Avery2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447433709123869730" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S5ktTaTb8wI/AAAAAAAAAeU/uscbAt1A_VI/s1600-h/avery3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S5ktTaTb8wI/AAAAAAAAAeU/uscbAt1A_VI/s800/avery3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447435035782935298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This smile kills me, she reminds me of the little girl from the Grinch Who Stole Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S5kr_UC1ehI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Ndk8xvtbyiE/s1600-h/avery1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S5kr_UC1ehI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Ndk8xvtbyiE/s800/avery1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447433590993680914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-4634957468016758831?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/4634957468016758831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=4634957468016758831' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4634957468016758831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4634957468016758831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-i-go-to-funeral-with-jack.html' title='&quot;Can I go to the Funeral with Jack?&quot;'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/S5ksGMHRHCI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mZUVwfElYoY/s72-c/Avery2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-8517755059813753711</id><published>2010-01-05T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:58:31.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st piggy tails!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/averypigtails.jpg?t=1263538197"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv285/marea123/averypigtails.jpg?t=1263538197" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery got her first pair of piggy tails today.   Oh she is cute, but man she is a little fire cracker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-8517755059813753711?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/8517755059813753711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=8517755059813753711' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/8517755059813753711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/8517755059813753711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2010/01/1st-piggy-tails.html' title='1st piggy tails!'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-7201287776383534600</id><published>2009-12-26T13:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T13:15:35.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d544d344d5441784e7a493d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox collage: Merry Christmas" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d544d344d5441784e7a493d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own collage - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/Collage" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox collage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-7201287776383534600?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/7201287776383534600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=7201287776383534600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/7201287776383534600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/7201287776383534600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-smilebox-collage.html' title=''/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-459626251221288223</id><published>2009-12-23T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:51:48.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kade's Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; had a wonderful Christmas party.  He loves parties, I can't imagine who he got that from?  That cute little man had been waiting for his big day for all of his friends to come over.  He was cute the night before we made 12 gingerbread houses, he loved every minute of it.  He helped, mix, cute, bake and of course worry if the the little pieces were going to break.  We are so lucky to be his parents.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SzJE5Kta5_I/AAAAAAAAAak/wvselfEl0vw/s1600-h/IMG_0385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SzJE5Kta5_I/AAAAAAAAAak/wvselfEl0vw/s320/IMG_0385.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418469050598221810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our cute little host.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SzJE4vg4_rI/AAAAAAAAAac/2SR8Jo4O6Hc/s1600-h/IMG_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SzJE4vg4_rI/AAAAAAAAAac/2SR8Jo4O6Hc/s320/IMG_0378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418469043297910450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to get those darn gingerbread houses to stand.  I guess I need to find a better pattern for next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SzJKYZ-BizI/AAAAAAAAApk/09mMc9XWWSM/s1600-h/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SzJKYZ-BizI/AAAAAAAAApk/09mMc9XWWSM/s400/IMG_0392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418475084828478258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SzJKYZ-BizI/AAAAAAAAApk/09mMc9XWWSM/s1600-h/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kyle was Santa, and I attempted to be Miss Clause. Kyle told the children the story of the  "True Meaning of Christmas."   I think for the most part the kids thought  he was Santa.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; thought it was weird that Santa had the same voice as Daddy.  Once Kim told him that it Santa was really his Daddy he wasn't scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SzJHEm5-1XI/AAAAAAAAAas/bpz-mDsQeDE/s1600-h/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SzJHEm5-1XI/AAAAAAAAAas/bpz-mDsQeDE/s320/IMG_0418.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418471446168917362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-459626251221288223?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/459626251221288223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=459626251221288223' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/459626251221288223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/459626251221288223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/12/kades-christmas-party.html' title='Kade&apos;s Christmas Party'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SzJE5Kta5_I/AAAAAAAAAak/wvselfEl0vw/s72-c/IMG_0385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-6226170876310161146</id><published>2009-12-04T10:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:47:15.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SxlqSnFmdsI/AAAAAAAAApc/yXhBLBOOiwE/s1600-h/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SxlqSnFmdsI/AAAAAAAAApc/yXhBLBOOiwE/s400/IMG_0183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411473295225026242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SxlqSnFmdsI/AAAAAAAAApc/yXhBLBOOiwE/s1600-h/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For family home evening we went and picked up a little tree for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;, he loves it.   We learned about the true meaning of the Christmas symbols.  Here are a few I found interesting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, fantasy;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;The Star:&lt;/b&gt; A heavenly sign of prophecy fulfilled long, long ago- The shining hope of mankind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, fantasy;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;The Color Red:&lt;/b&gt; The first color of Christmas, symbolizing that Savior's sacrifice for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, fantasy;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Christmas Tree:&lt;/b&gt; Evergreen- the second color of Christmas shows everlasting light and life. The needles point up to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, fantasy;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;The Bell:&lt;/b&gt; Rings out to guide lost sheep back to the fold, signifying that all are precious in His eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, fantasy;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;The Candle:&lt;/b&gt; A mirror of starlight, reflecting our thanks for the star of Bethlehem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, fantasy;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;The Candy Cane:&lt;/b&gt; Represents the shape of the shepherd's crook, used to bring lost lambs back to the fold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, fantasy;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;The Wreath:&lt;/b&gt; A symbol of the never ending eternal value of love… having no end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;ul style="  font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; position: relative; z-index: 0; font-family:inherit;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;li style="  font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 18px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; list-style-type: disc; font-family:inherit;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li   style="  font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 18px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; list-style-type: disc; display: inline !important; font-family:inherit;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SxlqSI2Q8AI/AAAAAAAAApU/_4MVeVdjm_g/s1600-h/IMG_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SxlqSI2Q8AI/AAAAAAAAApU/_4MVeVdjm_g/s400/IMG_0178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411473287107637250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul   style="  font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; position: relative; z-index: 0; font-family:inherit;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;li   style="  font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 18px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; list-style-type: disc; display: inline !important; font-family:inherit;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SxlqSI2Q8AI/AAAAAAAAApU/_4MVeVdjm_g/s1600-h/IMG_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, fantasy;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;li   style="  font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 18px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; list-style-type: disc; display: inline !important; font-family:inherit;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SxlqRjR92gI/AAAAAAAAApM/KqWnagO-DQU/s1600-h/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SxlqRjR92gI/AAAAAAAAApM/KqWnagO-DQU/s400/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411473277023279618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul   style="  font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; position: relative; z-index: 0; font-family:inherit;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;li   style="  font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 18px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: inherit; list-style-type: disc; display: inline !important; font-family:inherit;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:16px;"&gt;This little girl sure loves her DADDY, it warms my soul to see them together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SxlqQzJ3ThI/AAAAAAAAApE/YPmy-Jqmd2c/s1600-h/IMG_0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SxlqQzJ3ThI/AAAAAAAAApE/YPmy-Jqmd2c/s400/IMG_0180.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411473264104394258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; dragging his tree to the car. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; was so excited to pay his $2.00 for his very own Christmas tree.  We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; and he picked out some lights, I let him get colored I had to tell myself   "this is his tree, not mine!"  I'm not a fan of colored lights.  It was such a fun family home evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angie is selling Christmas tress this year across from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zollingers&lt;/span&gt; Cold Storage.  She has worked really hard to get everything ready.   If your in need a beautiful Christmas tree stop by her little Stand from 2-9 pm.  They have the best customer service in the valley, at least that is what she says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-6226170876310161146?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/6226170876310161146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=6226170876310161146' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/6226170876310161146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/6226170876310161146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SxlqSnFmdsI/AAAAAAAAApc/yXhBLBOOiwE/s72-c/IMG_0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-6622316178805163252</id><published>2009-11-05T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:21:33.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know, I know, I have way to many pictures of Halloween posted!   I haven't done any scrap booking or journaling in the past months or years so this it, this counts as both.   My poor kids are so deprived of a mother who loves them and has their lives &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chronologically&lt;/span&gt; indexed.  Get over it kids things aren't changing:).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful time trick-or-treating down in Ogden with Kyle's family.   Kyle has the most wonderful brother in the world.   My family thinks Kyle is nearly perfect in every way, I tell them they haven't met his brother Travis.   The man cooks, gardens, cleans, serves, works hard and is dedicated, kind, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;genuine&lt;/span&gt;, and never stops serving!  Those are just a few wonderful things he shares with those he meets.   Kyle's father passed away the first year we were married so I often think of Travis as how Kyle's dad must have been.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqmKk8WDI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/pPs-xtAHAzc/s1600-h/IMG_7987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqmKk8WDI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/pPs-xtAHAzc/s400/IMG_7987.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400847950798411826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqmKk8WDI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/pPs-xtAHAzc/s1600-h/IMG_7987.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery only cared about one thing, the candy bars in her bucket! Have I mentioned she is becoming so spoiled and might I say a brat.  Love and Logic is not even working.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqluEtVzI/AAAAAAAAAnI/YhEDQWQOOQE/s1600-h/IMG_8011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqluEtVzI/AAAAAAAAAnI/YhEDQWQOOQE/s400/IMG_8011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400847943147018034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Halloween Night was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;, it was perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqluEtVzI/AAAAAAAAAnI/YhEDQWQOOQE/s1600-h/IMG_8011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqlSVDu8I/AAAAAAAAAnA/wFP31r-BLtI/s1600-h/IMG_7998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqlSVDu8I/AAAAAAAAAnA/wFP31r-BLtI/s400/IMG_7998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400847935699401666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqlSVDu8I/AAAAAAAAAnA/wFP31r-BLtI/s1600-h/IMG_7998.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; and Tyler had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqBvJUyDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/DQM_P9GwHtM/s1600-h/IMG_7976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqBvJUyDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/DQM_P9GwHtM/s400/IMG_7976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400847324959524914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Trick-or-treating crew.  Justin was the Grim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Reaper&lt;/span&gt;, Rachel was Hanna Montana, Tyler was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Optimus&lt;/span&gt; Prime, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; a Pirate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqBvJUyDI/AAAAAAAAAm4/DQM_P9GwHtM/s1600-h/IMG_7976.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqBOYXw5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/aDoF6AlRaw0/s1600-h/IMG_7971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqBOYXw5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/aDoF6AlRaw0/s400/IMG_7971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400847316164264850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle and Avery, these two together warms my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqA70bejI/AAAAAAAAAmo/iXX53W423cE/s1600-h/IMG_7960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqA70bejI/AAAAAAAAAmo/iXX53W423cE/s400/IMG_7960.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400847311181675058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carving Pumpkins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqA70bejI/AAAAAAAAAmo/iXX53W423cE/s1600-h/IMG_7960.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqAbBhRcI/AAAAAAAAAmg/V92ft6ynlgM/s1600-h/IMG_7935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqAbBhRcI/AAAAAAAAAmg/V92ft6ynlgM/s400/IMG_7935.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400847302378210754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery was a Skunk again.  Last year I bought two skunk costumes for $1.99 at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt; Place, She was using both!  Plus I couldn't resist she is so stinking CUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqAbBhRcI/AAAAAAAAAmg/V92ft6ynlgM/s1600-h/IMG_7935.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOpM-pyHWI/AAAAAAAAAmY/saKeToj5je4/s1600-h/IMG_7929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOpM-pyHWI/AAAAAAAAAmY/saKeToj5je4/s400/IMG_7929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400846418589130082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOpM-pyHWI/AAAAAAAAAmY/saKeToj5je4/s1600-h/IMG_7929.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt; Skunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOpMRU4DgI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/2ISImKe9IT4/s1600-h/IMG_7870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOpMRU4DgI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/2ISImKe9IT4/s400/IMG_7870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400846406421843458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOpMRU4DgI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/2ISImKe9IT4/s1600-h/IMG_7870.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; at school with his teacher.  He is loving preschool, I think he would go everyday if he could.  I miss little man when he is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOpMJfi1BI/AAAAAAAAAmI/x9osnHH7oBs/s1600-h/IMG_7838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOpMJfi1BI/AAAAAAAAAmI/x9osnHH7oBs/s400/IMG_7838.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400846404319106066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOpMJfi1BI/AAAAAAAAAmI/x9osnHH7oBs/s1600-h/IMG_7838.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; thinks pirates act like Ninjas.  He was a Ninja last year so, I guess he thinks Halloween costumes are a progressive thing, why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOpLhO-c-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/4Enyx1wDD5k/s1600-h/IMG_7841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOpLhO-c-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/4Enyx1wDD5k/s400/IMG_7841.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400846393512195042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-6622316178805163252?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/6622316178805163252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=6622316178805163252' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/6622316178805163252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/6622316178805163252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-overload.html' title='Halloween Overload'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SvOqmKk8WDI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/pPs-xtAHAzc/s72-c/IMG_7987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-623452548496955393</id><published>2009-11-03T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T09:45:49.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder Mystery Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We actually had a successful organized Murder Mystery Party with the Thatcher family.  It was a blast, everyone put a lot of time into their costumes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt; and food.  Who wouldn't enjoy a Murder Mystery Dinner with a bunch loud people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SvBjm9dD0SI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/qT1tThbZxDA/s1600-h/IMG_7289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SvBjm9dD0SI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/qT1tThbZxDA/s320/IMG_7289.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399925474199851298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Su82R0Pj7vI/AAAAAAAAAZk/r3_PmKHr8_4/s1600-h/IMG_7287.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;L&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inda&lt;/span&gt; was the arrogant  witch. Her costume was perfect! She wanted to cast a spell on the vampire to kill him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Su82S6nIGmI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/XLDpct-IUIM/s1600-h/IMG_7301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Su82S6nIGmI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/XLDpct-IUIM/s320/IMG_7301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399594176839424610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brent had the lead role in the Murder Mystery, he was murdered! He did a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt; job playing the role of the vampire.  Melissa was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;executioner&lt;/span&gt;, but she did not kill the vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Su82SX4soDI/AAAAAAAAAZs/uIzT_aKW1S4/s1600-h/IMG_7298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Su82SX4soDI/AAAAAAAAAZs/uIzT_aKW1S4/s320/IMG_7298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399594167517880370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had been working on my mummy costume for a few weeks.  I changed it the night before the party.  What I thought would be the winning costume was quite a disappointment.  It took  an hour to wrap just my arms, half my legs, and head.  When I got done wrapping one leg I would start wrapping something else and half of what I wrapped had fallen off:(.  The mummy in  "This Is It" movie was much better.  Kyle was the host he was funny, charming, and well organized.  I thought he was so darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Su82RczoO4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/hw4KzKEAbxs/s1600-h/IMG_7285.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Su82RczoO4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/hw4KzKEAbxs/s320/IMG_7285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399594151658929026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lee was really funny all night, you just didn't want to get to close to him.  I think he made up his own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt;.  Kim was a crazy Alien, they got best costume of the night;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Su81XrCmNFI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Q25mzjn9fcQ/s1600-h/IMG_7281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Su81XrCmNFI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Q25mzjn9fcQ/s320/IMG_7281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399593159047394386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kolby&lt;/span&gt; was the swamp creature, he put a lot of time into his costume so I guess it is fitting that he got the most votes for best costume.  He won an IHome.  Angie was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Frankenstein's&lt;/span&gt; Bride.  She is preparing for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; event in the future, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Su81XN-dpwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/155uPyfrBAw/s1600-h/IMG_7275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Su81XN-dpwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/155uPyfrBAw/s320/IMG_7275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399593151245428482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karen was Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jeckle&lt;/span&gt; Hyde.  