<?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-8333818908281766971</id><updated>2011-10-10T15:02:14.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gina's inspirationality</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a little bit about my life and how it has an impact on who I am.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-1237128483714582341</id><published>2011-09-12T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T18:08:37.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of the Monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KzrVQaKYa8/Tm6q3CZXnLI/AAAAAAAAAtA/orAhWRkCXHE/s1600/IMG_5229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651642444909354162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KzrVQaKYa8/Tm6q3CZXnLI/AAAAAAAAAtA/orAhWRkCXHE/s400/IMG_5229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of peter in his burned hand bandage, He had to wear that for a while, then he had a bandaid on his head from another incident.  I just thought how pathetic he looked, so I took his picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wq1pzkDnjYE/Tm6q2-yiUaI/AAAAAAAAAs4/0LvflLPul4w/s1600/IMG_5273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651642443941171618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wq1pzkDnjYE/Tm6q2-yiUaI/AAAAAAAAAs4/0LvflLPul4w/s400/IMG_5273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeff went on our stake youth trek.  When he came back, I could not recognize him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTGmqi3-Iy0/Tm6q2yVZs4I/AAAAAAAAAsw/Jjxw_rTSJQ8/s1600/IMG_5246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651642440597746562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTGmqi3-Iy0/Tm6q2yVZs4I/AAAAAAAAAsw/Jjxw_rTSJQ8/s400/IMG_5246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cole made this teddy bear rock creation.  Can you see how he made a body for his teddy bear's head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2RXLrfJOCig/Tm6q2S9LH6I/AAAAAAAAAso/DA-7cKTPlvs/s1600/IMG_5279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651642432174628770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2RXLrfJOCig/Tm6q2S9LH6I/AAAAAAAAAso/DA-7cKTPlvs/s400/IMG_5279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Pathetic Thingy.  That is said with much adoration and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lM-FALdxCIc/Tm6q1BoGT6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/R_PNdsm2V_A/s1600/IMG_5324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651642410342961058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lM-FALdxCIc/Tm6q1BoGT6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/R_PNdsm2V_A/s400/IMG_5324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie and Jason came and visited us.  It was their anniversary, and I didn't even say happy anniversary!!!!  Darn.  Isn't my sister a beauty!!!  She is very nice to me.  And Jason too.  He tried to help Jeff fix one of our lights, it has some sort of short in it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j4IJnfQQD7Q/Tm6qHd18YQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/9GYvb8ZJHtA/s1600/IMG_5337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651641627643240706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j4IJnfQQD7Q/Tm6qHd18YQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/9GYvb8ZJHtA/s400/IMG_5337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HZJIySdkbi8/Tm6qHDvNz3I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/5D7dJwoj5kE/s1600/IMG_5342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651641620635701106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HZJIySdkbi8/Tm6qHDvNz3I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/5D7dJwoj5kE/s400/IMG_5342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dilJeIyqMNI/Tm6qG-ENwAI/AAAAAAAAAsI/5gJE-bbJXQc/s1600/IMG_5346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651641619113164802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dilJeIyqMNI/Tm6qG-ENwAI/AAAAAAAAAsI/5gJE-bbJXQc/s400/IMG_5346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tJTqI2DjHME/Tm6qGvcTgNI/AAAAAAAAAsA/TPHtrtrVGCQ/s1600/IMG_5351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651641615187673298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tJTqI2DjHME/Tm6qGvcTgNI/AAAAAAAAAsA/TPHtrtrVGCQ/s400/IMG_5351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-1237128483714582341?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/1237128483714582341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1237128483714582341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1237128483714582341'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0KzrVQaKYa8/Tm6q3CZXnLI/AAAAAAAAAtA/orAhWRkCXHE/s72-c/IMG_5229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-4457039034284730136</id><published>2011-07-28T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:34:06.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this week from a "week"ling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been very lonely this week.  Jeff has been gone to our stake youth trek since early tuesday morning.  And I am pretty sure he won't get back until late saturday.  The boys make the time fly by.  I don't really think I needed to learn the lesson of how special jeff is to me, and to not take him for granted, or how much I need him, or how much he does for me.  I already knew all of that.  He really spoils me.  He really has my back, even though his life is hectic and busy.  Getting ready for this trek, like it is every time for every stake that has ever done it, is a huge ordeal.  It is almost like you are sick of trek before you even go on it.  But once there and afterward, it is amazing and you are glad you did it.  Jeff and I and good old brother macdonald cut out 300 pieces of leather, for these youth.  Jeff got a thumb injury and it broke my favorite pair of scissors.  I wish I was there to see what the outcome of these leather pieces (journals) had.            So in a nutshell, I like jeff, I can't wait till he comes home, I hope I get to go on trek next time, and I should have went this time.  I just couldn't stand the thought of leaving peter that long.  (what a little wingle-hopper of cuteness).&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/8333818908281766971-4457039034284730136?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/4457039034284730136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/4457039034284730136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/4457039034284730136'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-868175069477898137</id><published>2011-06-23T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:28:32.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is worth living</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dwe4MxuiQOw/TgObsdtElHI/AAAAAAAAAr0/y-pgIXCkXy0/s1600/IMG_5166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621507948078732402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dwe4MxuiQOw/TgObsdtElHI/AAAAAAAAAr0/y-pgIXCkXy0/s400/IMG_5166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I have decided about life.  There is much to freak out about, that is what I do a lot.  Jacob was running around the house playing with his brothers and I stopped him, and asked quite urgently and annoyanced, "what is going on?" and you know what he replied, he smiled and said,"I am just having fun."  So even though there is much to get annoyed about and feel sad about and feel angry about ... there is much to be happy about.  When I remind myself about this, I see my boys in a whole new way- it makes me giddy and happy about how lucky I am to have them.  Muchly blessed. I wish I could dig out that high strung clot I have in my chest so I don't have to keep reminding myself to just enjoy life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what we have been up to.  With school out, we just like to indulge in our freedom.  We went on a hike and picnic at Moulten Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-40gNZudXqGg/TgObHY-xSuI/AAAAAAAAArs/BXSOmkq5Wfo/s1600/IMG_5184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621507311155628770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-40gNZudXqGg/TgObHY-xSuI/AAAAAAAAArs/BXSOmkq5Wfo/s400/IMG_5184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLXyaxy_2eM/TgObHGcqr9I/AAAAAAAAArk/QsuEWAk3U0I/s1600/IMG_5202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621507306180751314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OLXyaxy_2eM/TgObHGcqr9I/AAAAAAAAArk/QsuEWAk3U0I/s400/IMG_5202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBTlSgatFpw/TgObGwitosI/AAAAAAAAArc/ZqhYxfZdkdc/s1600/IMG_5135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621507300300530370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBTlSgatFpw/TgObGwitosI/AAAAAAAAArc/ZqhYxfZdkdc/s400/IMG_5135.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Peter burned his hand on our barbecue.  This is his hand after 6 days of healing.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_RfqZ_ChzY/TgObGEPIuHI/AAAAAAAAArU/o113xwIwarg/s1600/IMG_5216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621507288407259250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_RfqZ_ChzY/TgObGEPIuHI/AAAAAAAAArU/o113xwIwarg/s400/IMG_5216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the book wreath I made.  I have been enjoying crafts these days.  This only cost 2 dollars to make.  I wish I lived by The Craft Warehouse, but then I know for sure we would be in the bankruptcy land for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_5edCvLNAwA/TgObF_R_MGI/AAAAAAAAArM/ws7FVIig6eE/s1600/IMG_5225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621507287077040226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_5edCvLNAwA/TgObF_R_MGI/AAAAAAAAArM/ws7FVIig6eE/s400/IMG_5225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-868175069477898137?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/868175069477898137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/868175069477898137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/868175069477898137'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dwe4MxuiQOw/TgObsdtElHI/AAAAAAAAAr0/y-pgIXCkXy0/s72-c/IMG_5166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-9044152038313482609</id><published>2011-06-11T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T12:34:38.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I left my husband and boys and traveled to Missouri, Iowa, and Illinois to see my family and be present for my niece Alexa's wedding in the Nauvoo temple. I thought every bit of it was awesome and joyous, except for getting the tick, and having to sit in the seats that wouldn't tip back on the airplane ride home. Boo Hoo. &lt;br /&gt;I got to see my brother Jordan who I haven't seen in 4 years. ANd I got to see my parents, my sister Emily, and my brother brock. &lt;br /&gt;I truelly missed my Jeff and boys, particularly peter who I thought might have an end of the world experience by having his mom leave him... turns out he was happier than he had been in a long time. Interesting. These are my pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wfRrcl2G9k/TfPBbgC4GSI/AAAAAAAAArE/dtdYQ9uhZDk/s1600/IMG_5002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617045838463768866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wfRrcl2G9k/TfPBbgC4GSI/AAAAAAAAArE/dtdYQ9uhZDk/s400/IMG_5002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAmtLoBx5FU/TfPBbJ2x32I/AAAAAAAAAq8/aqBUvFvxq7w/s1600/IMG_5041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617045832507449186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAmtLoBx5FU/TfPBbJ2x32I/AAAAAAAAAq8/aqBUvFvxq7w/s400/IMG_5041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 brothers, and my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iwd67w6YnvU/TfPBLr7ZnxI/AAAAAAAAAq0/mlzJAgXaqhY/s1600/IMG_5042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617045566775729938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iwd67w6YnvU/TfPBLr7ZnxI/AAAAAAAAAq0/mlzJAgXaqhY/s400/IMG_5042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEFGUdlL6tc/TfPBLW6L-WI/AAAAAAAAAqs/2BVBA0GYh1I/s1600/IMG_5006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617045561133496674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEFGUdlL6tc/TfPBLW6L-WI/AAAAAAAAAqs/2BVBA0GYh1I/s400/IMG_5006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom and sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7nnG7t7WBc/TfPBK62gsmI/AAAAAAAAAqk/JMaidKRBNPs/s1600/IMG_5075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617045553601884770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7nnG7t7WBc/TfPBK62gsmI/AAAAAAAAAqk/JMaidKRBNPs/s400/IMG_5075.JPG" /&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;On my parents property&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--rZc5XZYlA8/TfPBGa8oWLI/AAAAAAAAAqc/_HXHrEcmEPM/s1600/IMG_5079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617045476318140594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--rZc5XZYlA8/TfPBGa8oWLI/AAAAAAAAAqc/_HXHrEcmEPM/s400/IMG_5079.JPG" /&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;Covered bridge of Madison county&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCFScmQNxQ8/TfPBFxmD5uI/AAAAAAAAAqU/tgkBNUcPwzk/s1600/IMG_5115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617045465217623778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCFScmQNxQ8/TfPBFxmD5uI/AAAAAAAAAqU/tgkBNUcPwzk/s400/IMG_5115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-9044152038313482609?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/9044152038313482609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-left-my-husband-and-boys-and-traveled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/9044152038313482609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/9044152038313482609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-left-my-husband-and-boys-and-traveled.html' title=''/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wfRrcl2G9k/TfPBbgC4GSI/AAAAAAAAArE/dtdYQ9uhZDk/s72-c/IMG_5002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-8439142742923585427</id><published>2011-05-08T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:21:03.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what, I like being a mom</title><content type='html'>Being a mom is a very hard task, which makes it so rewarding! I just got over having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mastitis&lt;/span&gt; for the 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time since being a mom... let's just say that when you have to pay a high price for something, it makes you appreciate it that much more. So my little men are like jewels to me, treasures that are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;replaceable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Og3qqSfL0-M/TccpALQdwhI/AAAAAAAAAqI/9n_tzCDGqXU/s1600/IMG_4777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604493344284459538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Og3qqSfL0-M/TccpALQdwhI/AAAAAAAAAqI/9n_tzCDGqXU/s400/IMG_4777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take these pictures, and I had to put them on the blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSKPeww0kDQ/TccolACmCbI/AAAAAAAAAqA/nAtff4J8R3A/s1600/IMG_4796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604492877417023922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSKPeww0kDQ/TccolACmCbI/AAAAAAAAAqA/nAtff4J8R3A/s400/IMG_4796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MCVU_YQlm0Q/TccofkU-htI/AAAAAAAAAp4/g6Sf1ASuFrQ/s1600/IMG_4795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604492784078587602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MCVU_YQlm0Q/TccofkU-htI/AAAAAAAAAp4/g6Sf1ASuFrQ/s400/IMG_4795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m06l3iYilXo/TccofRMa93I/AAAAAAAAApw/EZOzar5DNww/s1600/IMG_4797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604492778942429042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m06l3iYilXo/TccofRMa93I/AAAAAAAAApw/EZOzar5DNww/s400/IMG_4797.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QM3ZBuG8JvI/TccofKCs6oI/AAAAAAAAApo/QnTwwQazeLQ/s1600/IMG_4805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604492777022614146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QM3ZBuG8JvI/TccofKCs6oI/AAAAAAAAApo/QnTwwQazeLQ/s400/IMG_4805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EwLJFCWlMXI/TccoesY3u_I/AAAAAAAAApg/re7Jhb1LHw0/s1600/IMG_4808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604492769062534130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EwLJFCWlMXI/TccoesY3u_I/AAAAAAAAApg/re7Jhb1LHw0/s400/IMG_4808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6h34rClorQk/TccoeWxjrJI/AAAAAAAAApY/pUZweth7oLI/s1600/IMG_4829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604492763260497042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6h34rClorQk/TccoeWxjrJI/AAAAAAAAApY/pUZweth7oLI/s400/IMG_4829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PETER TURNED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cwH1p6Lnep8/TccoEoQD72I/AAAAAAAAApQ/nYkgCN3SbqE/s1600/IMG_4873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604492321275244386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cwH1p6Lnep8/TccoEoQD72I/AAAAAAAAApQ/nYkgCN3SbqE/s400/IMG_4873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jlAfTomgFs8/TccoETnRKkI/AAAAAAAAApI/cHzlQMaBlsM/s1600/IMG_4866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604492315735435842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jlAfTomgFs8/TccoETnRKkI/AAAAAAAAApI/cHzlQMaBlsM/s400/IMG_4866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FaYhhjmMUaI/TccoENOwehI/AAAAAAAAApA/0TTApm2GlD0/s1600/IMG_4859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604492314022017554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FaYhhjmMUaI/TccoENOwehI/AAAAAAAAApA/0TTApm2GlD0/s400/IMG_4859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cake was frosted yellow, because Peter is our Ducky Replica.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0AzZKX3c1Y/TccoDj0fufI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Yg-KC5tdXOQ/s1600/IMG_4862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604492302906014194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0AzZKX3c1Y/TccoDj0fufI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Yg-KC5tdXOQ/s400/IMG_4862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mini pillow pet from Grandma and Grandpa Stout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tmt98RrZ3TU/TccoDSi5pwI/AAAAAAAAAow/wqWqmKzyoFQ/s1600/IMG_4854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604492298268813058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tmt98RrZ3TU/TccoDSi5pwI/AAAAAAAAAow/wqWqmKzyoFQ/s400/IMG_4854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x_H1a4_oBgY/TccnU09-kpI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ISk9lEvX4Hk/s1600/IMG_4853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 15px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604491500055335570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x_H1a4_oBgY/TccnU09-kpI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ISk9lEvX4Hk/s400/IMG_4853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EASTER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSNDCZtBLTs/TccnUSsjDHI/AAAAAAAAAog/VI6IOMnKuVk/s1600/IMG_4907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604491490855423090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSNDCZtBLTs/TccnUSsjDHI/AAAAAAAAAog/VI6IOMnKuVk/s400/IMG_4907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and his pinewood derby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IS_giqpOaZQ/TccnUJ-iYZI/AAAAAAAAAoY/_yJGyN_ZVxs/s1600/IMG_4924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604491488514957714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IS_giqpOaZQ/TccnUJ-iYZI/AAAAAAAAAoY/_yJGyN_ZVxs/s400/IMG_4924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u2ddGVqjRe4/TccnTi7I-sI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/BY3VNcFfSGs/s1600/IMG_4956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604491478031727298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u2ddGVqjRe4/TccnTi7I-sI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/BY3VNcFfSGs/s400/IMG_4956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's Kindergarten &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;openhouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O271ZwpNx0M/TccnTXV0kCI/AAAAAAAAAoI/klo_F34V-ww/s1600/IMG_4933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604491474922410018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O271ZwpNx0M/TccnTXV0kCI/AAAAAAAAAoI/klo_F34V-ww/s400/IMG_4933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-8439142742923585427?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/8439142742923585427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2011/05/guess-what-i-like-being-mom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/8439142742923585427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/8439142742923585427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2011/05/guess-what-i-like-being-mom.html' title='Guess what, I like being a mom'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Og3qqSfL0-M/TccpALQdwhI/AAAAAAAAAqI/9n_tzCDGqXU/s72-c/IMG_4777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-8003623577389099808</id><published>2011-03-16T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:24:36.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eye candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;PICTURES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-cZ_ltNj78/TYDwyvEAIsI/AAAAAAAAAoA/RYtq5SAG-iE/s1600/IMG_4595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584728292356793026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-cZ_ltNj78/TYDwyvEAIsI/AAAAAAAAAoA/RYtq5SAG-iE/s400/IMG_4595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EDFcSkf82Rc/TYDwyU-lNGI/AAAAAAAAAn4/46TV9yQ06_I/s1600/IMG_4623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584728285354734690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EDFcSkf82Rc/TYDwyU-lNGI/AAAAAAAAAn4/46TV9yQ06_I/s400/IMG_4623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this one seem very sad, that peter has to get around in a gunny sack.  Don't worry it doesn't stop him, and it is only when it is time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hkTHikhfJes/TYDwbtgOTFI/AAAAAAAAAnw/XNzjGAzunU0/s1600/IMG_4637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584727896801299538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hkTHikhfJes/TYDwbtgOTFI/AAAAAAAAAnw/XNzjGAzunU0/s400/IMG_4637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading together as cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7Ustsc39y4/TYDwbPbe6bI/AAAAAAAAAno/LLQQCC0h2IQ/s1600/IMG_4677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584727888728353202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B7Ustsc39y4/TYDwbPbe6bI/AAAAAAAAAno/LLQQCC0h2IQ/s400/IMG_4677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob dressed up as harrry potter for book character day at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DStQOkJ1SCg/TYDwa5UvRzI/AAAAAAAAAng/M2zX8htYh7g/s1600/IMG_4680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584727882794485554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DStQOkJ1SCg/TYDwa5UvRzI/AAAAAAAAAng/M2zX8htYh7g/s400/IMG_4680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8baTcKiJcI/TYDwavpI1nI/AAAAAAAAAnY/8paP6U-hF1A/s1600/IMG_4700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584727880195692146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T8baTcKiJcI/TYDwavpI1nI/AAAAAAAAAnY/8paP6U-hF1A/s400/IMG_4700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole made this "sand castle"  out of pieces of leather that belong to the church for the stake youth trek... I put them up high after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPkl11GivRw/TYDwaGL62lI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/dy-LLvdLNNM/s1600/IMG_4708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584727869067287122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPkl11GivRw/TYDwaGL62lI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/dy-LLvdLNNM/s400/IMG_4708.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-8003623577389099808?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/8003623577389099808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2011/03/eye-candy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/8003623577389099808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/8003623577389099808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2011/03/eye-candy.html' title='eye candy'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-cZ_ltNj78/TYDwyvEAIsI/AAAAAAAAAoA/RYtq5SAG-iE/s72-c/IMG_4595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-4921255180494393103</id><published>2011-02-07T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:58:28.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you have these kind of places in your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TVDLsEkTq3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/Y4lRyLM_heU/s1600/IMG_4574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571176697058012018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TVDLsEkTq3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/Y4lRyLM_heU/s400/IMG_4574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you guess how old I turned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TVDLrl2ajGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ykLRubApy-I/s1600/IMG_4512.