I loved her costume and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; she played the role perfect.  What a fun sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Su81WihdY6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/fIwCI5c0FTw/s1600-h/IMG_7270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Su81WihdY6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/fIwCI5c0FTw/s320/IMG_7270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399593139581051810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riley was Freddie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kruger&lt;/span&gt;.  His face looked much better in real life.  I think Riley should start a creative &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; called  " The Perfect Costume."  He can come up with several great ideas for everyone.  Lindsey made a very scary clown.  She spent two hours on You&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tube&lt;/span&gt; learning how paint her face, she was the perfect scary clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Su81WC7Ng-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/mmm-Iux0iOg/s1600-h/IMG_7268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Su81WC7Ng-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/mmm-Iux0iOg/s320/IMG_7268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399593131099128802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't really get any good pictures of the fun food and activities of the night.  This was suppose to be ribs with a knife in the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-623452548496955393?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/623452548496955393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=623452548496955393' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/623452548496955393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/623452548496955393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/11/murder-mystery-party.html' title='Murder Mystery Party'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SvBjm9dD0SI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/qT1tThbZxDA/s72-c/IMG_7289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-2403180797290188585</id><published>2009-10-29T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:33:22.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kade's Long Awaited Halloween Party!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; has been waiting, and waiting for his special Halloween dinner party for all his buddies.  We started planning and talking about it way to early.   It was one solid month of getting asked everyday how many days until his party.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; and all of his friends had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Suj1cKq21rI/AAAAAAAAAW8/5h13zvtNa6k/s1600-h/halloween1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Suj1cKq21rI/AAAAAAAAAW8/5h13zvtNa6k/s320/halloween1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397834017652790962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are some of the fun treats they had to eat.  The eyeballs are doughnut holes dipped in white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; stabbed with a fork, Carmel apples, and creature cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Suj1bZaUT1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/nS2fDIxGfm8/s1600-h/halloween+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Suj1bZaUT1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/nS2fDIxGfm8/s320/halloween+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397834004430081874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom dressed up as a which.  She was such a fantastic witch, the kids loved her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Sum65L0GGoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/whI3mP9W-eI/s1600-h/IMG_7163.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Sum80MNzu7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/je-D-iRaH8s/s1600-h/halloween00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Sum80MNzu7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/je-D-iRaH8s/s320/halloween00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398053233198611378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; insisted I be a Pirate too, this is the best picture I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Suj1tdhMa9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/_Qeq4pnFMZ0/s1600-h/halooween9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Suj1tdhMa9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/_Qeq4pnFMZ0/s320/halooween9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397834314770312146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Haunted Mansion Dinner party for all the boys.  It turned out great we got black plastic table wrap and made a little room, lighted some candles, and turned on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fogger&lt;/span&gt;, I forgot the scary music:(! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Suj1b5eTYOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/gEHo7b0-Y7A/s1600-h/halloween+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Suj1b5eTYOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/gEHo7b0-Y7A/s320/halloween+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397834013036732642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They loved the fake bloody hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Suj2AeZDKuI/AAAAAAAAAXk/MYCpJJRpa9M/s1600-h/halloween7.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Suj2AeZDKuI/AAAAAAAAAXk/MYCpJJRpa9M/s320/halloween7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397834641422101218" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They each got their own mummy goblet.  I went through three sets of goblets to find the perfect ones, I love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Sum80XS5kTI/AAAAAAAAAYs/OudyzlBvs4s/s1600-h/halloween0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Sum80XS5kTI/AAAAAAAAAYs/OudyzlBvs4s/s320/halloween0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398053236172755250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Eyeballs and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;, they actually tasted really good too!  You just put a green olive in the middle of the eye ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Suj2AuI5wCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_U8W3tAlia8/s1600-h/halloween12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Suj2AuI5wCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_U8W3tAlia8/s320/halloween12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397834645649342498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pirate host, this little man was in heaven all day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Suj1b05qAkI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Fg0l6KBp-UE/s1600-h/halloween+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Suj1b05qAkI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Fg0l6KBp-UE/s320/halloween+11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397834011809284674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megatron, played by Max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Suj1uBLAHhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LjNb0JRm8s4/s1600-h/halloween+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Suj1uBLAHhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LjNb0JRm8s4/s320/halloween+13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397834324340907538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one and the only Mr. Incredible, played by Jack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Sum92ryGGEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/BgPSvlI4idM/s1600-h/IMG_7257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Sum92ryGGEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/BgPSvlI4idM/s320/IMG_7257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398054375543674946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The deadly Dracula, played by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ryland&lt;/span&gt;.  He was so worried that his face paint was just perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Sum4gQk2dII/AAAAAAAAAYM/_qcZYHxxMQo/s1600-h/IMG_7198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Sum4gQk2dII/AAAAAAAAAYM/_qcZYHxxMQo/s320/IMG_7198.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398048492725105794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Indiana Jones, played by Carson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Sum4gMnhgCI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qL7cWiYeyTI/s1600-h/IMG_7167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Sum4gMnhgCI/AAAAAAAAAYE/qL7cWiYeyTI/s320/IMG_7167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398048491662573602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Magician&lt;/span&gt;, played by James.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Sum65L0GGoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/whI3mP9W-eI/s1600-h/IMG_7163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Sum65L0GGoI/AAAAAAAAAYc/whI3mP9W-eI/s320/IMG_7163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398051119966853762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Optimus&lt;/span&gt; Prime, played by Tyler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Sum4e912NZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Pm6ZTFsqSdw/s1600-h/IMG_7150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Sum4e912NZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Pm6ZTFsqSdw/s320/IMG_7150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398048470516250002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; 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We took a quick Trip to San Diego last week.  Angie had school off, Kyle was home sick, I was feeling sick, why not drive 13 hours to San Diego and stay for the week.  That is what we did.  I've heard you recover 10 times faster on the beach with the warm sun, that is just what I have heard!   There were a few times Kyle and I looked at each other and said "What were we thinking."  The drive was long at times, I hate driving!  The sound of whining, screaming kids makes me want to end the trip all to soon.   Actually they were really good, Avery cried or screamed for a few minutes then feel asleep.  Once we got to San Diego it was worth all the driving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St38m0sTVTI/AAAAAAAAAjY/6xgAdT7lxEc/s1600-h/IMG_6773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St38m0sTVTI/AAAAAAAAAjY/6xgAdT7lxEc/s400/IMG_6773.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394745672569410866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The San Diego Temple is my new favorite.  It is actually more impressive inside than out.  If your in the area make some time to go, its amazing!  We decided to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; and show him the temple, I think he liked it.  When ever I ask him what we do in the temple he always says " Mommy's and Daddy's dance!"  I don't know where he gets that, I didn't teach it to him.  It must be the pretty dresses I where to attend the temple??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St9TOSfAeEI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Ltg1w4BPRVc/s1600-h/IMG_6812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St9TOSfAeEI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Ltg1w4BPRVc/s400/IMG_6812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395122383558309954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery never seems to care to look at the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St9U0XjFBGI/AAAAAAAAAl4/tTbm66dfEEA/s1600-h/IMG_6801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St9U0XjFBGI/AAAAAAAAAl4/tTbm66dfEEA/s400/IMG_6801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395124137264219234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St9TOSfAeEI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Ltg1w4BPRVc/s1600-h/IMG_6812.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Angie, and my mom.  My mom is such a trooper she will go on any trip at the last minute and make the trip a blast.  I think she likes us too:)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St3-MMNKHXI/AAAAAAAAAkI/3_Grgevrx0A/s1600-h/IMG_5839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St3-MMNKHXI/AAAAAAAAAkI/3_Grgevrx0A/s400/IMG_5839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394747414048021874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoying some beach time, you can always find time for the beach in San Diego!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St3-LY1ZVOI/AAAAAAAAAkA/tFGKS6Hr-6A/s1600-h/IMG_5773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St3-LY1ZVOI/AAAAAAAAAkA/tFGKS6Hr-6A/s400/IMG_5773.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394747400258147554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;, and Avery building a sand castle.  Actually Avery just wrecked their castle every time.  She is starting to do this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dinosaur&lt;/span&gt; scream if she doesn't get what she wants.  We don't know how to stop it, we don't want a spoiled princess who cries over everything.  We need to change something, and change it fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St3_Uyi-mQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/NH8q_51wLIk/s1600-h/IMG_5857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St3_Uyi-mQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/NH8q_51wLIk/s400/IMG_5857.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394748661290670338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; loved all the sand goodies we found at the house.  Ashlee look, the purple sand castle is still alive, it was a great addition to toys.  Thanks for spending all morning looking for the perfect one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St4AeGnS9xI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_4R7kGq9WeI/s1600-h/IMG_5865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St4AeGnS9xI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_4R7kGq9WeI/s400/IMG_5865.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394749920807941906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought this was so cute.  Kyle tried to get Avery to smell the flowers.  These flowers have no smell to them, very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St3-M4U8zfI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/GGhKjWi5lCk/s1600-h/IMG_5872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St3-M4U8zfI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/GGhKjWi5lCk/s400/IMG_5872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394747425891864050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St3_UWQgAVI/AAAAAAAAAkY/wb119vIKo1o/s1600-h/IMG_5917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St3_UWQgAVI/AAAAAAAAAkY/wb119vIKo1o/s400/IMG_5917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394748653696975186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We found a great new Breakfast place to eat at, really Shari found it but we enjoyed it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St38olQSANI/AAAAAAAAAjw/rQKQu0yLyOE/s1600-h/IMG_6867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St38olQSANI/AAAAAAAAAjw/rQKQu0yLyOE/s400/IMG_6867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394745702785089746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St4Ac1M-WlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/vJvQcvmgscE/s1600-h/IMG_6924.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to get some family pictures on the beach, I had it all planned out perfect!  There was this thick layer of fog covering the shore line.  We tried to get a few cute pics, but failed due to the horrible fog!  Maybe next time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St3_WhuID1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/nJ-ku8Jl0h0/s1600-h/IMG_6915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St3_WhuID1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/nJ-ku8Jl0h0/s400/IMG_6915.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394748691133763410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at this picture and think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my boy,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kade's&lt;/span&gt; personality is that picture to a T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St3_VzjJJOI/AAAAAAAAAko/IKssQ-r1y6s/s1600-h/IMG_6960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St3_VzjJJOI/AAAAAAAAAko/IKssQ-r1y6s/s400/IMG_6960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394748678739666146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St4Aa338XPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/BYF6p3QbJRg/s1600-h/IMG_6739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St4Aa338XPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/BYF6p3QbJRg/s400/IMG_6739.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394749865311624434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went down to the Lamp district to find a great place to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St3-KyodSVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/dSyN95Qy_ws/s1600-h/IMG_6671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St3-KyodSVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/dSyN95Qy_ws/s400/IMG_6671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394747390003333458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle taking some pictures of us eating at Pink Berry.  It was the first time I had eaten Pink Berry, the place is way to overrated!  It was good, but I wouldn't stand in line for an hour or even 10 min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St9SlPkZywI/AAAAAAAAAlg/SMvlCMiQ41U/s1600-h/IMG_6689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St9SlPkZywI/AAAAAAAAAlg/SMvlCMiQ41U/s400/IMG_6689.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395121678400998146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This chair was to cool at Pink Berry to not get a picture of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St9SlWHg8lI/AAAAAAAAAlo/7NLEsw1Cz20/s1600-h/IMG_6408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/St9SlWHg8lI/AAAAAAAAAlo/7NLEsw1Cz20/s400/IMG_6408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395121680158880338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lovely couple we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chaperon&lt;/span&gt;, not really!   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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a late post, better late than never! &amp;nbsp;We had a great time in California Kade doesn't stop talking about San Diego, Max and his cousins. &amp;nbsp; I &amp;nbsp;don't know how many times I have heard " Mommy when can we go back to San Diego! &amp;nbsp;I guess I don't blame him we might have to take a trip back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUGOG5OYgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RA7ht7NkS08/s1600-h/IMG_3835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUGVc-o1_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/yQlZtZXpofU/s1600-h/IMG_4269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUGVc-o1_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/yQlZtZXpofU/s400/IMG_4269.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUVzJ11iTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2aJKFGcuPlQ/s1600-h/IMG_4159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUVzJ11iTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2aJKFGcuPlQ/s400/IMG_4159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kade thought the ghost was "SO COOL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUV_12J8aI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/9IMliXwUH1g/s1600-h/IMG_4163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUV_12J8aI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/9IMliXwUH1g/s320/IMG_4163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUGqBlcCZI/AAAAAAAAAOo/OPFvwt2PKdY/s1600-h/IMG_4256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUV_12J8aI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/9IMliXwUH1g/s1600-h/IMG_4163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This was Kade's Favorite part of Legoland, mini world! &amp;nbsp;He couldn't get enough of all the small airplanes, people, buildings, cars, and lakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUc-zaUJKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/40PAZji79OA/s1600-h/IMG_4218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUc-zaUJKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/40PAZji79OA/s320/IMG_4218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUcXnUUE0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/rsLU1K_GHPw/s1600-h/IMG_4198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUcXnUUE0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/rsLU1K_GHPw/s320/IMG_4198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUGjhvS22I/AAAAAAAAAOg/K8UyLh-M3qY/s1600-h/IMG_4244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUGjhvS22I/AAAAAAAAAOg/K8UyLh-M3qY/s320/IMG_4244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This Dragon and Volvo car were really cool. &amp;nbsp;Everything is made 100% out of legos. &amp;nbsp;Gives me a headache just thinking about the chore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUG4Co-azI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LEmxvhTvPuM/s1600-h/IMG_4262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUG4Co-azI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LEmxvhTvPuM/s320/IMG_4262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUcaSci8yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ob5sGdQsWMM/s1600-h/IMG_4255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUcaSci8yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ob5sGdQsWMM/s400/IMG_4255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUcaSci8yI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ob5sGdQsWMM/s1600-h/IMG_4255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't know that the kids needed swimming suits, so we stripped them to their underwear and let them loose. &amp;nbsp;They had so much fun I could have cared less. &amp;nbsp;Kade even had his underwear on backward, actually come to think of it they, &amp;nbsp;were his 2 year old cousin Logan's underwear. &amp;nbsp;I'm just glad he can dress himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUhw8mr6wI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/K5wUY8-39h8/s1600-h/IMG_4057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUhw8mr6wI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/K5wUY8-39h8/s320/IMG_4057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were so sad to have to leave Legoland. &amp;nbsp;We could have stayed for another 8 hours playing. &amp;nbsp;If you are ever in San Diego it is a must do, &amp;nbsp;I like it better than Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUGOG5OYgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RA7ht7NkS08/s1600-h/IMG_3835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUGOG5OYgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RA7ht7NkS08/s400/IMG_3835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Playing on the beach as the sunset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUVzJ11iTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2aJKFGcuPlQ/s1600/IMG_4159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUGOG5OYgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RA7ht7NkS08/s1600-h/IMG_3835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUGB-v5X5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/dME3Wv7ZKFY/s1600/IMG_3870.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUGB-v5X5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/dME3Wv7ZKFY/s400/IMG_3870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-9213789747102573273?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/9213789747102573273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=9213789747102573273' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/9213789747102573273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/9213789747102573273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-late-post-better-late-than.html' title='LEGOLAND'/><author><name>Kyle Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002385997207932412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/StUGVc-o1_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/yQlZtZXpofU/s72-c/IMG_4269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-2737183132410577909</id><published>2009-09-30T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:00:39.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since MaRea refuses to post pictures of Avery's first birthday I will embarrass/annoy her by putting this up. &amp;nbsp;This is to remind the women out there that your husband/boyfriend could be a lot worse! &amp;nbsp;Let's give thanks the 80's are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0bomkgXeDkE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0bomkgXeDkE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" 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/2977557915140447533-2737183132410577909?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/2737183132410577909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=2737183132410577909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/2737183132410577909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/2737183132410577909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny.html' title='Funny!'/><author><name>Kyle Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002385997207932412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-2349676189598949581</id><published>2009-09-11T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T07:53:42.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kramer could forsee the future!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday on my drive home from work I was listening for KVNU's "For the People."  The two morons on there were talking about health care and one guy said (paraphrasing) we shouldn't be making a profit on health care, or a large profit anyway.  I'm pretty limited in my knowledge of this kind of stuff, but by the gift of common sense, I know that to remove profit from health care would absolutely destroy what makes our system great.  Thanks to Mark (MaRea's brother) for posting this video, it will not only scare you on where we are heading, but it will also prove that Kramer was right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q9GMKK_fWKg&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q9GMKK_fWKg&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" 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/2977557915140447533-2349676189598949581?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/2349676189598949581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=2349676189598949581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/2349676189598949581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/2349676189598949581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/09/kramer-could-forsee-future.html' title='Kramer could forsee the future!'/><author><name>Kyle Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002385997207932412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-2741268540780579735</id><published>2009-09-07T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:39:09.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sea World&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP-R7vFFnI/AAAAAAAAAjA/3pJrrrafW6g/s1600-h/IMG_3855.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP-RXiqrMI/AAAAAAAAAi4/tlW6gSXuVYE/s1600-h/IMG_4030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP-RXiqrMI/AAAAAAAAAi4/tlW6gSXuVYE/s400/IMG_4030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378421954341153986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP-RXiqrMI/AAAAAAAAAi4/tlW6gSXuVYE/s1600-h/IMG_4030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys leaving Sea World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP-Qt-iKQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/5NLeoO7ndQU/s1600-h/IMG_3981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP-Qt-iKQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/5NLeoO7ndQU/s400/IMG_3981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378421943183747330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP-Qt-iKQI/AAAAAAAAAiw/5NLeoO7ndQU/s1600-h/IMG_3981.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP85QhugQI/AAAAAAAAAio/hsjdw1Z2vYc/s1600-h/IMG_4014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP85QhugQI/AAAAAAAAAio/hsjdw1Z2vYc/s400/IMG_4014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378420440629674242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP85QhugQI/AAAAAAAAAio/hsjdw1Z2vYc/s1600-h/IMG_4014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shamu, Kade was calling him" Sampoo" Max would tell him" his name is not Shampoo, his name is Shamu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP8434AY9I/AAAAAAAAAig/oxh2wHOWVfs/s1600-h/IMG_4005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP8434AY9I/AAAAAAAAAig/oxh2wHOWVfs/s400/IMG_4005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378420434012234706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP8434AY9I/AAAAAAAAAig/oxh2wHOWVfs/s1600-h/IMG_4005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the Shamu show Believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP84O-A2CI/AAAAAAAAAiY/iH8vMqKMSus/s1600-h/IMG_3954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP84O-A2CI/AAAAAAAAAiY/iH8vMqKMSus/s400/IMG_3954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378420423031576610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP84O-A2CI/AAAAAAAAAiY/iH8vMqKMSus/s1600-h/IMG_3954.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max and Kade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP83tlIluI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IIdY-ub4Kz0/s1600-h/IMG_3897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP83tlIluI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IIdY-ub4Kz0/s400/IMG_3897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378420414068856546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kade and Max going through the shark tunnel.  They could not believe that there were sharks swimming above them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqaHG0__H2I/AAAAAAAAAjI/BMJTng5jvkw/s1600-h/IMG_3903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqaHG0__H2I/AAAAAAAAAjI/BMJTng5jvkw/s400/IMG_3903.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379135356316622690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Avery was done at this point, she had seen enough of Shamu.  She was such a good baby.  She has been sick the past week.  I have hauled her everywhere with few to no naps.  And most the time she remains happy and content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqaHG0__H2I/AAAAAAAAAjI/BMJTng5jvkw/s1600-h/IMG_3903.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqaHHVSIqlI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ikh-6Vk0iyQ/s1600-h/IMG_3883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqaHHVSIqlI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ikh-6Vk0iyQ/s400/IMG_3883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379135364982680146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute little Logan playing with the starfish.  He is such a happy fun little man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP-R7vFFnI/AAAAAAAAAjA/3pJrrrafW6g/s1600-h/IMG_3855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP-R7vFFnI/AAAAAAAAAjA/3pJrrrafW6g/s400/IMG_3855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378421964056893042" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP83tlIluI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/IIdY-ub4Kz0/s1600-h/IMG_3897.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We Have been in Palm Springs all last week.  The heat was never ending, It was a record breaking 119 degrees.  I guess global warming is real, Al Gore is so SMART?  I still can't belive that idiot won The Nobel Peace Prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in San Diego for the week and the weather is so wonderful, I love it here.   I think I could even live here. The kids are having so much fun.  Kade takes Stew "The Dog" on several walks a day.  The Beach is a 30 second walk from the house.  Kade, Max, and Logan could play in the ocean  all day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2977557915140447533-2741268540780579735?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/2741268540780579735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=2741268540780579735' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/2741268540780579735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/2741268540780579735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/09/sea-world-boys-leaving-sea-world-shamu.html' title=''/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SqP-RXiqrMI/AAAAAAAAAi4/tlW6gSXuVYE/s72-c/IMG_4030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-5628964235216247812</id><published>2009-09-04T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:04:03.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Beer Goggles"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SqFfwuOb4MI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ekeKA2TNVWE/s1600-h/IMG_3727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SqFfwuOb4MI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ekeKA2TNVWE/s320/IMG_3727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377684720704020674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do all parents have, "beer goggles"? People have been saying "Avery is getting so cute!" I think to myself, getting cute...... I can't think of a time that  she has not been the most ediable, delicouse little bundle of joy.   I think it's an OK thing to think that your kids are the cutest things alive, and they never go through an ugly stage, right?   It made me think if I was "One of those parents".   I opened the "Avery photo file". OK, I  discovered that I have been wearing "beer goggles".  It's true, Avery had a few months that could be questionable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery is getting big, so fast!  I'm having huge anxiety about her growing up in lightning speed.  Kyle and I just can't get enough of this sweet little piece of heaven.   From the day she was born we have been fighting over who gets to hold her, put her to bed, get her up, give her a bottle, we have even argued about who got to change her diaper, weird I know, but some day she will not wear diapers.  Avery is the happiest little baby, always smiling, with the most pleasant disposition.  We were flying out to California last week and the lady sitting next to us could not get over what a good baby she was.  They wanted to give her some special award for being the best baby ever on any flight they have been on, thats my girl!   We are so greatfull for this sweet little girl in our family.  This last year we have had some difficult trials, but the lord blessed us with a little piece of heaven on earth, thanks Avery for always making us smile when time seemed rough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SqFe_bc3oVI/AAAAAAAAAWM/C8R7-BC0DlI/s1600-h/IMG_3921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SqFe_bc3oVI/AAAAAAAAAWM/C8R7-BC0DlI/s320/IMG_3921.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377683873850696018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things you are doing right now Avery:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- When you get out of bed you kick your legs with excitment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- When I make a bottle and shake it, you burst with  joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Can't get enough of your brother and Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- You love cor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- You hate a binky, it's all my fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- You love to be held, but not cuddled:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- You love, love to  pull folded clothes out of drawers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Love sucking on my cell phone, why, why! One day you will break it, I will not forgive you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- You love pushing buttons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- You hate getting dressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- For such a long time you had just one tooth on top, you would  smile, my heart would melt into a puddle on the floor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- You love watermelon, if someone takes it you scream like a raptor going after its prey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Avery you are the most spoiled baby, I promise I will change,...... someday? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- You love to army crawl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Masquitos don't bite you, you must have your moms sour blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- you love graham crackers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- You could play in the pool all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-You love your Angie.  You cuddle her more than your own MOTHER, I don't approve! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Your can't decide if you like dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SntTXZDjLbI/AAAAAAAAAWA/d58nKIShoSc/s1600-h/IMG_3727.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-5628964235216247812?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/5628964235216247812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=5628964235216247812' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/5628964235216247812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/5628964235216247812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/08/beer-goggles.html' title='&quot;Beer Goggles&quot;'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SqFfwuOb4MI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ekeKA2TNVWE/s72-c/IMG_3727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-6130360120016472196</id><published>2009-08-03T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:35:36.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmel, really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SniBqEljX_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/XU-Balc-kPs/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SniBqEljX_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/XU-Balc-kPs/s400/IMG_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366181515797684210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the day after, nasty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have grown a whole new level of compassion, understanding, and empathy for people who have suffered from any type of burn. How can such a small burn cause such exquisite pain!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Angie, Lindsey, and I decided to make Carmel corn. There is nothing better than filling the kitchen with laughter, love, stories, jokes, fighting and each other! While the desired treat of the week is on its count down to be devoured by the herds " Thatcher crew". These are the moments I want to freeze in time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; didn't quite make it to the feeding troff, we burned the carmel, ok I burned the carmel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Lindsey and I were pouring out the carmel to make a new batch, as I saw a large piece fall, ever so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;slowly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;to scorch several layers of skin off my foot. As I watched the carmel drop, I remember thinking, "this is going to burn, MOVE YOUR FOOT!!" I didn't move it, the pain set in! I was in idiot mode; of course the sink was full of dirty dishes. I couldn't relive the burning sensation with running my foot under the faucet. I grabbed as much water as I could hold in the cup of my hand and threw it on my foot, really what was I thinking, that was not going to stop the boiling carmel from continuing to cook my foot. Lindsey, Angie, and Melissa had potatoes peeled, and a bucket of ice before I got my 2nd tsp of water to stop the burning. They were amazing I had peeled potatoes on my foot in a matter of 20 seconds. They were peeling them so fast their knuckles were bleeding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best part of the night was a few minutes after the HUGE commotion, Brent and Kyle walk in wondering what was taking so long. After they accessed the situation, Brent says, " So, you burnt the carmel!" We never got around to making the 2nd batch, the night suddenly turned into a "potato rotation party."  They all took turns peeling and rotating a new batch of raw potatoes every 5 minutes for my new-blistered foot. Lesson learned, move your foot when you see smoldering hot lava, descending to rest on your foot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SniBEy4f3CI/AAAAAAAAAiA/w6w_lYJaLYM/s1600-h/IMG_3750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SniBEy4f3CI/AAAAAAAAAiA/w6w_lYJaLYM/s400/IMG_3750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366180875390147618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is 11 days after, you would think that it would heal faster, not so! I always thought I had such cute feet..., I know a little vain.  Feet are wonderful you can be 9 months pregnant, fat, and ugly but, your feet can always be cute! Now that me foot will be scared, maybe I will start to love my elbows?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-6130360120016472196?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/6130360120016472196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=6130360120016472196' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/6130360120016472196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/6130360120016472196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/08/carmel-really.html' title='Carmel, really?'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SniBqEljX_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/XU-Balc-kPs/s72-c/IMG_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-3148391597974704666</id><published>2009-07-26T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:20:26.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Updtae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmzHlk0AhXI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Y3bmc5MEoFI/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmzHlk0AhXI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Y3bmc5MEoFI/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362880704642319730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Boating at Lake Walcot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Smt4IFNodHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Ymk_P3_fEfs/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Smt4IFNodHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Ymk_P3_fEfs/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362511861548348530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kade and Kyle setting up the tent on the 4th of July in Idaho.  It was great fun with the whole Thatcher crew.  We went up to Lake Walcot in Idaho.  It was a lot of fun, you don't get the Thatcher Family camping together very often.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Smt4IWbdyuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/SlWbyNI9RW4/s1600-h/IMG_3522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Smt4IWbdyuI/AAAAAAAAAVg/SlWbyNI9RW4/s320/IMG_3522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362511866169772770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go karting with Kade and Kyle.  Our last lap Kyle smashed the back of my go-kart and I was pinned.  I sat there thinking someone would come and pull me out.  I waited....., then decided to pull myself out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmiwYtoDEhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/AafzDsciESI/s1600-h/IMG_3651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmiwYtoDEhI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/AafzDsciESI/s320/IMG_3651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361729294995493394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were lucky enough to get to watch Jack all week.  They had so much fun, Kade would wake up and say " what fun thing are we going to do today?" We will miss our "Jackels".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Smiu-6wmdQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/t2JcVJP1xZs/s1600-h/IMG_3655.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/Smiu-6wmdQI/AAAAAAAAAU4/t2JcVJP1xZs/s320/IMG_3655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361727752332801282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I went looking for the boys,  in the sand box.  I hear Kade saying " Jack you pull them out like this."  I was a little mad that they pulled most the beets before the were ready, but  really how could I be mad at these two cute faces.  They filled Kade's wheelbarrow full of beets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmiwYLvdLCI/AAAAAAAAAVI/AU1-yXL1fQk/s1600-h/IMG_3667.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmiwYLvdLCI/AAAAAAAAAVI/AU1-yXL1fQk/s320/IMG_3667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361729285899758626" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Avery in a pile of beets in the wheelbarrow, we believe in innoculating our baby girl at birth from the mosquitoes.  They will soon learn her blood is very SOUR.  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmYgJ53sdwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/3Icf7BU29wo/s1600-h/IMG_3509.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmYgJ53sdwI/AAAAAAAAAUY/3Icf7BU29wo/s320/IMG_3509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361007760956487426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Saturday Kade pulled all the radishes out of the garden and put them in a cute little basket for grandma.  Planting, weeding, watering, harvesting, and cooking the veggies are the highlight of Kades summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmYgx0Z_apI/AAAAAAAAAUw/WTjSB-VujoM/s1600-h/IMG_3514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmYgx0Z_apI/AAAAAAAAAUw/WTjSB-VujoM/s320/IMG_3514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361008446684490386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kade and his basket of goodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmYgxlJ_KUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/m4QhZUAjoIk/s1600-h/IMG_3478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmYgxlJ_KUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/m4QhZUAjoIk/s320/IMG_3478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361008442590832962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fishing with Max, they thought they had died and gone to heaven.  The didn't catch a fish, but poked one with their fishing poles, they thought that was way cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmYgJQ6n-jI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/f1fdkSfGrl4/s1600-h/IMG_3470.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmYgJQ6n-jI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/f1fdkSfGrl4/s320/IMG_3470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361007749962922546" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Kade was begging Kyle to help him shovel concrete.  He found his little shovel and boots all by himself, then just looked at Kyle and said "just let me daddy, please!"  How could you say no to a boy who just wants to help his dad.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmYfUlAe3fI/AAAAAAAAAUI/LWC5AsMKNb0/s1600-h/IMG_3471.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmYfUlAe3fI/AAAAAAAAAUI/LWC5AsMKNb0/s1600-h/IMG_3471.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmYfUlAe3fI/AAAAAAAAAUI/LWC5AsMKNb0/s320/IMG_3471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361006844823133682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX6XLr99YI/AAAAAAAAATI/EoMSpUDOV00/s1600-h/IMG_3646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX6XLr99YI/AAAAAAAAATI/EoMSpUDOV00/s320/IMG_3646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360966207635584386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Angie's Birthday July 20th, we all went to to Hyrum Damn to go boating.  