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571176688812461154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TVDLrl2ajGI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ykLRubApy-I/s400/IMG_4512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who can resist this little morsel of edible cuteness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TVDLrfBMNRI/AAAAAAAAAm0/JJdqV7Qm4sA/s1600/IMG_4568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571176686978610450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TVDLrfBMNRI/AAAAAAAAAm0/JJdqV7Qm4sA/s400/IMG_4568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why must he be so busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TVDLqymMpbI/AAAAAAAAAms/pDmkTKd34AE/s1600/IMG_4540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571176675054233010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TVDLqymMpbI/AAAAAAAAAms/pDmkTKd34AE/s400/IMG_4540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-4921255180494393103?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/4921255180494393103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2011/02/questions.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/4921255180494393103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/4921255180494393103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2011/02/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TVDLsEkTq3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/Y4lRyLM_heU/s72-c/IMG_4574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-3275918520768745372</id><published>2011-01-28T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T13:27:12.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cole had a Birthday and other tidbits</title><content type='html'>Cole turned 4 years old on January third.  He has an obsession with teddy bears.  So this is the third year in a row we had a bear cake for him.  Except this year we had it be a polar bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TUMyoFfystI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vpaEyXCEftM/s1600/IMG_4445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567349228611744466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TUMyoFfystI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vpaEyXCEftM/s400/IMG_4445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a teddy bear picnic birthday party for some little friends to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TUMyX7eo8AI/AAAAAAAAAmE/FpCs7PGjEpU/s1600/IMG_4451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567348951044648962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TUMyX7eo8AI/AAAAAAAAAmE/FpCs7PGjEpU/s400/IMG_4451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We raked our front yard, we had raked it in november, but our neighbor has a tree that doesn't loose it's leaves until january.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sure feels good to get out and do some work after being cooped up.  I had worked so hard I was shaking after I fed peter (after working in the yard).  That makes me sound pathetic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TUMyDxrmihI/AAAAAAAAAl8/T6UJyr5RyyE/s1600/IMG_4491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567348604817279506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TUMyDxrmihI/AAAAAAAAAl8/T6UJyr5RyyE/s400/IMG_4491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TUMyDl3K0ZI/AAAAAAAAAl0/6HrIkJ0jKjU/s1600/IMG_4487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567348601644568978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TUMyDl3K0ZI/AAAAAAAAAl0/6HrIkJ0jKjU/s400/IMG_4487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TUMyDEzyMMI/AAAAAAAAAls/sGGsc4gZ4g0/s1600/IMG_4492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567348592772001986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TUMyDEzyMMI/AAAAAAAAAls/sGGsc4gZ4g0/s400/IMG_4492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at Jeff's school library. During chess club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TUMyC3plffI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Jz1rMROBVps/s1600/IMG_4506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567348589239565810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TUMyC3plffI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Jz1rMROBVps/s400/IMG_4506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blockade we put up for peter to not climb the stairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TUMyCqN4VtI/AAAAAAAAAlc/5ZIENTErzgE/s1600/IMG_4508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567348585633699538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TUMyCqN4VtI/AAAAAAAAAlc/5ZIENTErzgE/s400/IMG_4508.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-3275918520768745372?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/3275918520768745372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2011/01/cole-had-birthday-and-other-tidbits.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/3275918520768745372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/3275918520768745372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2011/01/cole-had-birthday-and-other-tidbits.html' title='Cole had a Birthday and other tidbits'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TUMyoFfystI/AAAAAAAAAmM/vpaEyXCEftM/s72-c/IMG_4445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-7289935288990509083</id><published>2011-01-12T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:32:43.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Christmas info</title><content type='html'>Christmas was a grand time here at the Russon home!&lt;br /&gt; Jeff was off for 2 weeks and we just ate it up.  We did 4 or 5 puzzles and played lots of board games with eachother and with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6NQGPUciI/AAAAAAAAAlU/M__MsNPG8x0/s1600/IMG_4400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561537897541431842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6NQGPUciI/AAAAAAAAAlU/M__MsNPG8x0/s400/IMG_4400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6NP6MUFMI/AAAAAAAAAlM/IiHOJd00GA4/s1600/IMG_4407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561537894307599554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6NP6MUFMI/AAAAAAAAAlM/IiHOJd00GA4/s400/IMG_4407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our anual Christmas morning breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6M9-_u7dI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Tmpvw52RZNY/s1600/IMG_4440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561537586359365074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6M9-_u7dI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Tmpvw52RZNY/s400/IMG_4440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob got legos from santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6M0cfWIUI/AAAAAAAAAk8/F0OJVhJWC2c/s1600/IMG_4435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561537422477893954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6M0cfWIUI/AAAAAAAAAk8/F0OJVhJWC2c/s400/IMG_4435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben got toy story 3 movie with toy story action figures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6M0TMScTI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Fxv9M9iaGZc/s1600/IMG_4434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561537419982041394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6M0TMScTI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Fxv9M9iaGZc/s400/IMG_4434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole got imaginext pirate stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6M0HwFcMI/AAAAAAAAAks/WbQUUHDaAgo/s1600/IMG_4437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561537416910958786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6M0HwFcMI/AAAAAAAAAks/WbQUUHDaAgo/s400/IMG_4437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter got 6 balls (equalls jipped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6M0B8lPfI/AAAAAAAAAkk/nDooWmDQT3Q/s1600/IMG_4438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561537415352761842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6M0B8lPfI/AAAAAAAAAkk/nDooWmDQT3Q/s400/IMG_4438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding back to Christmas Eve... The Russon get together.  We sang songs played and ate food.  13 adults and 19 children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6Mz0SPnJI/AAAAAAAAAkc/W7oQSZBJQCs/s1600/IMG_4424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561537411685522578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6Mz0SPnJI/AAAAAAAAAkc/W7oQSZBJQCs/s400/IMG_4424.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-7289935288990509083?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/7289935288990509083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2011/01/belated-christmas-info.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/7289935288990509083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/7289935288990509083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2011/01/belated-christmas-info.html' title='Belated Christmas info'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TS6NQGPUciI/AAAAAAAAAlU/M__MsNPG8x0/s72-c/IMG_4400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-1385950175352818477</id><published>2010-12-17T11:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:17:23.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brothers</title><content type='html'>My Brother Jordan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TQvETbNgsyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/LAZoSY9jWcA/s1600/jordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551746803665253154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TQvETbNgsyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/LAZoSY9jWcA/s400/jordan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And My brother Brock...  (the one with the beard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TQvD6VSJUEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/v2540JtHdNg/s1600/brock"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551746372577349698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TQvD6VSJUEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/v2540JtHdNg/s400/brock" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some great brothers. I talked to both of them today. It is neat to do that and rekindle our relationship. They live so far from me. I wish they lived down the street from me and I would make them both a yummy lunch for their birthdays. Maybe one day they will live down the street from me (I can dream). Both brock and jordan were good examples to me growing up. Now that I know what this world can be like. I know what an amazing award they should get for doing this. They also made me aware of their love for me. They treated me pretty darn good for a little sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me see if I can find any pictures of them. Happy Birthday to my brothers! Brock is 16 years older than me and Jordan is 8 years older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-1385950175352818477?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/1385950175352818477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-brothers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1385950175352818477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1385950175352818477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-brothers.html' title='My Brothers'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TQvETbNgsyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/LAZoSY9jWcA/s72-c/jordan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-7044326956224758639</id><published>2010-11-10T12:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T12:52:44.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun song</title><content type='html'>What would I do without jeff. He keeps me grounded to reality over and over. Jeff and I have always generally had the same taste in music. I didn't appreciate some of his... for example BYU Mens Choir. He has always listened to it, and I have always wanted to turn it off. But now I have finally began liking it. Listen to this........&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAGJyGrpUEM"&gt;http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAGJyGrpUEM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to dance with peter to this very song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff will have to keep trying to get me to like all of his Ryan Shupe and They Might Be Giants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-7044326956224758639?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/7044326956224758639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/7044326956224758639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/7044326956224758639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-song.html' title='A fun song'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-2712209039720940233</id><published>2010-10-31T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T10:08:53.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween items of business</title><content type='html'>Cole's preschool field trip to the pumpkin patch.&lt;br /&gt;This is his class along with his teacher.  Cole insisted being on her lap, even though she already had 2 kids on her lap and she is pregnant.  We will work with cole later on the social norms of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TM2grsdU93I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/FLaNeKFC9LU/s1600/IMG_4157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534256189637195634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TM2grsdU93I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/FLaNeKFC9LU/s400/IMG_4157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben didn't have any school this week, so he was able to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TM2grb6JI3I/AAAAAAAAAjI/DyZmsUUzLDk/s1600/IMG_4161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534256185194652530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TM2grb6JI3I/AAAAAAAAAjI/DyZmsUUzLDk/s400/IMG_4161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TM2gqztOPII/AAAAAAAAAjA/dRDAP0Zi9UU/s1600/IMG_4165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534256174403042434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TM2gqztOPII/AAAAAAAAAjA/dRDAP0Zi9UU/s400/IMG_4165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourself for this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter smiled at jeff once he took off this mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TM2gqK2x-hI/AAAAAAAAAi4/K3TdCJYr81U/s1600/IMG_4179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534256163437279762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TM2gqK2x-hI/AAAAAAAAAi4/K3TdCJYr81U/s400/IMG_4179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did the Trunk or Treat at our church parking lot.  We were done in 30 minutes.  When we got home I paid the boys 5 cents for each candy they would sell to me.  Jakey got $1.15 and Ben got $1.30.  And we are sending the candy they sold to me to jeff's classroom for student prize stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jengofet, power ranger, tiger, and bumble bee (maybe I was a bee keeper at after work hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TM2gpaNaNmI/AAAAAAAAAiw/D4f6-KOUNBg/s1600/IMG_4178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534256150378853986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TM2gpaNaNmI/AAAAAAAAAiw/D4f6-KOUNBg/s400/IMG_4178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/8333818908281766971-2712209039720940233?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/2712209039720940233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-items-of-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/2712209039720940233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/2712209039720940233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-items-of-business.html' title='Halloween items of business'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TM2grsdU93I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/FLaNeKFC9LU/s72-c/IMG_4157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-5807414117467773781</id><published>2010-10-06T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T12:50:11.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legos are taking over our house</title><content type='html'>Cole enjoys peter's toys more than peter.  But as you might see from the picture how peter's expression is pretty smug.  He thinks he is hot stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Cole is really being good to peter, and if peter has something that Cole wants, Cole will trade him for it.  What a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TKzRyGSuM2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/28mMnkZlyVk/s1600/IMG_4054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525021501489558370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TKzRyGSuM2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/28mMnkZlyVk/s400/IMG_4054.JPG" /&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;div&gt;Ben turned 6 years old! He got a nerf gun from his parents, a lego star wars shirt form his brothers, and a lego set from his grandma and grandpa stout, and some devil cereal from his Aunt jenny. Ben was very very satisfied with his presents. Even though the nerf gun has already been put up high, because ben was playing with it when he was supposed to be in bed asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TKzPbkwb_GI/AAAAAAAAAhA/gLuU3AzrzjU/s1600/IMG_4050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525018915507010658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TKzPbkwb_GI/AAAAAAAAAhA/gLuU3AzrzjU/s400/IMG_4050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TKzPbNQNL_I/AAAAAAAAAg4/UfcXMu7kkUM/s1600/IMG_4042.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob our cub scout! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These boys just mean the world to me. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have them. I tell the boys,"If I didn't have you I would do this... " I start shaking uncontrollably, and pretend I am shrivelling up. Yes, they have a weird mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TKzPa0InW1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/mdcy5uA6loY/s1600/IMG_3985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525018902455081810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TKzPa0InW1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/mdcy5uA6loY/s400/IMG_3985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter, Peter, Peter. His hair just keeps getting longer and standing straight up. It may need a hair cut very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TKzPaQzKWTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/W1P80zb_3y4/s1600/IMG_3980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525018892969859378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TKzPaQzKWTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/W1P80zb_3y4/s400/IMG_3980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy, when I turned the corner and found this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TKzPZx2WELI/AAAAAAAAAgg/asMun8XrjjQ/s1600/IMG_3968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525018884661711026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TKzPZx2WELI/AAAAAAAAAgg/asMun8XrjjQ/s400/IMG_3968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/8333818908281766971-5807414117467773781?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/5807414117467773781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/10/legos-are-taking-over-our-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/5807414117467773781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/5807414117467773781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/10/legos-are-taking-over-our-house.html' title='Legos are taking over our house'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TKzRyGSuM2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/28mMnkZlyVk/s72-c/IMG_4054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-1127442617891618218</id><published>2010-09-16T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:00:57.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>I guess peter is sad his brothers have gone back to school... now he is lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TJL1WmJkdlI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ieac2skDD5s/s1600/IMG_3922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517742262028891730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TJL1WmJkdlI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ieac2skDD5s/s400/IMG_3922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TJL1WDHCX9I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8xedWVNJxK0/s1600/IMG_3941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517742252623028178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TJL1WDHCX9I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8xedWVNJxK0/s400/IMG_3941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TJL1V6efY-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/ExBZqQo21Fw/s1600/IMG_3939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517742250305479650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TJL1V6efY-I/AAAAAAAAAgI/ExBZqQo21Fw/s400/IMG_3939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-1127442617891618218?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/1127442617891618218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/09/old-school.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1127442617891618218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1127442617891618218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/09/old-school.html' title='Old SCHOOL'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TJL1WmJkdlI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ieac2skDD5s/s72-c/IMG_3922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-728793757474369784</id><published>2010-09-05T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T20:29:16.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of summer?  NOOoooo</title><content type='html'>I am so ready for some sort of a schedule.  But how can I go back to the same old routine of waking up, cleaning, nursing, cooking, rocking, nursing, cleaning, and cooking?&lt;br /&gt;I would like to have a clean house again, and I do appreciate the moments of sitting down and nursing baby peter. &lt;br /&gt;I hope I can keep up with everything.  You all do it everyday. &lt;br /&gt;Some goals I have are to go to bed earlier, try to keep the dishes done, and walking everyday. &lt;br /&gt;Looking at that last sentence I just typed, makes me sound pathetic.  Those are just a few of the struggles I have that need improving.  I am also planning on sleep training peter sometime in the next few weeks.  It just depends when I will reach breaking point.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to the rest of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter is so lucky, All of his brothers love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TIRcGAGmZFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/5W3woL48khI/s1600/IMG_3822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513633101984982098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TIRcGAGmZFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/5W3woL48khI/s400/IMG_3822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Camping with the Russon Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TIRcFwFsnvI/AAAAAAAAAfY/pFECnichnF8/s1600/IMG_3845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513633097686228722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TIRcFwFsnvI/AAAAAAAAAfY/pFECnichnF8/s400/IMG_3845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter usually has this expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TIRcFRXwdjI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bM33dLU8Xrs/s1600/IMG_3858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513633089440478770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TIRcFRXwdjI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bM33dLU8Xrs/s400/IMG_3858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TIRcFH_CFwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/yX708wd3SYs/s1600/IMG_3869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513633086920857346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TIRcFH_CFwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/yX708wd3SYs/s400/IMG_3869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TIRbKbfwRoI/AAAAAAAAAfA/DMxnAJX1khg/s1600/IMG_3873.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/8333818908281766971-728793757474369784?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/728793757474369784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-of-summer-noooooo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/728793757474369784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/728793757474369784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-of-summer-noooooo.html' title='End of summer?  