The kids had more fun on the beach than in the boat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX6W9fXy7I/AAAAAAAAATA/HJcNZxATCRg/s1600-h/IMG_3640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX6W9fXy7I/AAAAAAAAATA/HJcNZxATCRg/s320/IMG_3640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360966203824655282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack and Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX6WgdKJOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/N_LPrEgONyA/s1600-h/IMG_3628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX6WgdKJOI/AAAAAAAAAS4/N_LPrEgONyA/s320/IMG_3628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360966196030743778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brynlee eating her 3rd piece of watermelon, I don't think there is a cuter little girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX6WQa4QzI/AAAAAAAAASw/Oy6V_aVDIFw/s1600-h/IMG_3616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX6WQa4QzI/AAAAAAAAASw/Oy6V_aVDIFw/s320/IMG_3616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360966191726215986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, mine is pretty cute TOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX6WKMsIXI/AAAAAAAAASo/Yip3mICka08/s1600-h/IMG_3600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX6WKMsIXI/AAAAAAAAASo/Yip3mICka08/s320/IMG_3600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360966190056087922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Birthday girl and the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX5q0a0efI/AAAAAAAAASY/gU45yB2e9xQ/s1600-h/IMG_3566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX5q0a0efI/AAAAAAAAASY/gU45yB2e9xQ/s320/IMG_3566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360965445475400178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brynlee trying to give Avery, just ONE  kiss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX5quFpWDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Zx2t99uTxQs/s1600-h/IMG_3558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX5quFpWDI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Zx2t99uTxQs/s320/IMG_3558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360965443775977522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX5qQkzTCI/AAAAAAAAASI/myz71VB4JBI/s1600-h/IMG_3549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX5qQkzTCI/AAAAAAAAASI/myz71VB4JBI/s320/IMG_3549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360965435853589538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX5p4RnqUI/AAAAAAAAASA/bC7ex_TvTrU/s1600-h/IMG_3553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmX5p4RnqUI/AAAAAAAAASA/bC7ex_TvTrU/s320/IMG_3553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360965429330684226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery eating some dirt at Hyrum Dam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmzHlk-OcOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/m-0QpfU7M1U/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmzHlk-OcOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/m-0QpfU7M1U/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362880704685175010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went and visited Grandma Hess a few weeks ago, well maybe we should have stayed home. Kaden got a hold of the Roundup and thought it would be fun to water the lawn. This is the great piece of art work that he created. It looks like a very creative alien.&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/2977557915140447533-3148391597974704666?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/3148391597974704666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=3148391597974704666' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/3148391597974704666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/3148391597974704666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-updtae.html' title='Summer Updtae'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SmzHlk0AhXI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Y3bmc5MEoFI/s72-c/IMG_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-419143033007852929</id><published>2009-05-23T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:39:17.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcscXDM5zI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/gc8TOQWuVtA/s1600-h/IMG_2890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcscXDM5zI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/gc8TOQWuVtA/s400/IMG_2890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338784749006415666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a the top of a hike to see a lighthouse.  We were told that this is the best place to whale watch.  It was still whale season, but we didn't see a single whale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcscH24Q2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/4Q0E5KnEsME/s1600-h/IMG_2897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcscH24Q2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/4Q0E5KnEsME/s400/IMG_2897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338784744928199522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/Shcsb_IkI9I/AAAAAAAAAhA/pbLomOGope4/s1600-h/IMG_2883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/Shcsb_IkI9I/AAAAAAAAAhA/pbLomOGope4/s400/IMG_2883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338784742586459090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was such  perfect day for a hike, the wind was blowing, the sun was hiding behind clouds, the tempature was perfect.  Kade only makes it about ten steps and wants to be carried the whole way.  I am hoping that he will soon realize that we can't go hiking if he wants to be carried the whole way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/Shcsbi1uIPI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xQxyNHIyFEw/s1600-h/IMG_2911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/Shcsbi1uIPI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xQxyNHIyFEw/s400/IMG_2911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338784734991229170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcsbQMsubI/AAAAAAAAAgw/4eblegpDkmQ/s1600-h/IMG_2937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcsbQMsubI/AAAAAAAAAgw/4eblegpDkmQ/s400/IMG_2937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338784729987332530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This guy would do a back flip into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcrgvyiWgI/AAAAAAAAAgo/MKHV4F1JRfk/s1600-h/IMG_2975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcrgvyiWgI/AAAAAAAAAgo/MKHV4F1JRfk/s400/IMG_2975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338783724855253506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have such  love for feet, every girl needs her toes done.  You can be fat, pregnant and ugly.  You can get your toes done and you feel like something is cute.  I love Avery's little toes.  She had a french Manicure within the first week that she was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/Shcrgb97mmI/AAAAAAAAAgg/XomzntJCbZk/s1600-h/IMG_3026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/Shcrgb97mmI/AAAAAAAAAgg/XomzntJCbZk/s400/IMG_3026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338783719534336610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole 2009 crew in front of the Hukilau Beach sign right next to our house.  I think this is the only picture we got of us all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcPHXRQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAf4/02zHf269K-8/s1600-h/IMG_3032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcPHXRQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAf4/02zHf269K-8/s400/IMG_3032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338752502450936834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New favorite place to eat in Haleiwa.  It is tai food, that will make you wanting more, dreaming of it when you leave for weeks.  If you are in Hawaii this is a must try place to eat on the North Shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcPHH31SFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/-mGqKkp7F9o/s1600-h/IMG_2865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcPHH31SFI/AAAAAAAAAfw/-mGqKkp7F9o/s400/IMG_2865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338752498317740114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best burger I have ever eaten.  On of the favorite places to eat when we are in Hawaii.  All the great places to eat are in Haleiwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcPGyOuclI/AAAAAAAAAfo/lDplno2BR-o/s1600-h/IMG_2790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcPGyOuclI/AAAAAAAAAfo/lDplno2BR-o/s400/IMG_2790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338752492508181074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swimming in fresh water is so refreshing.  Don't worry Sid did NOT get in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcPGvJwY8I/AAAAAAAAAfg/w0fL2jVSlys/s1600-h/IMG_2783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcPGvJwY8I/AAAAAAAAAfg/w0fL2jVSlys/s400/IMG_2783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338752491682030530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only reason Kade smiled and looked at the camera....we bribed him with a sucker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcLd36voJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Y8DUKtRoH3U/s1600-h/IMG_2660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcLd36voJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Y8DUKtRoH3U/s400/IMG_2660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338748491125465234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery at Sunset beach, right before the sunset.  To bad it started raining so we didn't see the spectacular sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcLdcVG6SI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/LfzCakL74JI/s1600-h/IMG_2657.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcLdcVG6SI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/LfzCakL74JI/s400/IMG_2657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338748483719850274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little miss Brynlee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcLdc4PNjI/AAAAAAAAAfI/UwXKN8XSbxo/s1600-h/IMG_3072.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcLdc4PNjI/AAAAAAAAAfI/UwXKN8XSbxo/s400/IMG_3072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338748483867194930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The great debate: who has the best shaved ice, Aoki's or Matsumoto's ? I think they are just about the same.  The tourisits like Matsumotos for the name and fame, the locals like Aoki's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcLdIJBOsI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VhIC7M_9csA/s1600-h/IMG_2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcLdIJBOsI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VhIC7M_9csA/s400/IMG_2605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338748478300437186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcKcKLqo7I/AAAAAAAAAe4/rYO_bpSfu5Y/s1600-h/IMG_2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcKcKLqo7I/AAAAAAAAAe4/rYO_bpSfu5Y/s400/IMG_2585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338747362156913586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In front of Aoki's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcKbzZtj1I/AAAAAAAAAew/rvmYnlwHRdk/s1600-h/IMG_2554.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcKbzZtj1I/AAAAAAAAAew/rvmYnlwHRdk/s400/IMG_2554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338747356041809746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo is random I know, we think she is going to be the next piano prodige.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcKbSqbitI/AAAAAAAAAeo/rZp7JPYjdYU/s1600-h/IMG_2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcKbSqbitI/AAAAAAAAAeo/rZp7JPYjdYU/s400/IMG_2496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338747347253562066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle and Kade at the Zoo in Waikiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcKbSrYseI/AAAAAAAAAeg/TwNh44BI8jM/s1600-h/IMG_2410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcKbSrYseI/AAAAAAAAAeg/TwNh44BI8jM/s400/IMG_2410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338747347257569762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShW8vtB9GlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/6O4kUqoOUfk/s1600-h/saint+patricks+Day+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShW8vtB9GlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/6O4kUqoOUfk/s400/saint+patricks+Day+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338380461045258834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kenzie is so sweet with baby Avery, she is always the first one to ask to hold her, feed her, and love her.  I think it is so darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShW8vXgvpAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qEQEaWIiVUY/s1600-h/saint+patricks+Day+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShW8vXgvpAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qEQEaWIiVUY/s400/saint+patricks+Day+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338380455268819970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angie, Nichole, MaRea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShW8vYHaUzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ciCalk2Jqt4/s1600-h/saint+patricks+Day+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShW8vYHaUzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ciCalk2Jqt4/s400/saint+patricks+Day+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338380455431000882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Dole Plantation is always a hit on a rainy day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShW8u9dMylI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Jxf3q3Uk25k/s1600-h/saint+patricks+Day+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShW8u9dMylI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Jxf3q3Uk25k/s400/saint+patricks+Day+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338380448274631250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma would take the kids on a walk on the beach every morning.  The kids LOVED going, they would be gone for hours sometimes.  They always brought home several treasures they found on their exersion.  Thanks mom for being so wonderful to all of our kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpbKr02PxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MTE-3ilZuYM/s1600-h/IMG_2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpbKr02PxI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MTE-3ilZuYM/s400/IMG_2293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335176947694976786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Angie, had so much fun with the kids, crab hunting!! They loved it, I mean how could you not?  All the kids had their own flash light, and run along the beach scavenging for their next victim.   Kade came in so excited to to show us all  that they caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpbKJo3r3I/AAAAAAAAAco/7A5iEyvAOWQ/s1600-h/IMG_2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpbKJo3r3I/AAAAAAAAAco/7A5iEyvAOWQ/s400/IMG_2285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335176938517933938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kade trying to find his perfect stick for the marshmellow roast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpaF85copI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WzJ96F8HLDc/s1600-h/IMG_2278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpaF85copI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WzJ96F8HLDc/s400/IMG_2278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335175766866698898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is an official tradition for the Thatcher family to have a camp fire,  behind the house on the beach.  The last two years it has started to rain on us it has always cleared up in  a few minutes.   This year we made tin foil dinners and roasted mallows.  There is nothing better than a tin foil dinner, I could eat them every night, maybe it is just that we are outside with a campfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpaFoMAJ_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/tb_S0-RvsLo/s1600-h/IMG_2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpaFoMAJ_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/tb_S0-RvsLo/s400/IMG_2242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335175761307379698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kade trying on some snorkel gear at Hanuma Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpaFXzb78I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/UF2ceH4jo6M/s1600-h/IMG_2245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpaFXzb78I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/UF2ceH4jo6M/s400/IMG_2245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335175756909375426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was to funny to pass up, Really....who sits at the hot sunny beach in shoes and pants?  A kid even asked dad " what are you doing on the beach with shoes and pants on?" Dad was such a sport, he just sat in the sand reading his book, I think he even made it for longer than an hour!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpaFOAWwpI/AAAAAAAAAcI/sEasB9M8GYs/s1600-h/IMG_2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpaFOAWwpI/AAAAAAAAAcI/sEasB9M8GYs/s400/IMG_2258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335175754279207570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpXjF3KeEI/AAAAAAAAAcA/hd-IW50z4-E/s1600-h/IMG_2232.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpXjF3KeEI/AAAAAAAAAcA/hd-IW50z4-E/s400/IMG_2232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335172968954361922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is there anything more sweet than this face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpXiwcKQpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/D4ylHrXuBy4/s1600-h/IMG_2169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpXiwcKQpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/D4ylHrXuBy4/s400/IMG_2169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335172963203957394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a sweet little girl, we sure love her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpXih7n2KI/AAAAAAAAAbw/-3QnjaqX1hk/s1600-h/IMG_2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpXih7n2KI/AAAAAAAAAbw/-3QnjaqX1hk/s400/IMG_2160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335172959309387938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kade hanging out with some turtles on the North Shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpT_DHAc_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/FK-w3N8Uo6A/s1600-h/IMG_2108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpT_DHAc_I/AAAAAAAAAbg/FK-w3N8Uo6A/s400/IMG_2108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335169051205334002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching the kite sailers on the North Point.  This is always a fun activity on Sundays.  Kade has such a hard time understanding why we don't get to swim on sundays.  There really is no easy explanation to a three year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpT-plFNQI/AAAAAAAAAbY/X20chIh0pKc/s1600-h/IMG_2082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpT-plFNQI/AAAAAAAAAbY/X20chIh0pKc/s400/IMG_2082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335169044352152834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was her first time touching sand, I think she was a little perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpT-TvpLxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/7E_Zv_YTT3Y/s1600-h/IMG_2064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpT-TvpLxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/7E_Zv_YTT3Y/s400/IMG_2064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335169038490873618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpT-NVG8tI/AAAAAAAAAbI/0pzX10pLEGY/s1600-h/IMG_1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpT-NVG8tI/AAAAAAAAAbI/0pzX10pLEGY/s400/IMG_1996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335169036768965330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun watching the boys chase the waves back and forth.  The could have been out on the beach everyday all day. The had such a wonderful time toghether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpRnaXlYxI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Zbd25jThsP0/s1600-h/IMG_2033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpRnaXlYxI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Zbd25jThsP0/s400/IMG_2033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335166446108762898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpRnLshRNI/AAAAAAAAAa4/o1QiJgvEDIg/s1600-h/IMG_1952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpRnLshRNI/AAAAAAAAAa4/o1QiJgvEDIg/s400/IMG_1952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335166442170041554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpRm3D5QbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/mBkQJkDLDjY/s1600-h/IMG_1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SgpRm3D5QbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/mBkQJkDLDjY/s400/IMG_1939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335166436630938034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture does not do justice, to how adorable Brynlee looked in her cherry swimsuit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-419143033007852929?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/419143033007852929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=419143033007852929' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/419143033007852929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/419143033007852929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/05/hawaii-2009.html' title='Hawaii 2009'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/ShcscXDM5zI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/gc8TOQWuVtA/s72-c/IMG_2890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-4767423407269932956</id><published>2009-04-16T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:12:21.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter in Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegUqhKj6HI/AAAAAAAAAak/s992SXv5e7I/s1600-h/IMG_1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegUqhKj6HI/AAAAAAAAAak/s992SXv5e7I/s400/IMG_1974.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325529280055339122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Easter was a little different, we went on a  Easter egg hunt at an LDS ranch a mile from our house.  The ranch had plenty of farm animals for the kids to pet, free horse rides, Easter bunny, golden eggs worth $5.00 and 6,000 eggs.  All the kids came home with plenty of eggs and candy.  Ally even came home with one of the golden eggs worth some money.   It wasa  spectacular Easter.  Mom even made and Easter dinner to die for, but then again every meal she puts together is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegUqSXSOLI/AAAAAAAAAac/BfedapTqCaA/s1600-h/IMG_1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegUqLC4AXI/AAAAAAAAAaU/u0xQkVsbZGU/s1600-h/IMG_1923.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegQsHtrj3I/AAAAAAAAAaM/MP-p8Jbe3-E/s1600-h/IMG_1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegQsHtrj3I/AAAAAAAAAaM/MP-p8Jbe3-E/s400/IMG_1879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325524909536546674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tibbitts crew walking to the entrance of the Easter egg hunt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegPltFfexI/AAAAAAAAAZk/3AYsKV3zWpA/s400/IMG_1878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325523699797818130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegQrzk58yI/AAAAAAAAAaE/N8o67g361KM/s1600-h/IMG_1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegQrzk58yI/AAAAAAAAAaE/N8o67g361KM/s1600-h/IMG_1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;Kade running, who knows where his family is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegQrTJ7uEI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NPNnPEX2NJA/s400/IMG_1905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325524895427967042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had been waiting for "The Hunt" to start, then the Easter bunny came riding in.  All the children and adults cheered with pure joy!  Really does life get any better than hunting for candy?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I do have an confession to make to my family.  When we were young, "I admit it" I cheated at least three years.  I would get up at like 4:00 AM and find half the candy around the house, then go to bed and find some more with everyone else in the morning.  I always felt guilty but then again my Easter candy always outlasted the rest of the gang. The worst year was when Ginger our dog went through and licked all the candy, even before I got to it, that will go down in history as the worst Easter EVER!!  So I am clean I will never feel bad again about the stealing of the Easter candy again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegQrzk58yI/AAAAAAAAAaE/N8o67g361KM/s1600-h/IMG_1914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegQrzk58yI/AAAAAAAAAaE/N8o67g361KM/s400/IMG_1914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325524904131031842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am sure some 4-H student thought this was the most cleaver spot on the whole ranch to put and Easter egg.  Kaden didn't even think twice about the horse poo all around his egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegQrTJ7uEI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/NPNnPEX2NJA/s1600-h/IMG_1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegPmJy6HYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/CJjE9yqBsiI/s1600-h/IMG_1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegPmJy6HYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/CJjE9yqBsiI/s400/IMG_1893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325523707504500098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Brynlee waiting for the cow bell to be heard, by all the children anticipating their new found pot, of golden candy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegPl_LKymI/AAAAAAAAAZs/eTzm577LrCU/s1600-h/IMG_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegPl_LKymI/AAAAAAAAAZs/eTzm577LrCU/s400/IMG_1908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325523704653466210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegPltFfexI/AAAAAAAAAZk/3AYsKV3zWpA/s1600-h/IMG_1878.