NOOoooo'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TIRcGAGmZFI/AAAAAAAAAfg/5W3woL48khI/s72-c/IMG_3822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-4518494699900109980</id><published>2010-08-06T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:44:01.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nat and Jason come</title><content type='html'>This is Peter's fist johny jump up experience! He liked it at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFyoTZ3RwJI/AAAAAAAAAes/S08lr9GAoBE/s1600/IMG_3802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502457896053620882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFyoTZ3RwJI/AAAAAAAAAes/S08lr9GAoBE/s400/IMG_3802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my Peteristic Avenue Bar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFynk93gzRI/AAAAAAAAAek/1a297WFUTVc/s1600/IMG_3818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502457098264431890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFynk93gzRI/AAAAAAAAAek/1a297WFUTVc/s400/IMG_3818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jason and Jacob looking down into this cauldron of water. Right after I took this picture, some guy jumped right into it. It startled me... wondering if he was going to turn into a vegetable from breaking his neck and having to just lay in bed for the rest of his life from having his brain die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, the guy just swam out of it and did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFynkUmCsQI/AAAAAAAAAec/kn7ED_jR-Gs/s1600/IMG_3812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502457087185301762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFynkUmCsQI/AAAAAAAAAec/kn7ED_jR-Gs/s400/IMG_3812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While nat and jason visited, I found out, once again.. they are perfect for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFynjjjRf5I/AAAAAAAAAeU/vWIYZilDPaE/s1600/IMG_3811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502457074020351890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFynjjjRf5I/AAAAAAAAAeU/vWIYZilDPaE/s400/IMG_3811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO WE LOOK LIKE SISTERS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFynjPFG-lI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Ecthinsk1vU/s1600/IMG_3809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502457068525124178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFynjPFG-lI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Ecthinsk1vU/s400/IMG_3809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole liked his Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFyni8Ej6MI/AAAAAAAAAeE/eAWM2dITuws/s1600/IMG_3805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502457063422552258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFyni8Ej6MI/AAAAAAAAAeE/eAWM2dITuws/s400/IMG_3805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters mean a lot to me. They had a big part in why I am the way I am. But they are not at fault for me being goofy like I am. I would like to think I did choose my brothers and sisters in heaven. I think I am pretty darn good friends with all of them. Even though I haven't seen my brother jordan since May of 2007. I hope to one day see him again and get closer once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was spoiled having each of them as my big brothers and sisters, even though jordan gave me a few dead arms. And emily would make me so mad I would do my "scary person" wanting to hit her but stopping just a quarter of an inch away. They have always respected me, and let me be part of them.  Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-4518494699900109980?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/4518494699900109980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/08/nat-and-jason-come.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/4518494699900109980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/4518494699900109980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/08/nat-and-jason-come.html' title='Nat and Jason come'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFyoTZ3RwJI/AAAAAAAAAes/S08lr9GAoBE/s72-c/IMG_3802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-5536299288758752469</id><published>2010-07-31T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:31:37.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update-o-rama</title><content type='html'>These are the Russon boys as of just a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFRT6Wsoq_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/dNykjvIXr28/s1600/IMG_3776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500113306916531186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFRT6Wsoq_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/dNykjvIXr28/s400/IMG_3776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have had fun having my parents visiting and taking them around vancouver and battle ground to see the beauty.  We had so much fun, that the time just flew by.  The boys were eating up all the extra special attention.  They really become so much happier after spending time with their grandparents.  Just plain mom and dad are not enough.&lt;br /&gt;This picture is at the Columbia River on the Vancouver side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFRTzF0MKxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/QrrS1KTqKDk/s1600/IMG_3765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500113182125730578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFRTzF0MKxI/AAAAAAAAAd0/QrrS1KTqKDk/s400/IMG_3765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter has such knowing eyes... he is 3 months old here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFRTyuadoAI/AAAAAAAAAds/O2EFNmwpAxg/s1600/IMG_3738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500113175843807234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFRTyuadoAI/AAAAAAAAAds/O2EFNmwpAxg/s400/IMG_3738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a blueberry picking site just a couple minutes drive down our road.  We ate and ate and ate them and froze probably 4 pounds of them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFRTyUHc57I/AAAAAAAAAdk/rYW8KfOKtMM/s1600/IMG_3715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500113168784746418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFRTyUHc57I/AAAAAAAAAdk/rYW8KfOKtMM/s400/IMG_3715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at Battle Ground Lake  -Hiking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFRTx-_4JcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/RHFwUQsnhPE/s1600/IMG_3701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500113163115832770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFRTx-_4JcI/AAAAAAAAAdc/RHFwUQsnhPE/s400/IMG_3701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter has started pulling himself up here in his swing... peter doesn't miss a beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFRTxQ4mREI/AAAAAAAAAdU/doWoFNMVGs4/s1600/IMG_3692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500113150737269826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFRTxQ4mREI/AAAAAAAAAdU/doWoFNMVGs4/s400/IMG_3692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beauty boy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFRSzGQR0dI/AAAAAAAAAck/tMZcvltO3ko/s1600/IMG_3628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500112082731913682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFRSzGQR0dI/AAAAAAAAAck/tMZcvltO3ko/s400/IMG_3628.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-5536299288758752469?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/5536299288758752469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/07/update-o-rama.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/5536299288758752469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/5536299288758752469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/07/update-o-rama.html' title='Update-o-rama'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TFRT6Wsoq_I/AAAAAAAAAd8/dNykjvIXr28/s72-c/IMG_3776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-6156190821353548517</id><published>2010-07-06T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:49:38.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going away from Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TDN5glwpPtI/AAAAAAAAAbE/THx16INAVHM/s1600/IMG_3617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490865971493682898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TDN5glwpPtI/AAAAAAAAAbE/THx16INAVHM/s400/IMG_3617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture is supposed to look like a luscious beautiful greeneried garden.  But instead, it doesn't.  My 3 year old, Cole, decided to get a pair of scissors and snip snip snip at it.  Cutting down most every leaf and stem.  Some of the plants may revive, but others have no hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still like cole though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have many of these stories, one time 15 month old Ben threw a can of corn at my head while I was laying down, and split it open really bad.  I still liked him afterward too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my boys, so they better love me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-6156190821353548517?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/6156190821353548517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-away-from-green.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6156190821353548517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6156190821353548517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-away-from-green.html' title='Going away from Green'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TDN5glwpPtI/AAAAAAAAAbE/THx16INAVHM/s72-c/IMG_3617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-6822026918904091861</id><published>2010-06-27T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T14:24:41.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of the monkeys Russon style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TCe_i2vYRlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/tLs66VbnCHY/s1600/IMG_3594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487565276504933970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TCe_i2vYRlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/tLs66VbnCHY/s400/IMG_3594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is now summer time, it feels like it too!  Jeff is off for the next couple months.  Now I don't find myself in this chair as often, but I find myself still not taking advantage of the little extra time I have.  I still squander it on talking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jeff's&lt;/span&gt; ears off.  We have some project planned for this summer, and my parents will be coming to stay with us for 10 days.  Maybe that is the boost I need to stop squandering my time, and to get to work. &lt;br /&gt;-Peter thingy is really growing, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;infact&lt;/span&gt; he is over 100&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;  percentile in his weight.  Proof that he is spoiled. &lt;br /&gt;-Jacob keeps getting all these calls from friends from his class at school.  I guess they don't have 3 younger brothers to play     with them like Jacob has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-6822026918904091861?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/6822026918904091861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-of-monkeys-russon-style.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6822026918904091861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6822026918904091861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-of-monkeys-russon-style.html' title='Summer of the monkeys Russon style'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/TCe_i2vYRlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/tLs66VbnCHY/s72-c/IMG_3594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-6085920436665151236</id><published>2010-05-11T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T12:52:25.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peteristic Avenue Bar</title><content type='html'>This is where all the milk has gone to....   In order younger pictures first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0wWMKM6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ox8TJfWohOU/s1600/IMG_3285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470101965101478818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0wWMKM6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ox8TJfWohOU/s400/IMG_3285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had to throw this one in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0lUTD2dI/AAAAAAAAAaM/zo6ZmdDWMvs/s1600/IMG_3288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470101775614990802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0lUTD2dI/AAAAAAAAAaM/zo6ZmdDWMvs/s400/IMG_3288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0kxBnotI/AAAAAAAAAaE/SaciPSgIy3s/s1600/IMG_3290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470101766146597586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0kxBnotI/AAAAAAAAAaE/SaciPSgIy3s/s400/IMG_3290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0awbWHBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nXzBmhBha6w/s1600/IMG_3306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470101594187373586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0awbWHBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nXzBmhBha6w/s400/IMG_3306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0aVR5dCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GsfKmwM7QyE/s1600/IMG_3309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470101586899989538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0aVR5dCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GsfKmwM7QyE/s400/IMG_3309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0Z_NoyvI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Ox8_dP1wbZw/s1600/IMG_3316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470101580976540402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0Z_NoyvI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Ox8_dP1wbZw/s400/IMG_3316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0Ze-AiDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/l-4JAmaTr0w/s1600/IMG_3343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470101572321052722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0Ze-AiDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/l-4JAmaTr0w/s400/IMG_3343.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0Y8apuqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RXkJM2KCxDw/s1600/IMG_3345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470101563045952162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0Y8apuqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RXkJM2KCxDw/s400/IMG_3345.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0AGmYAwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/VGZ8runr_-E/s1600/IMG_3364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470101136282747650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0AGmYAwI/AAAAAAAAAZU/VGZ8runr_-E/s400/IMG_3364.JPG" /&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;Mother's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-mz_jxGAFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/qK4AEJFWs1w/s1600/IMG_3373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470101126932463698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-mz_jxGAFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/qK4AEJFWs1w/s400/IMG_3373.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-mz_WledcI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GC6Xv8RgWcw/s1600/IMG_3375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470101123394074050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-mz_WledcI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GC6Xv8RgWcw/s400/IMG_3375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-mz-_VZ62I/AAAAAAAAAY8/8DbvqkqtCgA/s1600/IMG_3376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470101117152652130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-mz-_VZ62I/AAAAAAAAAY8/8DbvqkqtCgA/s400/IMG_3376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-mz-qyHz9I/AAAAAAAAAY0/OPh3UKg3KAw/s1600/IMG_3387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470101111635955666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-mz-qyHz9I/AAAAAAAAAY0/OPh3UKg3KAw/s400/IMG_3387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-mzgdjyMrI/AAAAAAAAAYs/N0gNUyZ-Wns/s1600/IMG_3402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470100592690082482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-mzgdjyMrI/AAAAAAAAAYs/N0gNUyZ-Wns/s400/IMG_3402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-6085920436665151236?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/6085920436665151236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/05/peteristic-avenue-bar.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6085920436665151236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6085920436665151236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/05/peteristic-avenue-bar.html' title='Peteristic Avenue Bar'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S-m0wWMKM6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ox8TJfWohOU/s72-c/IMG_3285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-8630337994932962858</id><published>2010-04-25T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:23:10.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the birth story kind of people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S9S8ycfqFnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rpIsJpydszs/s1600/IMG_3264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464199822735709810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S9S8ycfqFnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rpIsJpydszs/s400/IMG_3264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S9S8x-qnafI/AAAAAAAAAYc/xNguU-0G-2M/s1600/IMG_3258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464199814728608242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S9S8x-qnafI/AAAAAAAAAYc/xNguU-0G-2M/s400/IMG_3258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S9S8xR4UirI/AAAAAAAAAYU/cRO-4L3SuVg/s1600/IMG_3243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464199802706496178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S9S8xR4UirI/AAAAAAAAAYU/cRO-4L3SuVg/s400/IMG_3243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S9S8wky5AVI/AAAAAAAAAYM/K6UVP5b0mFs/s1600/IMG_3226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464199790604124498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S9S8wky5AVI/AAAAAAAAAYM/K6UVP5b0mFs/s400/IMG_3226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a rainy night, not saying too much since that is normal around here. Jeff and Gina finally got into bed with the light out at 11pm. And at midnight gina felt her water break. Gina knew for sure it was time to go to the hospital. Jeff got out of bed and called Ken and Jan to come over. They didn't answer the first time, but thankfully they came as fast as they could. Gina's contractions quickly got stronger and closer together. They got to the hospital by 12:45. Gina was dilated to a 4, so the nurses were not too worried. Once they got Gina into a delivery bed, they asked if she wanted an epidural. Gina said yes, but would have to wait 20 minutes. The contractions were getting very close and very very strong. After a few contractions, gina let the nurse know that the last one made her want to push. So the nurse checked to see what Gina was dilated too. It was a nine. There would be no epidural...They paged the doctor. The doctor got there, got ready and Gina started to push with the next contraction. She pushed twice and baby peter was out. This was very different since all of gina's other deliveries were with epidurals. Baby peter was born at 1:42 am. Just under an hour of being at the hospital. Thankfully at the hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was April 21st which was Peter's original due date. Grandma Stout says, "Peter likes to keep a schedule!" &lt;/div&gt;Peter weighed 8 pounds 6 ounces, and 19 1/2 inches long. He really knows how to nurse very very well. ANd We will see if Gina will ever be the same again. Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-8630337994932962858?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/8630337994932962858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-birth-story-kind-of-people.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/8630337994932962858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/8630337994932962858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-birth-story-kind-of-people.html' title='For the birth story kind of people'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S9S8ycfqFnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rpIsJpydszs/s72-c/IMG_3264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-8139776344054638410</id><published>2010-04-05T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T15:16:31.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, this is gina speaking... maybe too much speaking</title><content type='html'>This past bit, we have done projects and been lazy.  I guess it evens out a bit.   This past week was our spring break.  We would accomplish some and play some.  We flew a kite with the boys, on the only day that was nice weather out of 9 days.  It just rained and poured the rest of the time.  We went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Goodwill&lt;/span&gt; and bought a bunch of puzzles to do together as a family.  The boys really enjoyed the 100-200 piece puzzles.  Then we stepped up to 500 pieces and they struggled a bit, but when we did out 1000 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;piecer&lt;/span&gt; Ben said, "A kid can't even do this, this is too hard!"&lt;br /&gt;He said this with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scowl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the Life of Christ display that the Vancouver West Stake puts on.  We had a good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; and we had a good General Conference.  I learned in General Conference that doing my job as a mother is no duty to shirk.  It seemed I learned that through several talks. &lt;br /&gt;We had a thanksgiving feast for Easter Dinner.  It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yums&lt;/span&gt;.  Jenny bought lots of the ingredients and we had her over to eat it all.  Being 8 months pregnant I kept thinking, my time is really not going to let me do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extravagant&lt;/span&gt; meals when baby peter comes.  This thought comes to my mind with  many things.  While I am laying down, while I am eating, while I am going to the bathroom, when I am doing the dishes, laundry, and with a lot of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCD's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;At least I am being realistic now, right?  Maybe hopefully somehow I will be pleasantly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't know if any of this makes sense.  Don't let it boggle your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pcrLA6ZLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DrO0bbD7uic/s1600/IMG_3166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456775795273524402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pcrLA6ZLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DrO0bbD7uic/s400/IMG_3166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob made this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; thing, made the paper word for it, and took the picture.  This is what he did while we were working in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pckLlNkvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/19iZ98lpmfI/s1600/IMG_3168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456775675166692082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pckLlNkvI/AAAAAAAAAWU/19iZ98lpmfI/s400/IMG_3168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cole doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cole&lt;/span&gt; like things as usual.... I really like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cole&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pca04QeII/AAAAAAAAAWM/SbBmHNSFtL8/s1600/IMG_3175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456775514453735554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pca04QeII/AAAAAAAAAWM/SbBmHNSFtL8/s400/IMG_3175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are pictures of the Life of Christ displays.  They have a children's activity room.  Ben really enjoyed grinding the wheat, and Jacob ventured to dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pcMkQo9cI/AAAAAAAAAWE/RtE78dthMg8/s1600/IMG_3197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456775269474432450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pcMkQo9cI/AAAAAAAAAWE/RtE78dthMg8/s400/IMG_3197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pcHCpd8jI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ylkny3jcUmw/s1600/IMG_3193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456775174552416818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pcHCpd8jI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ylkny3jcUmw/s400/IMG_3193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken at Jeff's school.  