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-4767423407269932956?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/4767423407269932956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=4767423407269932956' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4767423407269932956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4767423407269932956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-in-hawaii.html' title='Easter in Hawaii'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SegUqhKj6HI/AAAAAAAAAak/s992SXv5e7I/s72-c/IMG_1974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-1250596780455628346</id><published>2009-03-25T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:09:50.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSE SOLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; 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&lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;long&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bumpy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; roller coaster.  We ended up under contract for nearly SIX months, because we had signed two contracts previous to this one.  Honestly, who does that happen to? The closing date was moved over Five times, yes you heard me five times.   We were lucky to have buyers that were solid in every aspect of the loan and were dealings with some unforeseen circumstances which made it difficult on both of us.  It was a relief when they agreed to move in early and begin making payments.  That made our situation much easier. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To make a long story &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SHORT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; we &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CLOSED&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on our house today and, it feels so good.  Kyle and I walked out of the title company thrilled, ecstatic, and feeling very blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so many great and wonderful times in our home.  We put a lot of sweat and blood into it. Installing, sanding and varnishing the hardwood floors, Kyle laying the tile in the bathroom with no running water in the WINTER, (thanks Justi for the water) Lindsey helping us paint 9 months pregnant, painting the walls over and over just to get the perfect amount of glaze on, building a mailbox in the middle of rain storm, digging the trenches in the yard, laying the sprinkler lines, filling the trenches, leveling the yard, planting and waiting, and waiting for the grass to grow, building a garden seeing Kaden so excited to watch the plants grow, building custom cabinets for the library and last but not least Kyle finishing the whole entire basement! It was wonderful to work so hard on something and have it turn out, just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss our home and and all the great friendships we made in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Eagle&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Mountain&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; .  It was a great stop for our family.  There will always be a special place in our hearts for 2105 Shadow Dr.  There are lessons to be learned for all phases of life and I think patience will be at the top of our list for this phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-1250596780455628346?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/1250596780455628346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=1250596780455628346' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/1250596780455628346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/1250596780455628346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/03/house.html' title='HOUSE SOLD'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-2228723911285706616</id><published>2009-03-09T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:19:59.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random photos, random thoughts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWikdHiv9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/hvhzFOiJZXA/s1600-h/09+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWikdHiv9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/hvhzFOiJZXA/s400/09+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311330082728624082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was funny, Mom and Jack feel asleep in Sacrament together.  How she makes it through the Temple everyday at 5:00 AM is a mystery to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWfSbXWfGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/MSvSy1kWR5s/s1600-h/09+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWfSbXWfGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/MSvSy1kWR5s/s400/09+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311326474485529698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did it! Avery got her ears pierced.  It has been a month and I think Kyle has excepted that his baby girl has holes in her ears.  This was right before we made the plung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWfR5JyouI/AAAAAAAAAY8/D-vyGGw8McY/s1600-h/09+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWfR5JyouI/AAAAAAAAAY8/D-vyGGw8McY/s400/09+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311326465301848802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kade's favorite thing at Discovery Gateway.  I don't know why he likes that horse so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWfRrgcoeI/AAAAAAAAAY0/iMfb0IEcMIE/s1600-h/09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWfRrgcoeI/AAAAAAAAAY0/iMfb0IEcMIE/s400/09+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311326461638779362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie, Rach, Allie, and Avery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWeaQS67pI/AAAAAAAAAYM/IuDehQbQPqs/s1600-h/09+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWeaQS67pI/AAAAAAAAAYM/IuDehQbQPqs/s400/09+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311325509441482386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys getting ready to go skiing for the first time up  the mountain. What was I thinking..... three boys,  all at once!  They did a great job, but man was I sore the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWebh8ZN4I/AAAAAAAAAYk/k7AjKbCnjvM/s1600-h/09+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWebh8ZN4I/AAAAAAAAAYk/k7AjKbCnjvM/s400/09+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311325531358705538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kade waiting for his turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWebEpTOMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/pgUCI3iI8g0/s1600-h/09+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWebEpTOMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/pgUCI3iI8g0/s400/09+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311325523493992642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Kade bowling for the first time he loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWea5c7ROI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jq_uODJSY3g/s1600-h/09+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWea5c7ROI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jq_uODJSY3g/s400/09+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311325520489301218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery just chilling at the bowling Ally&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/2977557915140447533-2228723911285706616?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/2228723911285706616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=2228723911285706616' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/2228723911285706616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/2228723911285706616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-photos-random-thoughts.html' title='Random photos, random thoughts!'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SbWikdHiv9I/AAAAAAAAAZc/hvhzFOiJZXA/s72-c/09+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-4294221788295453765</id><published>2009-02-16T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:45:52.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Three Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SZmzs9M233I/AAAAAAAAAX0/t_BcQONIjic/s1600-h/IMG_1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SZmzs9M233I/AAAAAAAAAX0/t_BcQONIjic/s320/IMG_1650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303467621129576306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Avery before trying her first round of carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SZmztMRqcMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/FQk4a7nzadU/s1600-h/IMG_1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SZmztMRqcMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/FQk4a7nzadU/s320/IMG_1643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303467625176264898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery after trying carrots, I guess we will wait a bit longer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SZmzs6r84QI/AAAAAAAAAXs/3rzTT83PVuc/s1600-h/IMG_1658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SZmzs6r84QI/AAAAAAAAAXs/3rzTT83PVuc/s320/IMG_1658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303467620454686978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle thinks this picture is so funny of her, I don't know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmiM9X2eGI/AAAAAAAAARw/aNXMDFaxbJQ/s1600-h/IMG_1628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmiM9X2eGI/AAAAAAAAARw/aNXMDFaxbJQ/s320/IMG_1628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303448379722201186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery's number one fan, her cousin Brynlee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmiMrghjAI/AAAAAAAAARo/eWzjoCvk_3c/s1600-h/IMG_1617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmiMrghjAI/AAAAAAAAARo/eWzjoCvk_3c/s320/IMG_1617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303448374926740482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery showing off her cute dress from Melissa C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmiMSqtGEI/AAAAAAAAARg/P8XYf7qYU5o/s1600-h/IMG_1597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmiMSqtGEI/AAAAAAAAARg/P8XYf7qYU5o/s320/IMG_1597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303448368258553922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle reading stories before bedtime.  Carson and Brynlee always join in when they're around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmiL97T9gI/AAAAAAAAARY/LAmWgTi1Qw4/s1600-h/IMG_1586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmiL97T9gI/AAAAAAAAARY/LAmWgTi1Qw4/s320/IMG_1586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303448362691065346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kade's first attempt at skiing.  We tried a few small hills at the farm, then just went back and forth on the lane.  He did great for his first time, but he was too distracted by his cousins feeding the fish in the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmSYuQ7cEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ouHl8gsa7ME/s1600-h/IMG_1445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmSYuQ7cEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ouHl8gsa7ME/s320/IMG_1445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303430989639020610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the gun we heard about for 2 months prior to Shristmas.  He kept telling us that Santa was going to bring him a "little gun with something in it to shoot monsters and bad guys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmSYP9LaCI/AAAAAAAAARI/QvrKr2E7sto/s1600-h/IMG_1385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmSYP9LaCI/AAAAAAAAARI/QvrKr2E7sto/s320/IMG_1385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303430981503117346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Thatcher passed out tiny trees for all the kids to decorate.  He became very involved in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmSX-rhC0I/AAAAAAAAARA/GwIlmdjjTwg/s1600-h/IMG_1404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmSX-rhC0I/AAAAAAAAARA/GwIlmdjjTwg/s320/IMG_1404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303430976865635138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burning of the tree this year was great.  Though we only had one tree, the flames were spectacular and before going to bed around 2 am we noticed that the rest of the pile had caught on fire.  Good thing it was foggy that night or someone would have call the fire department about the 25 foot flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmSXuX_QzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qVnL-m8CSMs/s1600-h/IMG_1348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmSXuX_QzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qVnL-m8CSMs/s320/IMG_1348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303430972488762162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kade, Thatcher and Carson getting ready for a ride behind the four wheeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmQlY6DoBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/96H2xRLFPaI/s1600-h/IMG_1301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SZmQlY6DoBI/AAAAAAAAAQw/96H2xRLFPaI/s320/IMG_1301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303429008220987410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think she's quite cute, don't you?&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/2977557915140447533-4294221788295453765?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/4294221788295453765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=4294221788295453765' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4294221788295453765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4294221788295453765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='Last Three Months'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SZmzs9M233I/AAAAAAAAAX0/t_BcQONIjic/s72-c/IMG_1650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-4096233818181104664</id><published>2009-01-24T11:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:51:43.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P90X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SXty9pvR-eI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qmlPz1mrf5Q/s1600-h/p90x-z1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SXty9pvR-eI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qmlPz1mrf5Q/s320/p90x-z1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294952190405900770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not heard of P90X it's time to join in.  I'm sure if Oprah could get through the workouts she would have it on her show, it's that great!   I'm giving a shout out to anyone  and everyone who wants to join in on the fun.  Starting Monday there is a group of us you are going to make it through the whole 90 days of P90X.   Let me warn you this is not an easy program you would find at your local aerobics class, which I do love but, the results are not the same.  It's a set of 12 DVD's of AMAZING workouts that will leave you sore like you have never been before.  All you need is a set of weights, or bands and pull up bar.   Discovery Health did a 30 minute special on the amazing results that you get from the program.  IF YOU DARE JOIN IN ON THE FUN!!!! We can keep everyone motivated, let me know if you want in.     And I am sure I could find a way to get you a cheap set of DVD's if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MaRea/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-4096233818181104664?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/4096233818181104664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=4096233818181104664' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4096233818181104664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4096233818181104664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/01/p90x.html' title='P90X'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SXty9pvR-eI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qmlPz1mrf5Q/s72-c/p90x-z1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-3244042492026432342</id><published>2009-01-08T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:18:08.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag X 3</title><content type='html'>What was the last 3 things you purchased?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My favorite purchase of the year, the green machine a sewing machine from the 1930.  I could sew all day on it, why can’t they build sewing machines like they did in the olden days.&lt;br /&gt;2. A little red camera for my purse.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ski jacket &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what were the last 3 songs you downloaded on your ipod?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What ever was on the computer at the farm? I need to visit Chelsey for more tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your 3 favorite Movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shawshank Redemption&lt;br /&gt;2. Juno&lt;br /&gt;3. Dan in real life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are 3 things you have not done yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pack to move, if our house falls through this time I guess I’m not living my life right??&lt;br /&gt;2. Deliver Christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;3. Return Christmas presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are your 3 favorite TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Office&lt;br /&gt;2. 24&lt;br /&gt;3. Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are 3 things you cannot live without?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My family&lt;br /&gt;2. Be memory foam matters&lt;br /&gt;3. Camera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are your 3 favorite dishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chicken Curry&lt;br /&gt;2. Chicken tortilla soup&lt;br /&gt;3. Brisket &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are your 3 favorite desserts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crème Brule &lt;br /&gt;2.  Sorbet&lt;br /&gt;3. Cheesecake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what 3 things would you buy if money was not an issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Build my dream house on the farm&lt;br /&gt;2.  Brand new Natural Gas Escalade &lt;br /&gt;3.  New skis, new boobs what more could a girl want!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have 3 wishes what would they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To move to Hawaii, South America, or even Europe for a few years&lt;br /&gt;2. Have a one year supply of food storage; oatmeal doesn’t count even though I think we could survive on our oatmeal supply &lt;br /&gt;3. To be done packing and playing Rock Band!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-3244042492026432342?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/3244042492026432342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=3244042492026432342' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/3244042492026432342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/3244042492026432342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-x-3.html' title='Tag X 3'/><author><name>Kyle Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002385997207932412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-4756165880748677864</id><published>2008-12-11T09:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:45:34.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in Palm Springs</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMaRea%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was a little skeptical driving with two kidos to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, but Avery and Kade were little angels. Avery slept the whole way their and back, it was a dream come true. Kade he was in Curious George heaven. We bought him the movie, well worth the $15.00 spent at Wal-Mart!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUITHhRuDzI/AAAAAAAAAWk/YD6Nw3fMTUM/s1600-h/IMG_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUITHhRuDzI/AAAAAAAAAWk/YD6Nw3fMTUM/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278802733144346418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and stayed the night and went shopping the next day.  If you have not seen a Cirqu De Sole show in Vegas it is a must see event.  They are a little $$$ pricey but well worth the experience.  I think I know why I don't live close to an Indian reservation, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Las   Vegas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, or any place that has a legal Black Jack table.  Time for a little confession I played Black Jack from 10:00 pm until 6:00 am.  I think it is my new favorite sin to commit, as I said it is a good thing I don't live close to the border of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Utah&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFs5ATVrvI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9Fdkh8nmaeU/s1600-h/blackjack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFs5ATVrvI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9Fdkh8nmaeU/s320/blackjack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278619964844388082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Thanksgiving in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Palm   Springs&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; this year with the gorgeous weather. Mark and Sharee are always such wonderful hosts, their fridge is always stocked with drinks, ice cream, fruit, and it’s well stocked with goodies. Sharee and Tara made such a delicious Thanksgiving feast.  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I don't see it as redneck just a little Thatcher fun.   We went up behind Mark's house and tried out his own personal arson, holy cow I didn't know that one man needed so many guns.  We shot clay pigeons always a good time; Angie was surprisingly good at the whole shotgun thing.  She was way to proud of her well earned bruises on her shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFRVUDna1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/L3UyywuoO_A/s1600-h/IMG_1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFRVUDna1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/L3UyywuoO_A/s320/IMG_1176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278589664857910098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFNLWY1V2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/K6IbKZ5H1mU/s1600-h/IMG_1140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFNLWY1V2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/K6IbKZ5H1mU/s320/IMG_1140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278585095638570850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFUHvMeOvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sx7SW5e5pgI/s1600-h/IMG_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFUHvMeOvI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Sx7SW5e5pgI/s320/IMG_1170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278592730159528690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel getting ready to take off on the motorcycle!!! This is one thing I absolutely love about Dave.  He wants everyone to have such a good time.  He spent 10 minutes helping Rachel get on all her gear.   Rachel’s first time in the mountains on a motorcycle, she did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFz5G_SV3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ECVfcnRnZ9I/s1600-h/IMG_1191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFz5G_SV3I/AAAAAAAAAWc/ECVfcnRnZ9I/s320/IMG_1191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278627663220725618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kade shot his first 22, he thought it was the greates thing ever. Zoom in and check out his face so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFUILQSanI/AAAAAAAAAVM/wSLL8lpP9a4/s1600-h/IMG_1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFUILQSanI/AAAAAAAAAVM/wSLL8lpP9a4/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278592737691724402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFmgNXNIZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/LoVpvr0IG9Y/s1600-h/IMG_1257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFmgNXNIZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/LoVpvr0IG9Y/s320/IMG_1257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278612941783769490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFmeI4oovI/AAAAAAAAAVU/A82E_rGLsDU/s1600-h/IMG_1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFmeI4oovI/AAAAAAAAAVU/A82E_rGLsDU/s320/IMG_1249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278612906222068466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to SeaWorld with the Thatcher crew.  