Jacob had no school the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; before spring break started, so we all took lunch to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jeff's&lt;/span&gt; classroom and ate it with him.  It was rather fun.  Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Schomer&lt;/span&gt; asked me what the special occasion was, and I said, "We got to do fun things while we can (before the baby comes)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pcAS_6jyI/AAAAAAAAAV0/imOsyvD5xg4/s1600/IMG_3190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456775058682449698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pcAS_6jyI/AAAAAAAAAV0/imOsyvD5xg4/s400/IMG_3190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pb7hhKODI/AAAAAAAAAVs/WKV7IHTLMr4/s1600/IMG_3189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456774976680638514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pb7hhKODI/AAAAAAAAAVs/WKV7IHTLMr4/s400/IMG_3189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we stayed to meet the kids in Jeff's class.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; really enjoyed showering Jacob, Ben and Cole with attention.  It really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; me that the boys seemed more maternal and affectionate with our boys than the girls did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pbz5XMd_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/D1T7aDdCbUQ/s1600/IMG_3180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456774845642340338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pbz5XMd_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/D1T7aDdCbUQ/s400/IMG_3180.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-8139776344054638410?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/8139776344054638410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-this-is-gina-speaking-maybe-too.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/8139776344054638410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/8139776344054638410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-this-is-gina-speaking-maybe-too.html' title='Hello, this is gina speaking... maybe too much speaking'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S7pcrLA6ZLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DrO0bbD7uic/s72-c/IMG_3166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-1684643324025704224</id><published>2010-03-14T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:09:55.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zip (has nothing to do with this post)</title><content type='html'>I was working outside one saturday, jakey was supposed to be out helping me. So I went in to explain to him that he needed to be out helping us. I walked in the house, and this is what was layed out on the table... It was the hundredth day of school the coming monday and to jakey it is like a holiday. He did the weed flowers and the paper and the set up all himself. It was hard to get after him for not being outside helping us after seeing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50Ues_RI7I/AAAAAAAAAVc/tgesZftszA0/s1600-h/IMG_3098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448533641893323698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50Ues_RI7I/AAAAAAAAAVc/tgesZftszA0/s400/IMG_3098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is at the park in our neighborhood. Ben tried and tried for a while to hit the ball at the board and to be able to hit it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50UXbMXNOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/8_Jl_FG5FZ4/s1600-h/IMG_3107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448533516857324770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50UXbMXNOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/8_Jl_FG5FZ4/s400/IMG_3107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50USAyqqfI/AAAAAAAAAVM/nJa5AzaHSLs/s1600-h/IMG_3114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448533423870880242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50USAyqqfI/AAAAAAAAAVM/nJa5AzaHSLs/s400/IMG_3114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole doing cole like things once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50UK_pfscI/AAAAAAAAAVE/A076JK9K_QM/s1600-h/IMG_3101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448533303304892866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50UK_pfscI/AAAAAAAAAVE/A076JK9K_QM/s400/IMG_3101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great news. FOr the past month and a half jeff has been using a pedometer to track how many steps he takes each day. All of the teachers were given one at his school, and they were having a race to 504,800 steps. Jeff won! So he will receive a 50 dollar fredmyer card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of jakey using an old pedometer we had to track his steps. He really got into it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50UFqubBuI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ni4IrYW7dMw/s1600-h/IMG_3117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448533211789068002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50UFqubBuI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ni4IrYW7dMw/s400/IMG_3117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's wrestling tournament. Ben had 2 matches. The first one was clearly bigger than he was. And the second one (the one in these pictures) is his size. Yet the second boy he wrestled not only won ben, but he ended up winning the whole thing. Isn't that interesting. BUt ben was such a good sport. He tried his hardest. And he seemed to have a smile on his face throughout the whole thing. He did enjoy it. He liked getting a medal at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50T7wVee0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/NvA_xGPIV6k/s1600-h/IMG_3142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448533041496357698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50T7wVee0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/NvA_xGPIV6k/s400/IMG_3142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50TzZuh0JI/AAAAAAAAAUs/SvJHiPGeeP8/s1600-h/IMG_3139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448532897988464786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50TzZuh0JI/AAAAAAAAAUs/SvJHiPGeeP8/s400/IMG_3139.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50TuWc0CvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/fyPIrND5pw4/s1600-h/IMG_3138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448532811209509618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50TuWc0CvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/fyPIrND5pw4/s400/IMG_3138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is for you Momzy! I am what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50TkMcj4ZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/UMp1Bqht6zU/s1600-h/IMG_3153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448532636725404050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50TkMcj4ZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/UMp1Bqht6zU/s400/IMG_3153.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-1684643324025704224?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/1684643324025704224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/03/zip-has-nothing-to-do-with-this-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1684643324025704224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1684643324025704224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/03/zip-has-nothing-to-do-with-this-post.html' title='Zip (has nothing to do with this post)'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S50Ues_RI7I/AAAAAAAAAVc/tgesZftszA0/s72-c/IMG_3098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-3028547153600108911</id><published>2010-02-15T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T20:56:55.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February, a month I like</title><content type='html'>What has been on my mind? Hmmm. I would have to say figuring out how to make my life simpler. I have been working on our food storage, my scrapbook, and watching the Olympics. I love my family, My sisters and my sister in laws are so good for me. I need them dearly. I wish I did half the things for them that popped into my mind. Yes, I am one of those who thinks of small acts of service, but doesn't do them. Darny! Something I need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff has been a goody to have around, he is the one goody that I haven't eaten in the house. Good thing. I am in the good old fashion 3rd trimester of pregnancy. And it has been interesting. I hope I can last well. So that is my mixture of random thoughts, and here is an update of our to do to das...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where we have spent all of our Thursday nights lately. Pee Wee Wrestling. We just put Ben in it, it is his thing, and he loves it. He is the most pee wee-est out there, but he still loves it.&lt;br /&gt;This is Cole watching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S3ogQf7UV8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/WtDGP5rYUmE/s1600-h/IMG_3031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438694967823587266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S3ogQf7UV8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/WtDGP5rYUmE/s400/IMG_3031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S3ogHzqXOVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7gdKzcpJqJQ/s1600-h/IMG_3043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438694818502359378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S3ogHzqXOVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/7gdKzcpJqJQ/s400/IMG_3043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is the one in the grey shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S3ogBfj0-dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ju52kXAgke4/s1600-h/IMG_3041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438694710027024850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S3ogBfj0-dI/AAAAAAAAAUE/ju52kXAgke4/s400/IMG_3041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my birthday on ground hog's day as well. And the pouch for my belly is baby peter mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S3of1ZEa1SI/AAAAAAAAAT8/LEKGaru43tE/s1600-h/IMG_3053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438694502126245154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S3of1ZEa1SI/AAAAAAAAAT8/LEKGaru43tE/s400/IMG_3053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole doing cole-like things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S3ofprjQogI/AAAAAAAAAT0/lQys4eyEBno/s1600-h/IMG_3091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438694300929008130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S3ofprjQogI/AAAAAAAAAT0/lQys4eyEBno/s400/IMG_3091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a blueberry banana smoothie. The boys loved it. "Smoothie, it does a body good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S3ofgtW5h-I/AAAAAAAAATs/2UKC-OXIjkI/s1600-h/IMG_3094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438694146795210722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S3ofgtW5h-I/AAAAAAAAATs/2UKC-OXIjkI/s400/IMG_3094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-3028547153600108911?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/3028547153600108911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-month-i-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/3028547153600108911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/3028547153600108911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-month-i-like.html' title='February, a month I like'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S3ogQf7UV8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/WtDGP5rYUmE/s72-c/IMG_3031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-7057835583730063178</id><published>2010-01-25T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:33:57.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>catch up... practically ketchup</title><content type='html'>Life at the peanut factory is still in production.  We still have 3 silly boys.  Good news is that Cole has started excepting baby peter coming into our family.  What a relief. &lt;br /&gt;Ben still says the funniest things.  And Jacob still keeps creating more and more artistic work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S139jQMbO-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/jh4sdptioWs/s1600-h/IMG_2947_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430775507763018722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S139jQMbO-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/jh4sdptioWs/s400/IMG_2947_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cole had his birthday, he turned 3.  I was planning on making whatever cake pleased my desires, until Ben put it into Cole's mind that he should have a teddy bear cake.  That is all Cole kept talking about... so... that is what I had to do.  At least it wasn't a demolition derby bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S139VXcUR1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/2LQl6ThVDDU/s1600-h/IMG_2948_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430775269190551378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S139VXcUR1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/2LQl6ThVDDU/s400/IMG_2948_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S139OL9w1zI/AAAAAAAAASs/8MvBk76eu0g/s1600-h/IMG_2950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430775145850525490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S139OL9w1zI/AAAAAAAAASs/8MvBk76eu0g/s400/IMG_2950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspecting his cake, he was pleased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S139H129HiI/AAAAAAAAASk/0K9sO8Bgq8E/s1600-h/IMG_2954_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430775036837174818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S139H129HiI/AAAAAAAAASk/0K9sO8Bgq8E/s400/IMG_2954_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S138_-HV2OI/AAAAAAAAASc/ClGwDtPxhAA/s1600-h/IMG_2953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430774901614434530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S138_-HV2OI/AAAAAAAAASc/ClGwDtPxhAA/s400/IMG_2953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakey made Cole this crown, He really went to a lot of work.  Cole liked it.  But according to jacob's hurt feelings, Cole didn't like it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S1382Zv2j5I/AAAAAAAAASU/Q44zu2TdQ8M/s1600-h/IMG_2955_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430774737233416082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S1382Zv2j5I/AAAAAAAAASU/Q44zu2TdQ8M/s400/IMG_2955_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S138xcl7gRI/AAAAAAAAASM/Zq-kyfgkWcI/s1600-h/IMG_2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430774652097757458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S138xcl7gRI/AAAAAAAAASM/Zq-kyfgkWcI/s400/IMG_2956.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S138pds2tQI/AAAAAAAAASE/qGGtaDLromw/s1600-h/IMG_2958_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430774514956285186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S138pds2tQI/AAAAAAAAASE/qGGtaDLromw/s400/IMG_2958_2.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S138b_oGjMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pJXM0G2T8qA/s1600-h/IMG_3010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430774283544988866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S138b_oGjMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pJXM0G2T8qA/s400/IMG_3010.JPG" /&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;I have been wanting to take a picture of this tree that is in our front yard.   Buds sprouting in January!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S138GWYkjcI/AAAAAAAAAR0/QADjKRwPwN0/s1600-h/IMG_3021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430773911696739778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S138GWYkjcI/AAAAAAAAAR0/QADjKRwPwN0/s400/IMG_3021.JPG" /&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;And a long time desired project we finally did, paint our bedroom.  This is the before picture and then the after pictures.  I hope you can tell a difference, or we went to a lot of work for nothing.  But I am pretty sure that you can tell a difference.  I feel like I sleep in a palace now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S1376gLJugI/AAAAAAAAARs/oQYL1D_l6oM/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430773708166380034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S1376gLJugI/AAAAAAAAARs/oQYL1D_l6oM/s400/IMG_0670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S137nJvwwDI/AAAAAAAAARk/mxTe4QxLmoM/s1600-h/IMG_3018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430773375728402482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S137nJvwwDI/AAAAAAAAARk/mxTe4QxLmoM/s400/IMG_3018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S137cPxMnrI/AAAAAAAAARc/D-nB_tTKDVw/s1600-h/IMG_3020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430773188366474930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S137cPxMnrI/AAAAAAAAARc/D-nB_tTKDVw/s400/IMG_3020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-7057835583730063178?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/7057835583730063178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/01/catch-up-practically-ketchup.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/7057835583730063178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/7057835583730063178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/01/catch-up-practically-ketchup.html' title='catch up... practically ketchup'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S139jQMbO-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/jh4sdptioWs/s72-c/IMG_2947_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-6789792046562339244</id><published>2010-01-03T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:06:09.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in a whirl</title><content type='html'>It started with Ben's preschool program.  He is dressed as a Christmas tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D11TJHR1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/d4vTMhop8i4/s1600-h/IMG_2885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422604247374448466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D11TJHR1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/d4vTMhop8i4/s400/IMG_2885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we said Merry Christmas to our Russon Family, who we would not be with for Christmas, because we were leaving town for Utah to be with the Stout family.  Ken and Jan are dressed up for their ward Christmas party.  I think they fixed themselves up great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D1tzgD1MI/AAAAAAAAAQI/TcXM0asm2cg/s1600-h/IMG_2886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422604118621672642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D1tzgD1MI/AAAAAAAAAQI/TcXM0asm2cg/s400/IMG_2886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We started the drive....  passing beautiful scenery in Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D1m24_VvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/F2HdoivcL-Q/s1600-h/IMG_2891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422603999272457970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D1m24_VvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/F2HdoivcL-Q/s400/IMG_2891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D1blwFUoI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3E732PdSosE/s1600-h/IMG_2893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422603805693137538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D1blwFUoI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3E732PdSosE/s400/IMG_2893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were very well behaved, for the 14 hour drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D1TZxqtiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/vxfUnAVgpWA/s1600-h/IMG_2896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422603665039603234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D1TZxqtiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/vxfUnAVgpWA/s400/IMG_2896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met the Stout family at Pirates Cove, we ate pizza and played games.   Cole wasn't too sure about this scary scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D1KCv5zcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KO2Hd_9DFoc/s1600-h/IMG_2903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422603504239365570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D1KCv5zcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/KO2Hd_9DFoc/s400/IMG_2903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out with some old friends, brent and laila.  Dance Revolution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D1DPV0ePI/AAAAAAAAAPg/M7GrE7IRnro/s1600-h/IMG_2899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422603387360540914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D1DPV0ePI/AAAAAAAAAPg/M7GrE7IRnro/s400/IMG_2899.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D08nYIu8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/xpFS9-iVOC0/s1600-h/IMG_2900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422603273553624002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D08nYIu8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/xpFS9-iVOC0/s400/IMG_2900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent lots of time with Grandma and Grandpa Stout.  We missed them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D0yRSM6uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/asFjx4aOFLo/s1600-h/IMG_2920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422603095824460514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D0yRSM6uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/asFjx4aOFLo/s400/IMG_2920.JPG" /&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;div&gt;We came back home to Washington after Christmas, and enjoyed the last few days of vacation.  The boys said goodbye to their gingerbread houses. .... but we did take a picture.  As you can see, cole is quite upset with the news that it was time to throw out his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D0a8Zup5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/yg301uaeeYw/s1600-h/IMG_2928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422602695081895826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D0a8Zup5I/AAAAAAAAAPA/yg301uaeeYw/s400/IMG_2928.JPG" /&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;New Years Eve, making 7 layer dip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D0TQX97iI/AAAAAAAAAO4/AJCYFoafBP8/s1600-h/IMG_2929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422602563004263970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D0TQX97iI/AAAAAAAAAO4/AJCYFoafBP8/s400/IMG_2929.JPG" /&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;New Years Day, playing with all the cousins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D0MGitCRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/AgC_-l6QH-s/s1600-h/IMG_2938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422602440105855250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D0MGitCRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/AgC_-l6QH-s/s400/IMG_2938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-6789792046562339244?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/6789792046562339244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-in-whirl.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6789792046562339244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6789792046562339244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-in-whirl.html' title='Christmas in a whirl'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/S0D11TJHR1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/d4vTMhop8i4/s72-c/IMG_2885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-1950401117797500212</id><published>2009-12-15T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:33:32.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>I love making the whole month of December so simple.  One year in December I got so sick, so sick.  Ever since then I have vowed to not over do things and to not feel like I have to be to everything that goes on.  I love Christmas time and what it's true meaning is.  The excitement in the air that my boys feel makes me happy too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to wish you all a very Merry Christmas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-1950401117797500212?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/1950401117797500212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1950401117797500212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1950401117797500212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-6123641320696063999</id><published>2009-11-27T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:31:23.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are having a ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SxA3A1S9jeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/6Mx7DcDme5I/s1600/IMG_1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408883639918104034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SxA3A1S9jeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/6Mx7DcDme5I/s400/IMG_1282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;...BOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I was little, a single woman lived across the street. She had 3 wild boys. I remember watching her one day, and wondering if she was sad she only had boys and no girls. At that moment I had a feeling that I would be her when I grew up. I would be a mom of only boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It has come true. We just found out that the baby inside of me is a boy. I will have not just 3 boys but 4 boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only difference between my thoughts as a little girl and my thoughts now is that I am not sad I don't have a girl. I love these boys like crazy, and to know that there is a fourth boy inside of me, it gives me comfort and overwhelming love for this little baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just as long as these boys always strive to choose the right and give me hugs and kisses, even when they are 16, or 23, or 45. I will be the happiest mommy in the world!&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/8333818908281766971-6123641320696063999?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/6123641320696063999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-having.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6123641320696063999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6123641320696063999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-having.html' title='We are having a ....'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SxA3A1S9jeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/6Mx7DcDme5I/s72-c/IMG_1282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-2944977885312752245</id><published>2009-11-15T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:52:36.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cole doing illegal things</title><content type='html'>Cole thinks he can get away with this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SwB3z6c9jGI/AAAAAAAAANo/_1EHi51w9Yc/s1600-h/IMG_2830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404451286592359522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SwB3z6c9jGI/AAAAAAAAANo/_1EHi51w9Yc/s400/IMG_2830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-2944977885312752245?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/2944977885312752245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/11/cole-doing-illegal-things.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/2944977885312752245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/2944977885312752245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/11/cole-doing-illegal-things.html' title='Cole doing illegal things'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SwB3z6c9jGI/AAAAAAAAANo/_1EHi51w9Yc/s72-c/IMG_2830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-257513532822413223</id><published>2009-10-26T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:51:02.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Pumpkin Patcho</title><content type='html'>Off to the pumpkin patch in the rain and mud.  Last year it was much drier and warmer.  I learned today that I didn't appreciate last year enough.  My boy Jacob was telling me the other day, "When it is summer we always want winter, and in winter we always want summer."  Yes, we never appreciate where we are.  So let me think a minute and figure out something to appreciate about this rainy day at the pumpkin patch...  We were with family and that is who I love the most.  Another highlight: Jeff took a sick day off of work, NO not to come to the pumpkin patch.  But to come to my doctor's appointment with me to hear the babies heart beat.   YES, I made the appointment for the same day as the pumpkin patch so that jeff could be at both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HAYRIDE TO GO PICK OUT A PUMPKIN... THIS YEAR WITH JEFF THERE, WE COULD PICK OUT BIG PUMPKINS INSTEAD OF SMALL ONES LIKE LAST YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SuZrgZyvzeI/AAAAAAAAANg/JFG4MIN-s0U/s1600-h/IMG_2786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397119407873838562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SuZrgZyvzeI/AAAAAAAAANg/JFG4MIN-s0U/s400/IMG_2786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE HAY MAZE... COLE SOMEHOW ENDED UP ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE MAZE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SuZrZWUnN-I/AAAAAAAAANY/AOBAi9O152g/s1600-h/IMG_2777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397119286683056098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SuZrZWUnN-I/AAAAAAAAANY/AOBAi9O152g/s400/IMG_2777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SuZrTXlG5YI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LA1QqikorpQ/s1600-h/IMG_2794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397119183941461378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SuZrTXlG5YI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LA1QqikorpQ/s400/IMG_2794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEEDING THE GOATS AND SHEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SuZrNHkcmxI/AAAAAAAAANI/TRSakFZlnWo/s1600-h/IMG_2780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397119076564507410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SuZrNHkcmxI/AAAAAAAAANI/TRSakFZlnWo/s400/IMG_2780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF THE COUSINS WHO WERE ABLE TO COME ON THE RUSSON SIDE OF THE FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SuZrEKlHaBI/AAAAAAAAANA/JEAlhLre_xk/s1600-h/IMG_2793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397118922753796114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SuZrEKlHaBI/AAAAAAAAANA/JEAlhLre_xk/s400/IMG_2793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/8333818908281766971-257513532822413223?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/257513532822413223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-pumpkin-patcho.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/257513532822413223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/257513532822413223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-pumpkin-patcho.html' title='El Pumpkin Patcho'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SuZrgZyvzeI/AAAAAAAAANg/JFG4MIN-s0U/s72-c/IMG_2786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-2329391759032544593</id><published>2009-10-11T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:11:59.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This year we went cheap</title><content type='html'>This year we decided not to pay the giant amount for school pictures.  We took them our self, in the backyard, not professional at all.  We will have to see what they look like on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/StKBYTa_cXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DDhAuU6lB6Y/s1600-h/IMG_2647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391513958446231922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/StKBYTa_cXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DDhAuU6lB6Y/s400/IMG_2647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/StKBQz_vbBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rsjJen4d_Kw/s1600-h/IMG_2680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391513829751352338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/StKBQz_vbBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rsjJen4d_Kw/s400/IMG_2680.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/StKA-s0dnFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/FJTWtm53y90/s1600-h/IMG_2662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391513518587354194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/StKA-s0dnFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/FJTWtm53y90/s400/IMG_2662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-2329391759032544593?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/2329391759032544593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-year-we-went-cheap.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/2329391759032544593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/2329391759032544593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-year-we-went-cheap.html' title='This year we went cheap'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/StKBYTa_cXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/DDhAuU6lB6Y/s72-c/IMG_2647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-3542608258852781224</id><published>2009-10-05T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:20:45.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my little pet experiment... I am interested who will read this and find out that I am pregnant!  Interesting huh?  I am 11 weeks prego.  I am over the worst part, that is if this pregnancy is like my others.  I have only told family so far, so this is old news to most of you.  I like doing detective sneaky things.  ANd with Halloween around the corner, I can't help but feel sneakier than usual.  Have a good day to all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-3542608258852781224?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/3542608258852781224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/10/experiment.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/3542608258852781224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/3542608258852781224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/10/experiment.html' title='experiment'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-7828556929917768075</id><published>2009-09-20T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:31:07.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friendzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SrbZ7DIOJbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/UGpxXRyMa2A/s1600-h/IMG_2604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383730013043303858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SrbZ7DIOJbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/UGpxXRyMa2A/s400/IMG_2604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One last dinner outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SrbZ12LVN8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/SOJBJYsJVDA/s1600-h/IMG_2603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383729923667343298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SrbZ12LVN8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/SOJBJYsJVDA/s400/IMG_2603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lesson in relief society was on friends. Everyone has a lot to say on that subject, so I kept my comments to myself. In the lesson I learned about how a friends heart never fails. In my mind I decided that meant that a friend is not selfish, a friend doesn't stop thinking about others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There has been so many times in my life where I have been in self pity. I would be so sad about something or so overwhelmed and think to myself... where is that call I need, or that knock on the door. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BUT,&lt;/span&gt; it is when I am being a friend and caring about those around me, that I am blessed by that knock on the door and that saving phone call. So I can't live in ignorance anymore in my self pity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note. I am so excited for this fall time. The leaves are already falling, and the coolness has started. I am sad to see my summer go.... but I still love the holidays.&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/8333818908281766971-7828556929917768075?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/7828556929917768075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/09/friendzy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/7828556929917768075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/7828556929917768075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/09/friendzy.html' title='friendzy'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SrbZ7DIOJbI/AAAAAAAAAMg/UGpxXRyMa2A/s72-c/IMG_2604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-8945639143334682133</id><published>2009-09-13T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:47:18.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So SO much</title><content type='html'>Jacob's birthday, the first day of school, and we are back in the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;The birthday cake, ended up being another one of my demolition derby cakes.  And after the fact, I pretend that is what I meant it to be.  Jacob couldn't care that it is not perfect, he just feels privileged to come home from school and see that I was thinking of him and had the cake already made and waiting for the party to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sq1YEHIGmZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XE6ibC3nAZI/s1600-h/IMG_2573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381053957433366930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sq1YEHIGmZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XE6ibC3nAZI/s400/IMG_2573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sq1X9uYxPdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bn9XsItQEcs/s1600-h/IMG_2572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381053847713168850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sq1X9uYxPdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bn9XsItQEcs/s400/IMG_2572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these balloons to set out front to surprise jakey when he got off the bus.  I hid behind the porch to await his reaction.  As I saw the complete humble look of surprised happiness, I started to cry.  Maybe my hormones are to blame, but it made me feel so happy to make him happy.  That is one of those times that I felt joy in motherhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sq1X1iqdS-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/BNuvwBqSUso/s1600-h/IMG_2570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381053707127180258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sq1X1iqdS-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/BNuvwBqSUso/s400/IMG_2570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's first day of Preschool, hot stuff and all!  He is so excited to become as smart as his older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sq1XrezcbMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DYcOqcaiN1c/s1600-h/IMG_2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381053534292438210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sq1XrezcbMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DYcOqcaiN1c/s400/IMG_2561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!  Okay, this picture was taken after school, because I forgot the camera gig in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sq1XmdlUC7I/AAAAAAAAALw/AA2PBpyqTvc/s1600-h/IMG_2562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381053448065387442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sq1XmdlUC7I/AAAAAAAAALw/AA2PBpyqTvc/s400/IMG_2562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/8333818908281766971-8945639143334682133?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/8945639143334682133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-so-much.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/8945639143334682133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/8945639143334682133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-so-much.html' title='So SO much'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sq1YEHIGmZI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XE6ibC3nAZI/s72-c/IMG_2573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-2937035571154846387</id><published>2009-08-31T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:30:22.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SpytCnKc_KI/AAAAAAAAALo/eQWc4eRZZfQ/s1600-h/IMG_2480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376362315557698722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SpytCnKc_KI/AAAAAAAAALo/eQWc4eRZZfQ/s400/IMG_2480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Sunday our Bishop was talking about how the church has been trying to make sure the teachers teaching the lessons are teaching well. But the problem now is with the learners (in general). That we are not doing a very good job learning. At the moment I was sitting there, I realized how I fit so well under that category. I don't ever read the lessons before hand. I don't ever study up on the lessons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... I must end off with reassuring you that I am going to change for the better in that area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-2937035571154846387?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/2937035571154846387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-lessons.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/2937035571154846387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/2937035571154846387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-lessons.html' title='Sunday lessons'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SpytCnKc_KI/AAAAAAAAALo/eQWc4eRZZfQ/s72-c/IMG_2480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-675621338204599683</id><published>2009-08-14T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:04:45.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach</title><content type='html'>The drive to the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SoWJSiAkRJI/AAAAAAAAALY/O2_t3-ZTXMM/s1600-h/IMG_2488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369849082169017490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SoWJSiAkRJI/AAAAAAAAALY/O2_t3-ZTXMM/s400/IMG_2488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SoWJKUhRobI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YAHiDbzc1mI/s1600-h/IMG_2490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369848941109158322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SoWJKUhRobI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YAHiDbzc1mI/s400/IMG_2490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              A view of a lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SoWJBPYHqII/AAAAAAAAALI/b9yvAN9hBSU/s1600-h/IMG_2493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369848785109756034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SoWJBPYHqII/AAAAAAAAALI/b9yvAN9hBSU/s400/IMG_2493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SoWIt8kWXLI/AAAAAAAAALA/3BA02ve5LCA/s1600-h/IMG_2505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369848453643263154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SoWIt8kWXLI/AAAAAAAAALA/3BA02ve5LCA/s400/IMG_2505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SoWIoUE_z3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/m53yVZqxBtE/s1600-h/IMG_2507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369848356874997618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SoWIoUE_z3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/m53yVZqxBtE/s400/IMG_2507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                A hermit crab and a starfish that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jakey&lt;/span&gt; found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SoWIkKIolwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/OgIwv40gXvw/s1600-h/IMG_2510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369848285486421762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SoWIkKIolwI/AAAAAAAAAKw/OgIwv40gXvw/s400/IMG_2510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          A big mound of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mussels&lt;/span&gt; and starfish and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anemone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SoWIbezibqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/o_WFjIUwE_Q/s1600-h/IMG_2501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369848136416259746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SoWIbezibqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/o_WFjIUwE_Q/s400/IMG_2501.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to the beach with our extended &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;russon&lt;/span&gt; family. We went to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ecola&lt;/span&gt; Beach along the Oregon Coast&lt;/span&gt;. It was said that it was going to rain, but it never did! It was pretty cool weather, but it doesn't stop kids from getting in the water. &lt;/span&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;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is when my children are in danger that I remember how &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;precious &lt;/span&gt;they are to me. Ben had ash from the fire pop up and hit his neck. It was like no other burn I have ever seen. I am still worried about it, I hope he is okay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-675621338204599683?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/675621338204599683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/08/beach.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/675621338204599683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/675621338204599683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/08/beach.html' title='Beach'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SoWJSiAkRJI/AAAAAAAAALY/O2_t3-ZTXMM/s72-c/IMG_2488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-2321735536280216598</id><published>2009-07-28T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:39:50.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;We went to Seattle, just the 2 of us.  Yes, we did miss the boys.  One time I saw a dad get mad at his 4is little boy.  The boy looked sad, and I immediately thought of Ben.  Why would that make me think of ben?  It is because it gives me guilt for getting angry with him.  I even thought of Jakey while watching Harry Potter, we missed them, but we knew they were in good hands with jeff's brother and his wife (craig and tiffany).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;One of my favorite things we did was while we were driving up, jeff retold the story from one of the books he had just read.  So it taught me once again that I don't have to do the fancy things in life to have fun.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I always have fun adventures with Jeff, we laugh and talk and I tease him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this is how it went, except for backwards.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is at the famous Pikes Fish Market.  We saw them throwing the fish to each other, what a show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_Faiio7mI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8wlPYSzBEtI/s1600-h/IMG_2442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363722740960915042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_Faiio7mI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8wlPYSzBEtI/s400/IMG_2442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the view from the Space Needle of Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_D5I8mHbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_KWYP_hRuSc/s1600-h/IMG_2413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363721067643149746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_D5I8mHbI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_KWYP_hRuSc/s400/IMG_2413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is us eating on the space needle.  We revolved 360 degrees while eating.  We saw the  view of the Puget Sound and Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_DwNV6qWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/A4OIEqHcR6U/s1600-h/IMG_2402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363720914204272994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_DwNV6qWI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/A4OIEqHcR6U/s400/IMG_2402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_DnVy_LHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/n24UC5gR9Sg/s1600-h/IMG_2400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363720761854864498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_DnVy_LHI/AAAAAAAAAKI/n24UC5gR9Sg/s400/IMG_2400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe Space Needle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_Dfw_qqcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mdxwKiuXAVU/s1600-h/IMG_2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363720631716850114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_Dfw_qqcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mdxwKiuXAVU/s400/IMG_2397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by the restaurant we ate at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_DYlk4DgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qVIbEUE3X98/s1600-h/IMG_2394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363720508392607234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_DYlk4DgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/qVIbEUE3X98/s400/IMG_2394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Eating dinner with an old friend from Tooele, UT.  