Kade absoultley loved everything about it.  He couldn't get enough of the dolphines.  There was nobody their so we had the park to ourselves.  We didn't have to wait in line once for the rides.  Kade got to go an the Atlantis ride, he thought ti was really fun but when we were done I asked him if he wanted to go again and he said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFoRL-GP1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ngf1wng4NFc/s1600-h/IMG_1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFoRL-GP1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ngf1wng4NFc/s320/IMG_1201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278614882735243090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MaRea, Kyle, and Kade on the ride Atlantis&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFoR5AinWI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-ME2kuZ_kGA/s1600-h/IMG_1265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUFoR5AinWI/AAAAAAAAAVs/-ME2kuZ_kGA/s320/IMG_1265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278614894825086306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Avery just chilling out in the stroller, such a sweet baby!&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/2977557915140447533-4756165880748677864?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/4756165880748677864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=4756165880748677864' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4756165880748677864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4756165880748677864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-in-palm-springs.html' title='Thanksgiving in Palm Springs'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SUITHhRuDzI/AAAAAAAAAWk/YD6Nw3fMTUM/s72-c/IMG_1120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-5908400928205900902</id><published>2008-11-22T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:00:08.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SSitzKlQYlI/AAAAAAAAAP4/G3Ilvh86H_M/s1600-h/twi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SSitzKlQYlI/AAAAAAAAAP4/G3Ilvh86H_M/s320/twi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271654458362716754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SSityxivtGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wO5p9tMmLV8/s1600-h/tw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 83px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SSityxivtGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/wO5p9tMmLV8/s320/tw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271654451641300066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I feel like I'm fifteen again with this post, oh-well.  For those of you who have not seen the movie yet, don't wait any longer!! I loved the whole show.  My expectations were set very low so, I wouldn't be disappointed, a I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed it.  Lindsey and I were sitting in between a friend of ours, Natasha.  After the movie she said  all she heard from both side were , “Jacobs hot",” Edward is so hot" “I even think Charley is hot."   I think a lot of men will be getting a little extra love, thanks to Twilight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-5908400928205900902?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/5908400928205900902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=5908400928205900902' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/5908400928205900902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/5908400928205900902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-review.html' title='Twilight Review'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SSitzKlQYlI/AAAAAAAAAP4/G3Ilvh86H_M/s72-c/twi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-281578458543374533</id><published>2008-11-11T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:42:10.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My best COUPON day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMaRea%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C03%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Last night I walked out of the grocery store felling elated with excitement for all my great finds.  And Kyle says “You are so damn sexy!" I was a little confused because I was not looking all that hot, in my zip up hoodie, jeans, and flip flops.  I looked at him and said what? He says “Your passion for life is beyond sexy!" I guess I will take that complement even if my outrageous passion explodes for making $3.50 for taking home some deli meat.   Sorry I should post this stuff a little earlier so you all have time to catch in on these deals, but I don't go shopping until the end of the sale because I can't stand all the "crazy coupon ladies" Kim if I have to pick you up and take you to the grocery store, so you can feel the euphoric rush as you're getting all kinds of free groceries, I will, I know you need a little extra push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SRm7bFpBZaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tt-Z5Xl_Prw/s1600-h/rice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 62px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SRm7bFpBZaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tt-Z5Xl_Prw/s320/rice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267447313231603106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 60 rice and pasta sides for .13 cents, normally $2.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMaRea%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C07%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SRm7a9j0eBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Wd4cTNNcEdU/s1600-h/meat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 68px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SRm7a9j0eBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Wd4cTNNcEdU/s320/meat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267447311062300690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my favorite deal of the night.  I was paid $3.50 for each deli meat I took.  I only got 10, I felt a little stupid clearing out the deli meat section, and I guess getting paid $35.00 for taking home delicious meat works for me.  Ok so how I got this deal is.... at Albertsons they a have the meat on sale for 2 for $5.00,  On the package they have coupons that say save $1.00 off now peel those off.   There is another peel coupon on top that says TRY ME FREE.  Hillshire will pay you $4.99 to try their new deli meats.  I'm not sure if all Albertsons have the peel coupons on their Hillshire deli meat.  The sale ends today, at least the 2/$5 deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SRm7bVcGxiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Ea6IvX24WyY/s1600-h/shampoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SRm7bVcGxiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Ea6IvX24WyY/s320/shampoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267447317472396834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 60 shampoo and conditioner for a total of .13 cents each.  If you do the math I didn't even pay what the sales tax would have been.   The normal price is $5.33, just for tax I would have paid .27 cents.   I am sure some of you are saying when will you ever use that much shampoo, I am sure I will still have some during the Millennium, if I am still around.  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMaRea%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C08%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 boxes of free toothpaste.  And if you know me I need all 20 boxes so I don't look like this guy in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SRm75lqJ00I/AAAAAAAAAKc/uELaU5hM4pc/s1600-h/tothpaste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SRm75lqJ00I/AAAAAAAAAKc/uELaU5hM4pc/s320/tothpaste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267447837222359874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So in the end I got $580.00 worth of groceries for free.  And will actually make $19.40 after I get my rebate back, not bad!! If you have any questions on how you can get the same deals leave a comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-281578458543374533?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/281578458543374533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=281578458543374533' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/281578458543374533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/281578458543374533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-best-coupon-day.html' title='My best COUPON day!!'/><author><name>Kyle Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002385997207932412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SRm7bFpBZaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/tt-Z5Xl_Prw/s72-c/rice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-7419271181026052097</id><published>2008-11-08T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:18:24.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This should be on Oprah's favorite list!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SRXWrKStNhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9mvNjGyCIG4/s1600-h/frog+tape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SRXWrKStNhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9mvNjGyCIG4/s320/frog+tape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266351376265197074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMaRea%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just the other week I was cursing the blue painter’s tape, that is supposed to do an amazing job. Have you ever wondered how TLC they paint perfect stripes, how in the world do they look perfect? I really found something that does the job with perfection, and it's not because I am a professional painter. I painted three Olive stripes on my wall and they look perfect!!!! The tape is called Frog Tape. I have a new mission in life, and that is to let everyone know to never buy blue tape again, all of your painting projects will be fun again if you buy &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.frogtape.com"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;www.&lt;b&gt;frogtape&lt;/b&gt;.com&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Check out how well it works and let me know how wonderful you painting project have gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-7419271181026052097?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/7419271181026052097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=7419271181026052097' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/7419271181026052097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/7419271181026052097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-should-be-on-oprahs-favorite-list.html' title='This should be on Oprah&apos;s favorite list!!!'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SRXWrKStNhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/9mvNjGyCIG4/s72-c/frog+tape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-5860235820471070513</id><published>2008-11-03T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:09:09.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery has been blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_xXN6BQOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/DjCDQDsVsZM/s1600-h/IMG_0958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_xXN6BQOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/DjCDQDsVsZM/s320/IMG_0958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264691870591697122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_d24b52fI/AAAAAAAAAOw/L7ngMkTxbHk/s1600-h/IMG_0912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_d24b52fI/AAAAAAAAAOw/L7ngMkTxbHk/s320/IMG_0912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264670424351496690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the look that Avery gets right as she is falling asleep.  I think it is so darn cute, she gets those little smiles the whole time as she is drifting off to never never land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMaRea%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_bpKRBtOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QwQR98sibkQ/s1600-h/IMG_0926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_bpKRBtOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/QwQR98sibkQ/s320/IMG_0926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264667989596288226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday was such a perfect day everything went just perfect. Why does blessing your baby have to be stressful? I guess all things worth doing need a little stress to add into the mix of things. Avery looked absolutely gorgeous, I didn't want the day to end, or my sweet baby girl to get one day older. She was exceptionaly good on Sunday, she slept all day. She has been having stomach issues so we got some drops to help with her stomach, I have a new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom made Avery's dress 27 years ago; yes can you believe it something made it through the Thatcher household after 27 years. Lindsey washes Bridal gowns and said she could make it look new again. She did a wonderful job I couldn't have been more pleased. She washed and steamed the dress, it brought tears to my eyes when I saw it, thanks &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Linz&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_boo2e61I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/46RKWxReVVg/s1600-h/IMG_0903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_boo2e61I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/46RKWxReVVg/s320/IMG_0903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264667980626586450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_boo2e61I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/46RKWxReVVg/s1600-h/IMG_0903.jpg"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMaRea%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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There is no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; better meal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;than brisket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We figured if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt; we had the family coming we had to make something really good to make up for the LONG drive, we know, we know we live in the middle of Delta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SRCaoEFCsQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/j_GCM0mD8RM/s1600-h/IMG_0875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SRCaoEFCsQI/AAAAAAAAAPg/j_GCM0mD8RM/s320/IMG_0875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264877977476444418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_bobHNvAI/AAAAAAAAAOI/i0SdQakGKMY/s1600-h/IMG_0877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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As a kid Robbie and I would get our huge pillow cases and start trick-or-treating at 5:00 and go until  9:00 pm.  We would run from house to house without a break by the end of the night our pillow cases were FULL.   To this day I support kids of all ages trick-or-treating.  Kyle and I had a debate on what age was too old to go trick-or-treating, I won there is no age limit, but you do have to dress up if you want candy.   I love that the next few months there is family all around, there is nothing more enjoyable than getting all 10 siblings together and just sitting in our kitchen at the farm talking four hours.  I love that the snow is coming,  hot coco with cream.  And did I mention SKI season, ok so it's a little different when you’re married with kids, but I can still dream of skiing at The Beav 4 times a week for free thanks to the ski school.  Ok, Ok, so back to Halloween and the love of candy.  I think my son Kade has that some love for candy, not a good thing! He loved running from house to house getting a new prize in his" bucket of junk." Here are a few pictures of our Halloween.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_TIfX0W6I/AAAAAAAAANY/vPhi1h8Q5ng/s1600-h/IMG_0816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_TIfX0W6I/AAAAAAAAANY/vPhi1h8Q5ng/s320/IMG_0816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264658632233212834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_TIEyMl5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/wnd7TrUN4Dk/s1600-h/IMG_0836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_TIEyMl5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/wnd7TrUN4Dk/s320/IMG_0836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264658625096095634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_TIfX0W6I/AAAAAAAAANY/vPhi1h8Q5ng/s1600-h/IMG_0816.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_TI7eIp4I/AAAAAAAAANg/dZAdc1FPbFk/s1600-h/IMG_0745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_TI7eIp4I/AAAAAAAAANg/dZAdc1FPbFk/s320/IMG_0745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264658639775901570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Avery was dressed up as a little skunk, there wasn't a cuter skunk around, ok Jack was a pretty cute skunk too.   Last year after Halloween Children’s Place had there costumes for $1.99 how could I not buy every size of skunk they had in???&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_VgpvFkhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/J9-ugyGFouU/s1600-h/IMG_0854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_VgpvFkhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/J9-ugyGFouU/s320/IMG_0854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264661246355280402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_Vg2MDfZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iVfiFXUPE4E/s1600-h/IMG_0857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_Vg2MDfZI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iVfiFXUPE4E/s320/IMG_0857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264661249698004370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_TJvzSLvI/AAAAAAAAANw/mw2rRkjlhBY/s1600-h/IMG_0847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_TJvzSLvI/AAAAAAAAANw/mw2rRkjlhBY/s320/IMG_0847.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264658653823250162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_TJA9m6VI/AAAAAAAAANo/Sm536HzIcbQ/s1600-h/IMG_0822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_TJA9m6VI/AAAAAAAAANo/Sm536HzIcbQ/s320/IMG_0822.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264658641250085202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-1065442731206045562?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/1065442731206045562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=1065442731206045562' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/1065442731206045562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/1065442731206045562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween '/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SQ_TIfX0W6I/AAAAAAAAANY/vPhi1h8Q5ng/s72-c/IMG_0816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-3211664781373629938</id><published>2008-10-25T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:50:21.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Apron pattern</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SQNbZ-wPIRI/AAAAAAAAANU/ql6nJ7bt80g/s1600-h/The+Hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SQNbZ-wPIRI/AAAAAAAAANU/ql6nJ7bt80g/s320/The+Hannah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261149291599044882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been itching to make an apron for some time, but am to cheap to pay for an apron pattern.  I know I need to get over being cheap, but if I had to pay for the pattern I would not be saving money,  I might as well  buy one at the mall.  I want a FREE cute pattern, anyone have one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-3211664781373629938?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/3211664781373629938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=3211664781373629938' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/3211664781373629938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/3211664781373629938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-apron-pattern.html' title='Free Apron pattern'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SQNbZ-wPIRI/AAAAAAAAANU/ql6nJ7bt80g/s72-c/The+Hannah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-357463859932446099</id><published>2008-10-18T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:16:42.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hour makeover before and after</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to get some pictures of Kade and Avery's new bedroom.  We had a 24 hour makeover.  I was not going to worry about redoing their room because our house was under contract to sell, and we were going to move out a week after we got home from the hospital with Avery.  The sell fell through a few days before we went in to have he.  Two days before she was born we managed to get the whole thing done, thanks to Lindsey and Justi.  I think it turned out really cute, it's even better in real life.  Lindsey caught Kaden and Jack lounging out on Kade's new bed reading books together, what adorable little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SOLenYwEVQI/AAAAAAAAALs/EW5wRnvN8sI/s1600-h/IMG_0993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SOLenYwEVQI/AAAAAAAAALs/EW5wRnvN8sI/s320/IMG_0993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252004883707745538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPv0-OH_BrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Uy3qoRdkjJs/s1600-h/IMG_0613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPv0-OH_BrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Uy3qoRdkjJs/s320/IMG_0613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259066339665839794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPv0-lHZ5tI/AAAAAAAAAM4/nxkWcwOKlZs/s1600-h/IMG_0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPv0-lHZ5tI/AAAAAAAAAM4/nxkWcwOKlZs/s320/IMG_0622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259066345837422290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPv0-5Nv-EI/AAAAAAAAANA/a3iG0xYOCSw/s1600-h/IMG_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPv0-5Nv-EI/AAAAAAAAANA/a3iG0xYOCSw/s320/IMG_0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259066351232743490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-357463859932446099?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/357463859932446099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=357463859932446099' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/357463859932446099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/357463859932446099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/09/24-hour-makeover-before-and-after.html' title='24 hour makeover before and after'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SOLenYwEVQI/AAAAAAAAALs/EW5wRnvN8sI/s72-c/IMG_0993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-514436457492861010</id><published>2008-10-14T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:32:17.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free photos!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is your last day, but you can get 50 prints for a penny a print.  If you are not a member of snapfish you get 25 prints just for signing up to be a member.  Anyways I just ordered over 200 prints for less than a couple dollars.  Everyone in your house hold can get the 75 prints practically free, hurry the promotion ends today.  The code is FALLPENNY08, the website is &lt;a href="http://snapfish.com"&gt;snapfish.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-514436457492861010?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/514436457492861010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=514436457492861010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/514436457492861010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/514436457492861010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-photos.html' title='Free photos!!!'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-2417781044785277401</id><published>2008-10-13T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:17:39.