Valerie was up for a teachers    training  conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_DPyvTXhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5aEM5VUDRiU/s1600-h/IMG_2392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363720357307178514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_DPyvTXhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5aEM5VUDRiU/s400/IMG_2392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               A little hike we did at Discovery park after we had our picnic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_DHRRfAwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/G_pKjswSsFw/s1600-h/IMG_2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363720210884788994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_DHRRfAwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/G_pKjswSsFw/s400/IMG_2386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             Picnic at Discovery Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_CzjT33zI/AAAAAAAAAJg/WcuB73sfUhM/s1600-h/IMG_2381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363719872129261362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_CzjT33zI/AAAAAAAAAJg/WcuB73sfUhM/s400/IMG_2381.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_CqUQjvkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hBsazL0IVSk/s1600-h/IMG_2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363719713470004802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_CqUQjvkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hBsazL0IVSk/s400/IMG_2374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Light house at Discovery park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_Cfm4MbUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/L-tAG2M2xmo/s1600-h/IMG_2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363719529489526082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_Cfm4MbUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/L-tAG2M2xmo/s400/IMG_2358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8333818908281766971-2321735536280216598?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/2321735536280216598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/07/seattle-trip.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/2321735536280216598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/2321735536280216598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/07/seattle-trip.html' title='Seattle Trip'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sm_Faiio7mI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8wlPYSzBEtI/s72-c/IMG_2442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-4927409801616416842</id><published>2009-07-26T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:22:16.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Smy3asfQjKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dJY0qUi-yAM/s1600-h/IMG_2297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362862925538167970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Smy3asfQjKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dJY0qUi-yAM/s400/IMG_2297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday we went to the Vancouver North Stake Pioneer Day Celebration, Jakey stood in line for most of the time to get his face painted.  There is always a yummy yummy BBQ (Mainly because I like hamburgers with lots of onions, tomatoes and lettuce). &lt;br /&gt;This past week we went and explored the Columbia River.  It was like a 30 minute drive.  There was a little hands on museum there, pretty good stuff to see.  Then we walked down to the river.  We knew it was pretty clean water, since this past school year, jeff's class took a field trip down to the river and tested the water.  It had good results.  Every time a boat would go by the waves would get really strong, Cole almost was taken away (not really, but maybe).  We learned that next time we will bring a change of clothes and towels.  And sunscreen.  And something to sit on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Smy3TX0o_hI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QOOoLahh_os/s1600-h/IMG_2279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362862799731621394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Smy3TX0o_hI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QOOoLahh_os/s400/IMG_2279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Smy3B3s7tdI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fC8_tzBG7uQ/s1600-h/IMG_2288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362862499051582930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Smy3B3s7tdI/AAAAAAAAAI4/fC8_tzBG7uQ/s400/IMG_2288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just an update on our garden.  This is the first picture we took on Memorial Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next is the picture I took this past week.  It has really become animalistic.  The Tomato plant has become the king dominator of the one box.  The Zucchini plant has become the king dominator of the other box.    We have basically been very blessed with this garden, we are very grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Smy2oao8whI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OPFn4Y2w-vo/s1600-h/IMG_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362862061753516562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Smy2oao8whI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OPFn4Y2w-vo/s400/IMG_1826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Smy2VmZdmgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZRM20ueaHPs/s1600-h/IMG_2292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362861738492271106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Smy2VmZdmgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ZRM20ueaHPs/s400/IMG_2292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-4927409801616416842?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/4927409801616416842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like-my-family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/4927409801616416842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/4927409801616416842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like-my-family.html' title='I like my family'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Smy3asfQjKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dJY0qUi-yAM/s72-c/IMG_2297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-3182597096630264654</id><published>2009-07-20T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:24:00.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how it happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SmSZ9u8VbHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CC-JC1vU64Q/s1600-h/IMG_2243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360578742329896050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SmSZ9u8VbHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CC-JC1vU64Q/s400/IMG_2243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SmSZu9ilelI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mc9x6eJ5r_E/s1600-h/IMG_2254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360578488550390354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SmSZu9ilelI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mc9x6eJ5r_E/s400/IMG_2254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SmSZiLI-o0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3ptzWpWmq2I/s1600-h/IMG_2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360578268862784322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SmSZiLI-o0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3ptzWpWmq2I/s400/IMG_2255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SmSZUzM54uI/AAAAAAAAAII/VwkJXVS9h7w/s1600-h/IMG_2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360578039098499810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SmSZUzM54uI/AAAAAAAAAII/VwkJXVS9h7w/s400/IMG_2260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SmSZKg7mtbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RMzYaR40-KA/s1600-h/IMG_2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360577862395409842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SmSZKg7mtbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RMzYaR40-KA/s400/IMG_2261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SmSZAj8yB2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/hJKozS1TZto/s1600-h/IMG_2263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360577691406960482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SmSZAj8yB2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/hJKozS1TZto/s400/IMG_2263.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-3182597096630264654?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/3182597096630264654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-how-it-happens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/3182597096630264654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/3182597096630264654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-how-it-happens.html' title='This is how it happens'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SmSZ9u8VbHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/CC-JC1vU64Q/s72-c/IMG_2243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-1291442411749465095</id><published>2009-07-14T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:20:54.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No, we are not running a day care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sly-Qd7LIsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fgkXKgtIYYA/s1600-h/IMG_2057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358366846784053954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sly-Qd7LIsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fgkXKgtIYYA/s400/IMG_2057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good old fashioned fun, is what happens when family is around. Jeff's sister Jenny and her girls have been staying with us and we have really enjoyed it. I have decided jenny brings the silly little girl out of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So this is what it has been like at our house. &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/8333818908281766971-1291442411749465095?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/1291442411749465095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-we-are-not-running-day-care.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1291442411749465095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1291442411749465095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-we-are-not-running-day-care.html' title='No, we are not running a day care'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sly-Qd7LIsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fgkXKgtIYYA/s72-c/IMG_2057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-2451820011064294657</id><published>2009-07-10T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:16:03.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SleSxvoEVmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9pOuIY3P-NA/s1600-h/IMG_2032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356911665076262498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SleSxvoEVmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9pOuIY3P-NA/s400/IMG_2032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     This is a picture of the drive to Lucia Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SleSnYO7NwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Jt3BO2geAHA/s1600-h/IMG_2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356911486998099714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SleSnYO7NwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Jt3BO2geAHA/s400/IMG_2036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SleSTY3dnjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CMPFGtQxkMA/s1600-h/IMG_2037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356911143570742834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SleSTY3dnjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/CMPFGtQxkMA/s400/IMG_2037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SleR6SzVvFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tlYQTed0Um0/s1600-h/IMG_2039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356910712446106706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SleR6SzVvFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tlYQTed0Um0/s400/IMG_2039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SleRnukVF1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/loL1FrufDs8/s1600-h/IMG_2054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356910393481828178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SleRnukVF1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/loL1FrufDs8/s400/IMG_2054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SleRcfM0JiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/L0IybsG2_LY/s1600-h/IMG_2050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356910200378107426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SleRcfM0JiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/L0IybsG2_LY/s400/IMG_2050.JPG" 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;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Jeff and I just celebrated our 8th anniversary! We just kept saying to each other... "8 years!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It isn't 15 years or 45, but it sure is jam packed full of memories and special meaning for the 2 of us. I have always felt marriage is such a special thing. I resent the saying that it is a ball and chain. I feel that it is such a neat relationship to have with your best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I just keep getting stronger and stronger assurance that jeff was meant for me, good thing huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Our marriage is not perfect. We stumble, but we manage to grow each time, I am so grateful for jeff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;This is what we did for our anniversary. We went out to eat at a Mexican restaurant, then to Lucia Falls (beautiful) then did some deal finding grocery shopping. We want to take our boys back to the water fall. They would love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-2451820011064294657?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/2451820011064294657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-picture-of-drive-to-lucia-falls.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/2451820011064294657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/2451820011064294657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-picture-of-drive-to-lucia-falls.html' title=''/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SleSxvoEVmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9pOuIY3P-NA/s72-c/IMG_2032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-1264056005597419393</id><published>2009-06-21T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:32:53.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sj6YHQURiUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/t43hgCM7YO8/s1600-h/IMG_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349880657769236802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sj6YHQURiUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/t43hgCM7YO8/s400/IMG_1507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad was a good teacher to me. He always wanted me to understand how everything worked and was made. Washers, pulleys, his money drop in television as a kid, motors, raising chickens. So so many more. I wish I would have listened better as a child. He has such knowlede.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad was such a hard worker, he still is, he can't seem to stop even though he will be 70 this year. What a good example I had to look up to all growing up. and still. My biggest memory with my dad was a paper route we did. He would drive while I folded the newspapers and put the newspapers into their slots. That memory still has a smell to this day, newspaper smell. But I am glad that I was able to work next to my dad, those things at the moment we would trade for anything. But when we look back, we wouldn't trade that for anything. I have another memory of him taking me to do his errands and me holding his finger while we crossed the road to get the mail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad is so very talented. He knows how to double whistle. I don't even know how to whistle normal. That is just one of his talents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would I have done without my Dad. When I think of my dad, he reminds me of a strong bolder. He is so strong physically and spiritually. I love you Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make sure you push pause on the music before you push play on this video clip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b2e7d3d8e90fac3b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db2e7d3d8e90fac3b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331292302%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D707B541FF520914400F3DA6B60F1146E97D887D1.679D6083A68D6A828BBA6B7D4F5220F1E3878237%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db2e7d3d8e90fac3b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJHB7fNc9LYTgy7WroNujQZl8zt4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db2e7d3d8e90fac3b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331292302%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D707B541FF520914400F3DA6B60F1146E97D887D1.679D6083A68D6A828BBA6B7D4F5220F1E3878237%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db2e7d3d8e90fac3b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJHB7fNc9LYTgy7WroNujQZl8zt4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-1264056005597419393?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b2e7d3d8e90fac3b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/1264056005597419393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dad.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1264056005597419393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1264056005597419393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sj6YHQURiUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/t43hgCM7YO8/s72-c/IMG_1507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-6583103883405159702</id><published>2009-06-18T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:51:40.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SjqZeZ0JJiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lQfxV_vUvw4/s1600-h/IMG_1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348756255060600354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SjqZeZ0JJiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lQfxV_vUvw4/s400/IMG_1776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;The past 2 days we were babysitting our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neice&lt;/span&gt; and nephew. Josh and Aimee kept my boys busy, they loved it to death! After we dropped josh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aimee&lt;/span&gt; off. We all felt kind of glum. My boys were acting like it was the day after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;. So, hats off to josh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aimee&lt;/span&gt; for being like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We played sardines both evenings. I started to get kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cocky&lt;/span&gt; about how good I thought I was at it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Afterall&lt;/span&gt; it always takes all the kids forever to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jeff&lt;/span&gt;. At one point everyone found one of the kids right off, I thought to myself, They will never find me... I am a smart adult. When I went to hide, I was there for only 10 seconds before everyone found me right away. I guess I am not as good as I thought I was.&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/8333818908281766971-6583103883405159702?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/6583103883405159702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/06/babysitting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6583103883405159702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6583103883405159702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/06/babysitting.html' title='Babysitting'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SjqZeZ0JJiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lQfxV_vUvw4/s72-c/IMG_1776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-448992392781036238</id><published>2009-06-13T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:46:58.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does a cow have to do with this?  Well, this cow lives in his own world, I do that also sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SjQBpIBh4DI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tObIIXCfVKs/s1600-h/IMG_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346900463635783730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SjQBpIBh4DI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tObIIXCfVKs/s400/IMG_1734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;Sometimes I get so wrapped up in the world and pleasing people and thinking too much of myself. Those are the times that I struggle and become unhappy. SOMETIMES I remember the wise counsel President Hinkley's Father gave him, "Forget yourself, and get to work". This was while President Hinkley was a young man on his mission and was struggling and wanted to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;When I decide to follow these words, I find myself happy again... and everyone else around me as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;Gina Forget yourself!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;I love life when I am not selfish. I am selfish most of the time, but I am trying to be better. Poor Jeff is sometimes a victim of my blunders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;I need much improvement. Please be patient.&lt;/span&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/8333818908281766971-448992392781036238?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/448992392781036238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-does-cow-have-to-do-with-this-well.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/448992392781036238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/448992392781036238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-does-cow-have-to-do-with-this-well.html' title='What does a cow have to do with this?  Well, this cow lives in his own world, I do that also sometimes.'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SjQBpIBh4DI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tObIIXCfVKs/s72-c/IMG_1734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-9204267015490204559</id><published>2009-06-05T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:18:12.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Siluwt3Lh6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/AgU5raJax8w/s1600-h/IMG_1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343924216075618210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Siluwt3Lh6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/AgU5raJax8w/s400/IMG_1661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;You may come to my home and think I am a hoarder. But I feel that I am not. I have found that I am addicted to the feeling I get when I get rid of things. I stood outside with the boys in the rain for an hour this morning trying to sell some things for a yard sale. I sold 8 large toys and a table. I earned 7 dollars!!!! in just one hour.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*This is just a silly thing about my boy ben. He loves to clean. He is always at my elbows trying to clean with me. This morning I cleaned the bathrooms, and because of my selfishness I put on a movie for ben so that he would not be at my elbows while I cleaned, so I could do it faster. Just now he was complaining that I got to do just fun things this morning and that my life is funner than his. I was very confused at that statement and so I asked him what I did that was fun. He said cleaning. He then said, "Cleaning is fun." What am I supposed to say to that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-9204267015490204559?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/9204267015490204559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/06/confessions.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/9204267015490204559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/9204267015490204559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/06/confessions.html' title='confessions'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Siluwt3Lh6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/AgU5raJax8w/s72-c/IMG_1661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-67051493488288897</id><published>2009-05-26T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:14:17.