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery's First Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Avery's First Bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SPONC7xlpeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VkE8XiCXRtM/s1600-h/IMG_0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SPONC7xlpeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VkE8XiCXRtM/s320/IMG_0509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256700271616435682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SPONCyNRZrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GXzr9e04-3w/s1600-h/IMG_0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SPONCyNRZrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GXzr9e04-3w/s320/IMG_0525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256700269048194738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SPONDma7QcI/AAAAAAAAANE/sgSq7bL6e4A/s1600-h/IMG_0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SPONDma7QcI/AAAAAAAAANE/sgSq7bL6e4A/s320/IMG_0527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256700283064107458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SPOOfPnYJKI/AAAAAAAAANM/pKYeNsMWiko/s1600-h/IMG_0529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SPOOfPnYJKI/AAAAAAAAANM/pKYeNsMWiko/s320/IMG_0529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256701857490281634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more pictures of our sweet Avery.  She got her first bath at Grandma Thatcher's House in the famous kitchen sink, now some mothers would never attempt to immerse their first born daughter in such filth.  We figured she should just be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inoculated&lt;/span&gt; to Thatcher germs right off the back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped screaming the second she hit the warm bath water,  she does not like to be unwrapped from her burrito at any time.  We are enjoying her sweet presence in our home, expect from 1 am- 6 am.  I guess it is always good that we forget about how sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deprived&lt;/span&gt; you become with a newborn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-2417781044785277401?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/2417781044785277401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=2417781044785277401' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/2417781044785277401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/2417781044785277401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Avery&apos;s First Bath'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SPONC7xlpeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/VkE8XiCXRtM/s72-c/IMG_0509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-8090867884212799408</id><published>2008-10-10T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:07:55.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>As an attempt to break the string of cute baby pictures I will make an entry here.  As some of you know I've gotten this writing bug lately and I actually wrote a 90,000 word manuscript.  I love the story I wrote, but as I've been re-working it I find myself very unpleased.  Like they say its easy to write a novel, but is difficult to write a good novel.  I've spent the last couple of months working on the rewrite but I've come to a part I can't seem to fix.  I would never give up on the story, but I have other stories that I want to write.  I'm going to begin a new story on my blog www.thefestivusmiracle.blogspot.com (or Kyle's story to the right) and I'm inviting you all to join with me as I write it.  I promise there won't be as many error and I know my writing has improved.  It is important for me to get feedback and critic so please share your thoughts and feelings (as long as they're honest).  If you can't log in let me know and I'll send you an invite.  I think this will be a good story (especially since I already know how it will end).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW.  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 &lt;/span&gt;They were waving at the hordes of incoming students and handing out suckers to all who passed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He took a step towards the welcoming crew, then stopped and looked for another option.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There had to be something, another door, a group of students he could hide behind, anything that would prevent the awkwardness that waited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just then a group of three boys passed him engulfed in conversation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gabe kept pace behind the third boy, a short overweight red head, and hoped he wouldn’t be noticed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He dug his hands into his jeans and kept his head low.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like a parasite he clung to the threesome and as they were receiving the welcoming gifts he slid past, relieved to have overcome his first obstacle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;The tinted glass on the front door had been recently cleaned and his reflection was exact.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His skinny legs and gangly arms seemed out of place when attached to his fairly well built frame.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His nose shaped just at the right angle was surrounded by a strong jaw, dark brown eyes and messy black hair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His dark brown complexion was unusual for this part of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Idaho&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, and it always brought him attention.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The cloths he chose were uncomfortable and ugly, but they were a perfect representation of the typical student.&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;At the age of sixteen most teens had been through at least ten first days of school, but for Gabe this was number one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A group of muscular boys, who had to play football, swung open the door to his right and passed through without even acknowledging his existence. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;He looked at his arms once again and imagined what they could be like, but probably never would.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Deflated by his under-developed body he slowly reached for the door handle and swung it open revealing the inner workings of public school for the first time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He stopped just past the threshold and was filled with awe, like a thief viewing the contents of a highly secure vault for the first time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had never seen so many teenagers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some were tall and skinny, others were short and fat, a few looked lost which made him feel a tinge better, and a handful roamed the common area like it was their throne.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He pushed forward into the new world unaware of the bald teacher donning a bowtie until he tripped over his foot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;“Are you okay?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The medium sized man said bending over to help Gabe up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;“Yeah,” Gabe said quickly trying to hide his bright red face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;“Are you new here?” He asked after he let go of Gabe’s arm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;“First day”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;“I’m Mr. Green,”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;“I’m Gabe,”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;“Welcome Gabe, do you need some direction?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Gabe looked at Mr. Green for the first time and gave him a small yellow sticky note with his locker number written with sloppy ink.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“It would be nice.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;"That I believe this by the gym.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mr. Green said pointing to his left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Go though that hall and turn left. Keep going until the end and it should be on your right."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;"Thanks," Gabe answered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mr. Green returned the sticky note and Gabe hurried away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;As he walked down the hall he imagined hundreds of eyes staring at the new boy, but he couldn’t catch anyone in the act.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Either they looked away before, or no one was noticing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just as he turned the corner to his locker he did hear one group of girls talking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;“Who’s that?” One whispered. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;"I don't know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He must be a move in."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;As the distance grew between them he could barely hear her response, "He's cute."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;His shoulders lifted from his first good review. Down the hall he searched the lockers until he found 304-T and twisted the combination. He left everything except for his American history book and folder then turned to find his first class. He was still searching for the room when the late bell rung. A small map on the wall indicated that the room was on the other side of the school. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Out of breath and red from embarrassment Gabe froze when the old wooden door squeaked loudly behind him as he entered American History.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The teacher looked in his direction and said over the stifled giggles of the class, "A perfect example of why not to arrive late."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;The laughter grew louder until the teacher raised his hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After silence was restored Gabe walked around the back of the room and sat at the only open desk against the far wall. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;“This might well be the most difficult class you’ve ever taken,” Mr. Hill said proudly casting dread on his students.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“If you are planning on anything less than full effort then I suggest you leave now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;History’s truths are bold and telling, and the instructing of them shall be as well.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Mr. Hill slid his silver rimmed glasses back up his long nose and turned toward the white board.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He began writing sections of required reading, and then promptly began a lecture into the discovery of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and the controversy of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Columbus&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’ claim.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure the students were more focused on the threats laid out by Mr. Hill, than the awkward new student, Gabe put down his pencil and leaned back in his chair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pencils raced across notebooks, as the students feverously tried to keep pace with Mr. Hill’s frantic telling of other early visitors to the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Americas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This style of learning was new to him, and instead of taking notes he simply listened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At one point Gabe nearly rose his hand to argue a point but thought it unwise to disagree with the teacher on the first day of class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few moments later Mr. Hill shot Gabe a look of ice when he noticed the blank note paper on his desk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All in all his first class was well, terrible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If they were all like this it would be next to impossible to suffer through the year.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;"You're new here aren't you?" A girl's voice came from behind him after the bell rung. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;"Yes,"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;"I'm Sage," She stretched out her hand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;He stumbled over his words, "I'm. . . uh. . . Gabe Gooden."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;"Nice to meet you Gabe, where did you come from?" she asked as she loaded her bag. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Here. . . Well I've been home schooled until now."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;He waited for the customary reaction to this announcement, but instead she blasted a massive smile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now that she was smiling Gabe could see how pretty she was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By no means could she be classified as ‘hot’ or ‘fine’ like he had heard on the television so often, but definitely pretty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had short brown hair, green eyes, slightly freckled skin and soft hands.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though she was a little on the plump side her body was well proportioned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;“Wow, I bet your super smart.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said seriously.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He grimaced and lifted his bag onto his back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Well it was nice meeting you. And don't worry about Hill. I’ve heard he’s all talk." She smiled and walked out the door.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;Maybe school won't be so bad after all, he thought as Sage left the room. The next two classes just as painful as the first, but as he walked alone toward the lunch room he longed for the safety of the mind numbing classroom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He hovered behind a ground of sophomore girls engaged in a discussion about which car they were getting when they turned sixteen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His head started to pound softly as the pick up the red lunch tray and slid it along the metal guides.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;After paying for his lunch he looked over the groups of students hoping for the miracle of being invited to sit with someone. He realized that the only student he knew at the school, Sage, was no where in sight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trying to hide his face he skirted around the cluster of round tables eyeing an empty table towards the back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Half of the way down a girl stood and began waving in his direction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tall skinny blonde and perhaps the most attractive girl he’d seen yet, she was looking right at him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He suddenly felt the temperature in the room rise as he turned toward her table.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her long blonde hair bounced up and down as she hopped with excitement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had to know him, but how?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Answering that question was the last of his worries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He weaved his was past the first table and as he worked on sliding through the small gap between the next two and large blonde football player brush passed him, nearly knocking his tray to the ground. The girl jumped into his arms and they kissed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gabe quickly turned to the left trying to hide his embarrassment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sat at the last empty table and picked through his potatoes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He dared one glance at the blonde girl and to his surprise she smiled at him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her smile was invigorating; instead of getting excited he slumped in his chair and waited for the bell to ring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.2in; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When lunch was over he returned to his locker, picked up his things and went to Spanish. Only his monotone English teacher, Mrs. Lemon, managed to get through class without making an error, and he struggled holding back his opinions and corrections. It would be a new challenge for him to be in a public learning environment, and he would have to learn when to speak up and when to remain quite. The lessons his mother taught him were much better prepared and more precise. It was obvious by their confused and oblivious faces that not all kids had the love for learning like him. Oh well, he thought as he hopped on his bike for the ride home, at least no one wanted to fight me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-8090867884212799408?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/8090867884212799408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=8090867884212799408' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/8090867884212799408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/8090867884212799408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/10/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Kyle Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002385997207932412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-3712590643933410943</id><published>2008-10-06T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:05:14.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery</title><content type='html'>We just bought a new camera and thought it would be a point and shoot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;, not so.  There is much to learn in the photography world; does anyone want an apprentice?  These are the photos we did get of Avery and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;.  I think for a first timers we got a few good photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOrCV8QwCOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BWnoCCy0S70/s1600-h/IMG_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOrCV8QwCOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BWnoCCy0S70/s320/IMG_0393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254225597490530530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOq-7_KwKpI/AAAAAAAAALc/9yG0v_UjZp0/s1600-h/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOq-7_KwKpI/AAAAAAAAALc/9yG0v_UjZp0/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254221853059197586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOq-8JVoBhI/AAAAAAAAALk/tLdCa96UQCg/s1600-h/IMG_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOq-8JVoBhI/AAAAAAAAALk/tLdCa96UQCg/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254221855789155858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOrCVqxISDI/AAAAAAAAALs/Wn5h3dtRxUo/s1600-h/IMG_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOrCVqxISDI/AAAAAAAAALs/Wn5h3dtRxUo/s320/IMG_0361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254225592794499122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOq-7kVu-cI/AAAAAAAAALU/aMCsyo9tJxw/s1600-h/IMG_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOq-7kVu-cI/AAAAAAAAALU/aMCsyo9tJxw/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254221845857499586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the same blessing dress that I was blessed in, how precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOrHAe19R3I/AAAAAAAAAME/-LnEGaMje68/s1600-h/family+08+437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOrHAe19R3I/AAAAAAAAAME/-LnEGaMje68/s320/family+08+437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254230726374410098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; is so sweet with Avery.  He wants to kiss her hands and feet all day long.  He has done such an amazing job adjusting with the big change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOrHAhKNx0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/3YN5AtjjVrI/s1600-h/family+08+441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOrHAhKNx0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/3YN5AtjjVrI/s320/family+08+441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254230726996248386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a sweet boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOrTevI0fgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EK1rpsxFsjA/s1600-h/family+08+436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOrTevI0fgI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EK1rpsxFsjA/s320/family+08+436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254244440284102146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOrTe0KzApI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1rdRGRHaFI8/s1600-h/family+08+444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOrTe0KzApI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1rdRGRHaFI8/s320/family+08+444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254244441634570898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;captures&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt; fun personality, always ready to have a good time.&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/2977557915140447533-3712590643933410943?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/3712590643933410943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=3712590643933410943' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/3712590643933410943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/3712590643933410943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/10/avery.html' title='Avery'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SOrCV8QwCOI/AAAAAAAAAL0/BWnoCCy0S70/s72-c/IMG_0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-3896028159541275459</id><published>2008-09-29T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:25:41.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avery Eliza Hess</title><content type='html'>After much debate (and nearly a full day without a name) we decided to name Hess child #2 Avery Eliza Hess. She was born Friday 9/26 at 9:50 in the morning. Coming in at an astounding 6 lbs 2 0z and 19 inches long she seemed a bit undersized for a Hess child, but we wouldn't have her any other way. After an early morning call (6:00 am) to the hospital we gathered our things, dropped Kade off at the his Aunt Lindsey and Uncle Riley's house, then we hurried to the hospital where things were quickly prepped and MaRea was sent off to surgery to get her spinal block. After a few minutes of anxious waiting I was called into the room where she was ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SOEx56yukyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/la2JzHiDHBs/s1600-h/IMG_0323[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251533511595037474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SOEx56yukyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/la2JzHiDHBs/s320/IMG_0323%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;MaRea's last pre-birth photo, waiting to go into surgery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The doctor's gloved up and started cutting. As they worked their way to the urteris we were nervous that I'd miss them extracting the baby (I chose to not watch Kaden be pulled from inside and we both regretted it) so MaRea commanded me to rise and start snapping photos. I made it just in time and watched as the docter reached inside my wife to pull out our daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SOEx6J1kAGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/S9iv_1MMN4A/s1600-h/IMG_0386[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251533515633459298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SOEx6J1kAGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/S9iv_1MMN4A/s320/IMG_0386%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our midwife holding her just after her birth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On the cleaning table the nurses really worked her over. As she was screaming from the three sets of hands rubbing her down, and the constant flashes of my camera the docters were sewing up MaRea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251533524366594242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SOEx6qXtEMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bKqa1lLbmyc/s320/IMG_0418%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;During the after birth scrubdown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Unlike Kaden, I was able to stay with MaRea as they finished stitching her up.  It was nice to be there with her and I know she preffered to be with both of us, instead of waiting alone for nearly an hour to see her daughter.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251538191382120642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SOE2KUW6iMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BzmN3CcDGxo/s320/IMG_0438%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our first family photo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251533508409527234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SOEx5u7Pi8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Zfy5LyvFCb0/s320/IMG_0871%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The two most beautiful females in the world!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaden has been excited to see his baby sister. Since we told him he'd be sharing a room with her he's been excited to meet her.  For the last couple of months he's been saving his popcorn, gummy vitamins, fruit snacks and just about any other treat for her arrival.  He has a special drawer in our kitchen where he has stashed all his spoils.  He is already prepared to show her the finer things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251538202687944930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SOE2K-ebuOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Mu67d1xYiAM/s320/IMG_0580%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We think he really likes her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We have had a great stay in the hospital.  With the exception the nurses thinking someone stole her, (the ankle bracelet came off in the laundry and locked down the hospital) and some nasty food it's been a wonderful time to relax and get to know our new daughter.  Not to mention for MaRea to heal from her major surgery.  We are back to normal life tomorrow, and we want to thank everyone for your help (especially Lindsey and Riley for playing fill-in mom and dad).  On a last note Brent and Melissa stopped by last night and we compared babies.  Brooklynn is only 16 days older than Avery.  Who do you think would win in a wrestling match???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251538203056827858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SOE2K_2YbdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/fkT_EVXoYoY/s320/IMG_0899%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brooklynn and Avery.&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/2977557915140447533-3896028159541275459?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/3896028159541275459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=3896028159541275459' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/3896028159541275459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/3896028159541275459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/09/avery-eliza-hess.html' title='Avery Eliza Hess'/><author><name>Kyle Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002385997207932412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SOEx56yukyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/la2JzHiDHBs/s72-c/IMG_0323%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-5513230062438893967</id><published>2008-09-24T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:52:20.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any last creative Ideas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SNqdxvDQZvI/AAAAAAAAALU/cG5goPP5iRk/s1600-h/breech+baby.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249681793423009522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SNqdxvDQZvI/AAAAAAAAALU/cG5goPP5iRk/s320/breech+baby.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one last day to see if this baby wants to turn head down. I have tried all kinds of weird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercises&lt;/span&gt; my midwife suggested that might help the baby turn, nothing has worked. I am open for any last suggestions that have worked on you, or someone you may know. Otherwise we are set to go into the hospital at 7:00 A.M. Friday.  Once again my biggest nightmare a C-Section!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still undecided on what we want to name her. Cast your vote and it just might help us put and end to the great debate of the name of the Hess baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-5513230062438893967?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/5513230062438893967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=5513230062438893967' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/5513230062438893967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/5513230062438893967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/09/any-last-creative-ideas.html' title='Any last creative Ideas?'/><author><name>Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783044824932815953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SPV2sAdIcFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xbHRnXapSxA/S220/IMG_0603.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SNqdxvDQZvI/AAAAAAAAALU/cG5goPP5iRk/s72-c/breech+baby.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-4380473657769289561</id><published>2008-09-09T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:17:56.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Labor Day Weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been slacking on blogging lately. I can't believe it's  already September where did August go? We hiked Mount &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Timpanogos&lt;/span&gt; Cave on Labor Day.  The weather was perfect for hiking in the high 70's.  The whole hike takes about 4 hours so plan a Saturday to go and enjoy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; fall weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFgrqTKwkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1d0PkgKtB00/s1600-h/DSCF3240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFgrqTKwkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1d0PkgKtB00/s320/DSCF3240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242577744441295426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; made it about half way up, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kelty&lt;/span&gt; backpack is a must have for anyone who enjoys hiking.  It has made it possible for Kyle and I to still do what we love even with a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFgsXjNKyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/a6LvGyWvtyI/s1600-h/DSCF3251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFgsXjNKyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/a6LvGyWvtyI/s320/DSCF3251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242577756588157730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was at the opening of the Cave.  The Cave takes about an hour to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFgssr6_UI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MtSzyv5kzPc/s1600-h/DSCF3288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFgssr6_UI/AAAAAAAAAG4/MtSzyv5kzPc/s320/DSCF3288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242577762261859650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFgswCto8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Dwm43ozYnlU/s1600-h/DSCF3265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFgswCto8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/Dwm43ozYnlU/s320/DSCF3265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242577763162760130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried to get some good photos of the cave but, non of them really turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" &gt;Dinosaur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" &gt;Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the largest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dinosaur&lt;/span&gt; museum in the world here in Utah.  It's true I  didn't believe it until we went.  For the month of August they were having $2.00  Tuesdays so  Lindsey,  Melanie and I went with the kids.  They loved seeing the big  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dinosaurs&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFetYm-ZSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lL70zbiCT1s/s1600-h/DSCF3181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFetYm-ZSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lL70zbiCT1s/s320/DSCF3181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242575575029015842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFetiVidDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qu6zUQ5RPsk/s1600-h/DSCF3193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFetiVidDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qu6zUQ5RPsk/s320/DSCF3193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242575577640236082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFeuIej4bI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lmH9ro1sGCM/s1600-h/DSCF3208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFeuIej4bI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lmH9ro1sGCM/s320/DSCF3208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242575587878625714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have a play area were the kids to to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fossils&lt;/span&gt; in the sand.  The could have played in the sand for hours, but of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; had to end the fun with throwing sand and other kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFetNP_GcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4y2Fs3g1zPU/s1600-h/DSCF3172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFetNP_GcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4y2Fs3g1zPU/s320/DSCF3172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242575571979803074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt; turned  3 years old!!! Where does the time fly?  We had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dinosaur&lt;/span&gt; birthday party for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new baby is coming soon.  We are hoping that she decides to turn the right way.  My last visit my midwife tried to turn the baby, but she went right back to the same spot that she has been in the whole time seconds after the midwife tried to turn her.  For right now the date is September 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for the C-section, unless anything changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are pretty set on the name Avery, but would love to find a name that we love more.      Anyone who has any suggestions PLEASE send them our way.  It 's so hard to find a name that you LOVE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-4380473657769289561?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/4380473657769289561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=4380473657769289561' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4380473657769289561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4380473657769289561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/09/august.html' title=''/><author><name>Kyle Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002385997207932412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lXwGRFY1oHs/SMFgrqTKwkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1d0PkgKtB00/s72-c/DSCF3240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-2583411769443654982</id><published>2008-07-29T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:03:42.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://picdit.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/las-vegas-strip-night-pic_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://picdit.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/las-vegas-strip-night-pic_fs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to the my brother Travis, MaRea and I had a free hotel for thee nights in Vegas.  He even offered to watch Kaden so that meant our first trip without him, EVER!!  Neither of us realized how much attention he requires and it was nice to be able to relax without him.  We did call and talk to him one morning and quickly learned that was a mistake when the only thing he could say was, in a whiny tone, "You come pick me up daddy?"  Our conversation lasted long enough for him to break down crying.  We felt only a little guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second best highlight was MaRea nearly passing out during the Treasure Island pirate show.  At 8:30 it was still well above 100 degrees and combination of a packed crowd, lack of water and pregnancy she needed to lay down for a minute.  Luckily a security guard was quick to respond with cold water and a cold rag.  She quickly recovered. The best highlight of the weekend was the Cirque de Soleil show KA we attended Saturday night.  The cheapest tickets were 70 dollars a piece, but the seats were still great.  This was my second Cirque show and MaRea's first.  If you haven't seen one they are well worth the price of admission.  I'm afraid I can adequately describe what it was like so take a look at the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/KHESS%7E1.ZAR/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/KHESS%7E1.ZAR/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BiHgfLAvAx8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BiHgfLAvAx8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/2977557915140447533-2583411769443654982?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/2583411769443654982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=2583411769443654982' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/2583411769443654982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/2583411769443654982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='Las Vegas'/><author><name>Kyle Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03002385997207932412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-4621675727134862882</id><published>2008-07-20T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:54:35.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hess Home For Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SIQIddocw1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0fmROwxsSsA/s1600-h/Family+08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SIQIddocw1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0fmROwxsSsA/s320/Family+08+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225310769920131922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our home up for sale if you are interested visit our link &lt;a href="http://hesshome.blogspot.com/"&gt;hesshome.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-4621675727134862882?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/4621675727134862882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=4621675727134862882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4621675727134862882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/4621675727134862882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/07/hess-home-for-sale.html' title='Hess Home For Sale'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SIQIddocw1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0fmROwxsSsA/s72-c/Family+08+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-3650965885981694361</id><published>2008-07-17T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:12:22.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories. . . .</title><content type='html'>1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2977557915140447533-3650965885981694361?l=mareah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/feeds/3650965885981694361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2977557915140447533&amp;postID=3650965885981694361' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/3650965885981694361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2977557915140447533/posts/default/3650965885981694361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mareah.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories.html' title='Memories. . . .'/><author><name>MaRea Hess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033212685428888173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2977557915140447533.post-4561594406359055916</id><published>2008-07-14T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:01:51.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We have been a little lazy in posting this summer. This is what we have been doing the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Endless trips to Logan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SH5ZR0PgaNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/CSqSuVNhpYA/s1600-h/kade+wake+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SH5ZR0PgaNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/CSqSuVNhpYA/s320/kade+wake+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223710780412684498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SH5ZSKD_knI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NRSWQ1x48LA/s1600-h/kade+wake+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SH5ZSKD_knI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NRSWQ1x48LA/s320/kade+wake+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223710786269975154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SH5ZSV6nZwI/AAAAAAAAALE/pPNObZUlraE/s1600-h/kade+wake+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SH5ZSV6nZwI/AAAAAAAAALE/pPNObZUlraE/s320/kade+wake+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223710789451867906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SH5ZSXia8dI/AAAAAAAAALM/a_ju-LudINE/s1600-h/kade+wake+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SH5ZSXia8dI/AAAAAAAAALM/a_ju-LudINE/s320/kade+wake+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223710789887259090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle took the girls out boating for the 1st time this summer.  They all got up and were proud of themselves.  Angie thought she could get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt; started early on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wake board&lt;/span&gt;.  For some reason I don't think he got past trying to put his feet in the large boots. My mom teaches a cooking class to Angie's friends every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, we were lucky enough to catch the class on homemade bread and strawberry jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a trip out to visit Mark and Shari last month. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loved playing with his cousins. He followed Luke around the whole time, I'm sure Luke was a little happy to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go. Mark and Shari have a cute little turtle in their backyard that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loved feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHvXzZYN6YI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OTCRGLi2qoo/s1600-h/DSCF2618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHvXzZYN6YI/AAAAAAAAAEs/OTCRGLi2qoo/s320/DSCF2618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223005470851983746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thinking he was really funny on the airplane.  Can you tell he is sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHzJbyPTAsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gwoIxZz-jI0/s1600-h/DSCF2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHzJbyPTAsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gwoIxZz-jI0/s320/DSCF2612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223271147022516930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; having a ball in the pool in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHvX0Bsv8zI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DIM_RuoHvRY/s1600-h/DSCF2617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHvX0Bsv8zI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DIM_RuoHvRY/s320/DSCF2617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223005481675518770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     This is the cute turtle that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thought was fun to feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;CARNIVAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHvayPbVSpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4VcjE5WCUXI/s1600-h/DSCF2632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHvayPbVSpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4VcjE5WCUXI/s320/DSCF2632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223008749535709842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thought the chicken ride was great, Jack was not to impressed he wanted off as soon as he got on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHvayv7mLKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5WvFvcECZ8s/s1600-h/DSCF2675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHvayv7mLKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/5WvFvcECZ8s/s320/DSCF2675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223008758260968610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SH051-m9e2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/CCEM1NKOR5k/s1600-h/DSCF2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_prhXvnDe_TU/SH051-m9e2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/CCEM1NKOR5k/s320/DSCF2685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223394742321904482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Army starts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;recruiting&lt;/span&gt; for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soldiers&lt;/span&gt; at a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;CAMPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHzM0lrDRBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/acsm_xv94v8/s1600-h/DSCF2745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHzM0lrDRBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/acsm_xv94v8/s320/DSCF2745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223274871680877586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHzM033lUuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8EZcQ9blE08/s1600-h/DSCF2723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHzM033lUuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8EZcQ9blE08/s320/DSCF2723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223274876565279458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;GOLFING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kyle has found a new love in his life.  I was hoping he would not catch the passion for golf like Brent.  I am now waiting for him to get good.  The harder he tries to get his swing down I think the worse he gets.  I'm sure all those hundreds of buckets of balls will pay off on the course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHzIE4c-PlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jS9y2dpqGw0/s1600-h/DSCF2687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHzIE4c-PlI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jS9y2dpqGw0/s320/DSCF2687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223269654041869906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHzIFQ6RWDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7GE3kA31lPM/s1600-h/DSCF2714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHzIFQ6RWDI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7GE3kA31lPM/s320/DSCF2714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223269660607207474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kaden's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; favorite thing to do is practice putting on the greens.  He is so proud of himself for getting the ball in the hole.  He puts the ball 2" from the whole and taps it in.  Maybe that is what his dad needs to start doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Bear Lake&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHzoQ0DPZHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/PtcCNVgS2c4/s1600-h/DSCF2835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHzoQ0DPZHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/PtcCNVgS2c4/s320/DSCF2835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223305043390719090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    Carson and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; playing in the water.  Two boys and one truck never works.   Taking turns just doesn't work for two year&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ended up pushing Carson and grabbing the truck.  It was cute Carson just said " I want my mama, I want my mama." The fun can only last so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHzoRKKio3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/LgrKlDNLbpw/s1600-h/DSCF2824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DNwGrUGFlqE/SHzoRKKio3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/LgrKlDNLbpw/s320/DSCF2824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223305049326920562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    The four wheelers were the only thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kaden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; could think about the whole time we were on the farm and at Bear Lake.  The Little one is by far his favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Tearing down the "Old Farm House"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.desel