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tongue twister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ShyhuY3P5KI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Qg7d0OU868Q/s1600-h/IMG_1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340321076474799266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ShyhuY3P5KI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Qg7d0OU868Q/s400/IMG_1785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have decided that life is much more fulfilling when I do things that I don't want to do, that I should do. And life is not very fulfilling when I do things I want to do, that I shouldn't be doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now maybe for some people this may not be true, and that is because they are doing the things that they should do and that is what they want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Does this sound like I am trying to write a tongue twister? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What is fulfilling? When my children are happy, when I spend time talking with them, and when I accomplish something. Pardon me for making this sound like spending time with my children is not something I want to do. I do want to do it, but many times I can't bring myself to doing it, because the world is in the way... ie: facebook, tv, my blog?, and others.&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/8333818908281766971-67051493488288897?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/67051493488288897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/05/tongue-twister.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/67051493488288897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/67051493488288897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/05/tongue-twister.html' title='tongue twister'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ShyhuY3P5KI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Qg7d0OU868Q/s72-c/IMG_1785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-5599982479940024678</id><published>2009-05-24T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:50:33.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Provident?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ShnOsZFM1HI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/s0kIZCARS68/s1600-h/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339526095266698354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ShnOsZFM1HI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/s0kIZCARS68/s400/IMG_1828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ShnOoGYGI4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/oxDYcqJPQZg/s1600-h/IMG_1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339526021526201218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ShnOoGYGI4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/oxDYcqJPQZg/s400/IMG_1826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Since last year we have planned on building raised beds in our yard to plant a garden. It always seemed like the next planting season was so far away. But it crept up on us, and we turned it into a stressful situation like we do with most things. We finally did it this past week and put in our garden. I can not say enough about how good it made me feel. I felt like I could have done pretty well in the 1700's after all! We really worked ourselves hard on Friday and Saturday morning to finish the job. Then I decided to clean up the garage a bit. And it seemed like more and more projects kept surfacing in a domino affect like manner. It boiled down to our water barrels and containers that have not been filled with water since we have moved. We finally brought ourselves to cleaning them out and filling them up. We looked like the crazy neighbors with all these brightly colored barrels on our front lawn. In Utah, people would not have thought very much about it, but here, everyone gave us the quizzical look of, "What on earth are you doing?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Well, getting these 2 major projects done has left me with such a provident feeling, it is such a relief! I feel like I have not accomplished anything all winter, and have left it all up to one weekend. No wonder my fingernails were so healthy and long up until today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-5599982479940024678?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/5599982479940024678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/05/provident.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/5599982479940024678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/5599982479940024678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/05/provident.html' title='Provident?!?!'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ShnOsZFM1HI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/s0kIZCARS68/s72-c/IMG_1828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-421313458235817029</id><published>2009-05-20T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:47:22.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curtain Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ShReLMIfG3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/YTCN8qmLWUg/s1600-h/IMG_1795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337995004669270898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ShReLMIfG3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/YTCN8qmLWUg/s400/IMG_1795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of the curtain I made. I did not make the topper, I have had that there for a long time. I made the bottom. It isn't anything fancy. It is quite simple. From the picture it doesn't look like it matches, but in person it looks much better, at least for my taste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Sharesa for the curtain info deal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-421313458235817029?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/421313458235817029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/05/curtain-picture.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/421313458235817029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/421313458235817029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/05/curtain-picture.html' title='The Curtain Picture'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ShReLMIfG3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/YTCN8qmLWUg/s72-c/IMG_1795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-6837455909084085467</id><published>2009-05-17T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:41:48.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make curtains? or Buy curtains?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ShB1e23ZjGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/j3Fs1u0TpL8/s1600-h/IMG_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336894731418438754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ShB1e23ZjGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/j3Fs1u0TpL8/s400/IMG_1710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Jeff and Jakey and Ben all went to the father and sons camp out. Each year Ben gets lost. I know that sounds great! Other than that they had a great time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I stayed home with Cole and we went on walks, played outside, and I sewed Cole's curtains. Cole was sleeping while I did the curtains. He has been waking up so early in the morning that I thought curtains would really help... It helped by 30 minutes longer of sleep. Woo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I always reflect on my ancestors and how they did it. How did they get their kids to sleep well? How did they get all the things done each day that they had to do? Many times I have been in the middle of doing something and I imagine my Grandma up in heaven shaking her head, and sometimes I know she is smiling. While I was making those curtains, I know she was smiling and shaking her head at the same time. She was a wonderful seamstress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-6837455909084085467?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/6837455909084085467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/05/make-curtains-or-buy-curtains.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6837455909084085467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6837455909084085467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/05/make-curtains-or-buy-curtains.html' title='Make curtains? or Buy curtains?'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ShB1e23ZjGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/j3Fs1u0TpL8/s72-c/IMG_1710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-7679387929917016091</id><published>2009-05-10T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:51:18.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SgegnQc30PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/r_Oa6lJ84_I/s1600-h/IMG_1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334408879935049970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SgegnQc30PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/r_Oa6lJ84_I/s400/IMG_1485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My mom is such a neat lady. She just wants to do what is right. Growing up I loved to feel my mother's love. I remember on so many occasions of feeling sad and my mom just taking the time to sit with me and hold me and sing or buoy me up until I felt better again. Being a mom myself, I know what time is taken to do such a thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;These are some things my mother has taught me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to love warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to look around and be sensitive to those around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to have good taste in food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to work until the job is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to work my hardest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to do a job with only my best work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to be sensitive to the spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to do what is asked of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;how to be a wife and mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to have a husband for a best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to hike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to garden (even though I don't remember all of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to be independent (sometimes I am not the best at it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There are so many more. One thing that has always stuck with me, was one time when I didn't have a ride to work when I was 16. My mom told me to ride the bus. I did NOT want to do that. I didn't know how to do it, I was scared to do it and was afraid of it. My mom said, "Gina, we need to do something hard everyday." I knew she was right. I have always kept this lesson with me ever since. And I have to say, it helped me when I had to do hard things. Hard things help us grow.&lt;/span&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/8333818908281766971-7679387929917016091?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/7679387929917016091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/05/mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/7679387929917016091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/7679387929917016091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/05/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SgegnQc30PI/AAAAAAAAAFw/r_Oa6lJ84_I/s72-c/IMG_1485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-4909803437442104290</id><published>2009-04-29T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:34:53.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sfi1Px65w9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/s61vYgNanuA/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330209441696039890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sfi1Px65w9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/s61vYgNanuA/s400/IMG_1532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THIS IS A PICTURE OF ME AND MY BEST FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;This is so weird, but today I have come to the conclusion that I have missed out. I do facebook and I have reconnected with tons of people. Some I didn't know so much and others I knew well, but lost contact. With some of the people I bump into on facebook I realize I wish I still knew them or that they were my next door neighbor. Through conversing I feel like I know them better now than I ever did. I had them in my grasp at one point in my life and I let them go. Well some of the times I let them go were because I moved away, or they moved away. Are these feelings I am having because I am lonely? I did move recently. When I get ripped away from what is familiar. Is that when I realize what I have lost? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;This reminds me of this poem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Around the corner I have a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;In this great city that has no end;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yet days go by and weeks rush on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And before I know it a year has gone;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And I never see my old friend's face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;For life is a swift and terrible race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;He knows I like him just as well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;As in the days when I rang his bell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And he rang mine. We were younger then;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But now we are busy, tired men...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tired with playing a foolish game;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tired with trying to make a name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Tomorrow," I say, "I'll call on Jim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Just to show that I'm thinking of him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And distance between us grows and grows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Around the corner...yet miles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Here's a telegram, sir"... Jim died today;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And that's what we get, and deserve in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Around the corner, a vanished friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-Charles Hanson Towne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;I hope I can realize what I have while I have it , and find those relationships that I have lost with others in the friends I have now. Or... I can just have my dream come true and have them all move to one area and I would be surrounded by them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Jeff is my best friend and I have not lost him! My family matters more to me than friends. But it still is important to have a few friends.&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/8333818908281766971-4909803437442104290?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/4909803437442104290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/4909803437442104290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/4909803437442104290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sfi1Px65w9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/s61vYgNanuA/s72-c/IMG_1532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-4382329988956441059</id><published>2009-04-26T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:41:41.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SfTVB69JOII/AAAAAAAAAFg/eTpr5Yy1jZ0/s1600-h/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329118488068438146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SfTVB69JOII/AAAAAAAAAFg/eTpr5Yy1jZ0/s400/IMG_1526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I met Jeff's class on Thursday. I think he is so lucky to be in a nice school. I can't believe he has taught for 7 years. I love to be involved in Jeff's job and to know what is going on and what is coming up. We have a long standing joke, that his classroom is mine in the summer and his throughout the school year. Jeff's first principle was an actual blessing in our life. She gave Jeff the job, and gave us many opportunities throughout the years. Maybe she just had pity on us. I guess what I am trying to say is that Jeff's job has been a special part of our marriage and family. I think the word is out that teachers don't make very much money. Sure I have wished that we had more money and that we didn't have to have stomach aches over our finances. But I wouldn't trade it for anything, really. A few years ago I couldn't have said that. Jeff's job gives him daily practice on how to be a good father, even though I have hindered the process at times. If it wasn't for jeff, our boys may be quite different. Jeff's job has brought us close together and taught us all a lot. I am not saying everyone needs to be a teacher to be happy. And I am definitely not saying that we are perfect because of jeff's job. But it sure is teaching us and forcing us to grow. The coming 3 years are going to be rough with jeff going back to college to finish his administrative license. I think Heavenly Father wants to teach me to be more independent. "You mean I have to not depend on Jeff so much?" &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/8333818908281766971-4382329988956441059?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/4382329988956441059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-days.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/4382329988956441059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/4382329988956441059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SfTVB69JOII/AAAAAAAAAFg/eTpr5Yy1jZ0/s72-c/IMG_1526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-1200678757454176647</id><published>2009-04-21T09:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:35:05.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss California</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Se4CLybBDjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/X5zKu_UegDg/s1600-h/Carrie_Prejean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327197810762780210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Se4CLybBDjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/X5zKu_UegDg/s400/Carrie_Prejean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not follow the Miss USA Pageant, but while watching the news today I found something very interesting. When it was the final 5? and they were asked their responses to questions. Miss California was asked by a gay judge what her thoughts on gay marriage were. She responded something like this, " Me and my family do not believe in same sex marriage." She came in as first attendant. So now there is all this talk that she probably would have won if she said she agreed with same sex marriage. The Today Show brought her on the show today and asked her if she would do it again and answer with more of a pleasing answer. She said NO. I would say the same thing again, I believe in standing for what you believe not being a fence sitter. She said how she wanted to be biblically correct more than politically correct. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This really touched me. I am so glad that this happened and that the world has heard what this lady had to say. So we have all had peer pressure, but this to me is immense peer pressure. It was her life long dream to be miss usa. But she did not change her standards for the world to achieve her dream. .... to bad she doesn't have a modesty in dress standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2LPv9L6sy5c"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2LPv9L6sy5c&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/8333818908281766971-1200678757454176647?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/1200678757454176647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-california.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1200678757454176647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1200678757454176647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-california.html' title='Miss California'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Se4CLybBDjI/AAAAAAAAAFY/X5zKu_UegDg/s72-c/Carrie_Prejean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-4235053133558737535</id><published>2009-04-15T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:31:49.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A FUN TIME-GOOD MEMORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SeYnxBL4UMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1CzwdecnJrI/s1600-h/IMG_1509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324987332497526978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SeYnxBL4UMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1CzwdecnJrI/s400/IMG_1509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SeYngo-vkhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YEXJ5YcHevE/s1600-h/IMG_1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324987051122070034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SeYngo-vkhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YEXJ5YcHevE/s400/IMG_1467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SeYnUssF4uI/AAAAAAAAAFA/D7UyW9hbuCI/s1600-h/IMG_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324986845959152354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SeYnUssF4uI/AAAAAAAAAFA/D7UyW9hbuCI/s400/IMG_1507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SeYmkRRDunI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_k57lHKDYpk/s1600-h/IMG_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324986013964286578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SeYmkRRDunI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_k57lHKDYpk/s400/IMG_1499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My parents came for a visit, and have just left. I can't explain very well how I feel. I just have so much love for them, and yet I feel angry at myself for not telling them how I feel about them. And then I have this grateful heart feeling because of how much they blessed us by coming. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had fun with them, just to talk and be close and eat together. My boys hearts and souls have something like batteries... and to have my parents come has really recharged those hearts and souls like nothing else could have. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom taught me how to make my own laundry detergent. And I had just been thinking about how expensive laundry detergent was to buy and how I was destined to buy this expensive stuff for the rest of my life. Then my mom comes along and shows me a cheap healthier detergent. How great!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then my parents brought with them a few things that I had made growing up and just to be reminded of those memories was special. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you so so much mom and dad for coming and blessing us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-4235053133558737535?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/4235053133558737535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-time-good-memory.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/4235053133558737535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/4235053133558737535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-time-good-memory.html' title='A FUN TIME-GOOD MEMORY'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SeYnxBL4UMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1CzwdecnJrI/s72-c/IMG_1509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-3904966671954864757</id><published>2009-04-08T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:04:46.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VISITORS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sd0PlUYCzPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hSfbXHWJ5jE/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322427468420926706" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sd0PlUYCzPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hSfbXHWJ5jE/s400/IMG_0430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a picture of Cole while at Grandma and Grandpas.  Summer of 2008.  Cole (Gina) got into this situation a number of times.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sd0OceaBf4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/XNsv8zZGnvI/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322426216983134082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 432px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sd0OceaBf4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/XNsv8zZGnvI/s400/IMG_0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sd0OFlRmTcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WxzPe0P_g-w/s1600-h/IMG_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322425823689854402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sd0OFlRmTcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WxzPe0P_g-w/s400/IMG_0484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This weekend, my parents are coming up from Mt. Pleasant , UT. for a visit. I am so excited. But my boys don't know about it, because I want it to be a complete surprise. You know when you are told something is going to happen, you get really excited and can't wait. Then when it finally does happen, you don't show your excitement, because you already did. Does that make sense at all? Maybe my mind has a little to much extra time. I guess I just want my parents to see how happy it really makes my boys to have them come and visit. Now I will just hope it does not backfire on me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, the last time we saw my parents it was mid July. I am so grateful that my parents are coming, and sacrificing their time and money to come and see us. I promise to treat them well.&lt;/strong&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/8333818908281766971-3904966671954864757?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/3904966671954864757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/04/visitors.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/3904966671954864757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/3904966671954864757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/04/visitors.html' title='VISITORS'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sd0PlUYCzPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hSfbXHWJ5jE/s72-c/IMG_0430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-4249266755725274139</id><published>2009-04-05T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:02:29.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family is Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SdjHd7dwWHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Fj4sTYNjsIA/s1600-h/IMG_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321222276730869874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SdjHd7dwWHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Fj4sTYNjsIA/s400/IMG_1311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have enjoyed conference. This is the first year the boys mostly stayed in the same room with us and did some activities to participate in gen. conf. We were very impressed by their goodness. Jacob and Ben are good play mates, they still argue and get in fights sometimes but I am glad they are friends. It may have been how I was raised, but I feel it is important to have your bestest and closest friends be your brothers and sisters. My sister Emily was my best friend growing up, we were blood sisters in fact.&lt;br /&gt;I was at deseret book one day and I saw this mini statue figurine and it inspired me so much. I bought it to remind me and my boys that their brothers are important, and they can give each other the support and love that they each need. Joseph and Hyrum Smith were very close and if they had not had the closeness and goodness to each other growing up, then his brother hyrum would not have been there to get him through the many trials he would go through and to give him the support to do such a great work.&lt;br /&gt;There is that saying, "friends may come and go, but family is forever". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-4249266755725274139?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/4249266755725274139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-is-forever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/4249266755725274139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/4249266755725274139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-is-forever.html' title='Family is Forever'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SdjHd7dwWHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Fj4sTYNjsIA/s72-c/IMG_1311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-6864115753667838942</id><published>2009-04-01T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:42:48.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break me off a piece of that kit kat bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SdOnWTzYLaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BaFv6mLYbsQ/s1600-h/IMG_1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319779586569416098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SdOnWTzYLaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BaFv6mLYbsQ/s400/IMG_1374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SdOnWY2RrJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rOCjp3QjbmY/s1600-h/IMG_1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319779587923750034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SdOnWY2RrJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rOCjp3QjbmY/s400/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;I don't have too many inspirations happening lately. I think my main goal lately is to get enough sleep. We have been having spring break this week. I love it. For those who don't know... my husband is a teacher. So spring break means having him home with me all week. Right now he is getting caught up with his grading. But we have done some fun things this week, and we have more fun things planned for the rest of the week. I can't believe that it is general conference this weekend and Easter the next! It just gives me so much hope. Hope that warmer weather will be here soon. Warm to me is at least sixty degrees. Maybe higher? Yes, I think higher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-6864115753667838942?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/6864115753667838942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-me-off-piece-of-that-kit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6864115753667838942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6864115753667838942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-me-off-piece-of-that-kit.html' title='Spring Break me off a piece of that kit kat bar'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SdOnWTzYLaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BaFv6mLYbsQ/s72-c/IMG_1374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-5271154048427484408</id><published>2009-03-22T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:32:57.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels, and Cole is one too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ScbBpKzoOxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cHwWd0GhpBk/s1600-h/IMG_1137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316149323177147154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ScbBpKzoOxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cHwWd0GhpBk/s400/IMG_1137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I really enjoyed Relief Society at church today. There are so many women in our ward and the room is packed full. (the poor teachers) The lesson was on angels around us, and how we can all be an angel for someone else in their life. The teacher asked for stories we had in our lives, I thought of so many instances of people who were angels to me. Lucille Beecher in my old ward was an angel on a few occasions. She knocked at my door one day after I had just had a baby. I think she was taken back, because the "strong always happy Gina" ended up crying her eyes out to her. I needed her so bad at that time I am ever so grateful. Another is the 2 men who found my 2 year old Ben on the streets of Salt Lake City on Christmas Night and called the police. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANGELS I tell you&lt;/span&gt;. My mother was an angel to me, she just jam packed me full of the love and the kind of love that I needed. I truly would have problems to this day if I had not had the mother I did. Another is a next door neighbor I once had in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grantsville&lt;/span&gt;, UT. Her name was Kelley. I will never forget her and her love that she outreached to me. She taught me how to be a neighbor. Another is my Best friend growing up, Michelle. Heavenly Father must have really had pity on me, and sent me an Angel for my child hood friend all growing up. I was so spoiled that I had set the bar pretty high as far as friends go. Then there are the many occasions my life was spared because of my guardian angels. I know an angel turned the wheel that night I got into a car accident that I should have died, if the wheel had been kept straight. My husbands parents have done many angelic items of business. I know they are so guided by the spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Here I am bawling my eyes out. What a reminder today in relief society to remember the hand of the Lord in my life so many times. &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/8333818908281766971-5271154048427484408?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/5271154048427484408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/angels-and-cole-is-one-too.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/5271154048427484408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/5271154048427484408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/angels-and-cole-is-one-too.html' title='Angels, and Cole is one too?'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ScbBpKzoOxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cHwWd0GhpBk/s72-c/IMG_1137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-1690783825927117862</id><published>2009-03-19T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:18:02.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ScLEc5LZu2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_7cHwmL2bjA/s1600-h/IMG_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315026510914632546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ScLEc5LZu2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_7cHwmL2bjA/s400/IMG_1300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Well I am so excited for Saturday!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;It is going to be the first day in a long time that I will get my Jeff all to myself. What will we do? I have no idea. I just like being around him, you may be thinking I am obsessed with jeff with a little sprinkle of obsessed on top. Tis true. It may not be healthy, I have always dreamed of owning a book store with jeff. And we could work together and have our house on the floor above. That is my dreamland that I visit sometimes. Weird? &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/8333818908281766971-1690783825927117862?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/1690783825927117862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-land.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1690783825927117862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/1690783825927117862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-land.html' title='Dream Land'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/ScLEc5LZu2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_7cHwmL2bjA/s72-c/IMG_1300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-7236724708456148226</id><published>2009-03-16T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:35:07.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sb6poRcwMYI/AAAAAAAAADs/kud4uYdY85Y/s1600-h/IMG_1343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313871119687627138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sb6poRcwMYI/AAAAAAAAADs/kud4uYdY85Y/s400/IMG_1343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so excited for this cold winter to be gone with. I don't expect it to be hot and sunny, but to not have to walk around the house freezing would just really be nice. Jeff reminded me how I did not like it when it got all hot last summer. I sensed his "humbler" in action. I told him I would take it any day... he didn't believe me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the winters get long, I get easily down in the dumps. And today I just remembered a trick that makes the world of a difference. I looked in the mirror and said positive affirmations to myself. I felt a lot better afterward. And I need to remember to do this everyday, until the warmer weather can kick in. You should try this. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking positive about myself just has a domino affect on how I feel about other things around me as well. Let me remind you, that I have gone all winter without doing this, Winter is just about to end and here I am. Spring tends to be a lot like winter too though. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This flower is the only flower in our yard at this time. Everyone else has hundreds of flowers coming up and blooming and we have one, that is obviously there by accident. I love it though, even though I have to squint to see it out the window.&lt;/strong&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/8333818908281766971-7236724708456148226?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/7236724708456148226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/7236724708456148226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/7236724708456148226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring.html' title='Spring?'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sb6poRcwMYI/AAAAAAAAADs/kud4uYdY85Y/s72-c/IMG_1343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-8397677832160823504</id><published>2009-03-08T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:55:03.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP75neD3MI/AAAAAAAAADk/7a1xf5BgZso/s1600-h/IMG_1290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310865352866127042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP75neD3MI/AAAAAAAAADk/7a1xf5BgZso/s400/IMG_1290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;I was helping Jeff prepare the lesson to teach Ben's class at church. The lesson was about priesthood blessings. It asked to share a personal experience of being sick and having a priesthood blessing. It made me remember a time a couple years ago, and so I shared it with jeff. (I had not ever shared my feelings of this occasion to Jeff before). Cole was 4 months old and I was nursing him. I guess I had a busy day and was starting to come down with a breast infection. I could feel it starting to turn into mastitis and it could not have been happening at a worse time. I had had mastitis maybe 6 or 7 times before that, and I knew what it entailed. It was in the evening hours on a Thursday night. The next day we were going to go up to Weber State University for Jeff's graduation for receiving his masters degree. This was a big accomplishment for jeff and it meant a lot to him that I be there. The boys and I would be the only friends or family that would be there. We also just had one car, and I knew that with him taking it in the early hours to go to his graduation would leave me with no way to go get medication for my infection. I felt awful about it. ANd so I asked him to give me a blessing. Now you must know this was the first time I had as strong as faith as I did to be healed. I knew that Heavenly Father knew that I needed to go to this graduation. I did not have any selfish intentions to be healed. (I knew going to the graduation would be hard and let me tell you, it was... keeping a four month old happy for hours on end and nursing him in the public of WSU and 2 young children who just wanted to run around a play). After the blessing I did my part by going to bed very early and drinking lots of water. When I woke up the next morning there was no sign of infection or any symptoms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;I was so grateful to my Heavenly Father for being healed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;FYI: Once a breast infection gets to the point of mastitis very rarely can a woman be healed on her own without an antibiotic or some homeopathic remedy&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/8333818908281766971-8397677832160823504?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/8397677832160823504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/faith.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/8397677832160823504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/8397677832160823504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP75neD3MI/AAAAAAAAADk/7a1xf5BgZso/s72-c/IMG_1290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-7198744795331033634</id><published>2009-03-06T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:43:12.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Given Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbGKu6PbeMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GktnxizL6_8/s1600-h/IMG_1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310177974159112386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbGKu6PbeMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GktnxizL6_8/s400/IMG_1295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Jeff and I are on a very much limited income. I wish I could give the boys more. We have felt bad that we haven't had the boys in some sort of activity for almost a year. We know it isn't the most important thing for the boys to be involved in sports, but we know that it would be good for them. And they would love it so much. So knowing that it isn't an option, we just put it on the back burner. Then on Valentines Jeff got a valentine from one of his students, it was a free month of karate lessons plus a free karate suit. When I saw it I knew it was our chance for Jacob to be involved in something. We may only do it for one month, but at least it is something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Another blessing we have received is this. Jeff has one suit, it is an old suit, he has had it since after his mission. It is still nice, but it has been in remission for it's mending needs for quite some time. I finally did a jimmy rig of mending for it, but Jeff's dream has been to buy a new suit for a few years now. WE just never had the money. Then we were talking to Jeff's parents and Ken said he had a suit that didn't fit him anymore, and that it would fit Jeff. It was in great condition, and it fit pretty good. These things always happen time and time again. It humbles me every time, to know how much heavenly father watches over us, and loves us. I have always felt if I truly need something, and if I am very patient, Heavenly Father will help us find the way. Throughout all of this I now realize, that I should never just throw things out or give them to the DI, without making sure others may not need it first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Jacob was so happy to have a karate lesson, he did really well. And he just made me giggle and smile the entire time of watching him. I am so glad I have a Jake-o-lantern.&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/8333818908281766971-7198744795331033634?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/7198744795331033634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/given-much.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/7198744795331033634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/7198744795331033634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/given-much.html' title='Given Much'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbGKu6PbeMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GktnxizL6_8/s72-c/IMG_1295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-529186981631156936</id><published>2009-03-03T11:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:10:17.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sa2OR5ZjygI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0kcZoqQxgqA/s1600-h/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309055973856627202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sa2OR5ZjygI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0kcZoqQxgqA/s400/IMG_0488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sa2N2tpzqyI/AAAAAAAAACs/VIIoVpelFr0/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309055506847083298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 4px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/Sa2N2tpzqyI/AAAAAAAAACs/VIIoVpelFr0/s400/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Today I wrote a letter to a friend I had all growing up. Yes I wrote a letter, I am old fashioned. I had the chance to spend a lot of time with her and her family before we moved this past summer. My parents have moved from the home I grew up in, and it just so happens that my childhood best friend, Michelle moved into my parents current ward. We lived with my parents before moving out of state, and not only did we have a good chance and being close to my parents before moving, we also had a good chance at being close to my old friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Michelle has had some challenges in her adult life that I know of She is such a strong woman, and always always has a smile on her face, she laughs when she is happy, sad, embarrassed, upset. Isn't that a good attribute. I would have to say her life is much happier because of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;So today I am going to smile next time I feel upset and see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-529186981631156936?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/529186981631156936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/smile.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/529186981631156936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-5875152011909153793?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/5875152011909153793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/5875152011909153793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/5875152011909153793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi.html' title='HI'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-6837800162792086632</id><published>2009-03-02T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:51:38.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughing reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SawN6uz_5yI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v6HVKON86j0/s1600-h/IMG_1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308633363412674338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SawN6uz_5yI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v6HVKON86j0/s320/IMG_1256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeff has been making me laugh a lot. I complain too much of my problems and worries, and how can I when I have been blessed so much. I love my jeff, and my boys. I really have all I need, but I forget that too easily.&lt;br /&gt;A woman spoke at stake conference about her daughter passing away as a child. She said how it was difficult, even though she knows her daughter will go to heaven and that she will be with her again someday and for eternity. This makes me wonder if my faith is strong enough to with hold real problems and real worries. I would hope. Maybe I will stop my complaining now. I need to not&lt;/span&gt; forget that. I think I will start by treating my jeff better, and being more kindly.&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/8333818908281766971-6837800162792086632?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/6837800162792086632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/laughing-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6837800162792086632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/6837800162792086632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/laughing-reality.html' title='laughing reality'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SawN6uz_5yI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v6HVKON86j0/s72-c/IMG_1256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333818908281766971.post-7729455539145897468</id><published>2009-03-01T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:04:20.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proclaiming the gospel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I went to the stake conference adult session last night. One of the speakers had a very good idea. His talk was based on an apostles conf. talk (I am not sure which one). This is what I got from it. We need to proclaim the gospel and a good idea would be to use modern technology to do so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here I am typing on modern technology, and guess what this is how I am going to do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am not for sure how I am going to do it, but I am going to try and we will see what happens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333818908281766971-7729455539145897468?l=ginainspirationality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/feeds/7729455539145897468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/proclaiming-gospel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/7729455539145897468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333818908281766971/posts/default/7729455539145897468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginainspirationality.blogspot.com/2009/03/proclaiming-gospel.html' title='Proclaiming the gospel'/><author><name>Gina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01951381180205530431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1g544LHlGTo/SbP0BngYmnI/AAAAAAAAADE/8HY5eKTIjjs/S220/IMG_0271.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
