<?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-2339746209835300828</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:54:39.418-07:00</updated><category term='FUN in the SUN'/><category term='June 2007'/><title type='text'>In a nutshell . . .</title><subtitle type='html'>Ross  -  Amy  -  Mason  -  Hallie  -  Cole</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-6178724339476630560</id><published>2009-12-30T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:42:38.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/S0kO1ceJ5AI/AAAAAAAAB7w/L5N5pU3tV7w/s1600-h/IMG_0664_rustycage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424883537482998786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/S0kO1ceJ5AI/AAAAAAAAB7w/L5N5pU3tV7w/s400/IMG_0664_rustycage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SzxMzPHfRRI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/XImf2Qv0juA/s1600-h/IMG_0615_bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421292494562215186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SzxMzPHfRRI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/XImf2Qv0juA/s400/IMG_0615_bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SzxNc_YooeI/AAAAAAAAB7g/qNoJtgxUkoc/s1600-h/IMG_0726_snap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421293211893670370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SzxNc_YooeI/AAAAAAAAB7g/qNoJtgxUkoc/s400/IMG_0726_snap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421293909151368578" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424889161068808978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/S0kT8x9fixI/AAAAAAAAB9I/D-rXMgrB32M/s400/IMG_0768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424888649111290098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/S0kTe-xTwPI/AAAAAAAAB9A/uH4VgZKyLdg/s320/Clarks+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424886957588423282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/S0kR8hW1InI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/yhQ3wsXvtVo/s400/IMG_0628_snap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/S0kPngfG8_I/AAAAAAAAB8A/yGeCZW4b_Fs/s1600-h/IMG_0715_bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-6178724339476630560?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/6178724339476630560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=6178724339476630560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6178724339476630560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6178724339476630560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-pics.html' title='Family Pics'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/S0kO1ceJ5AI/AAAAAAAAB7w/L5N5pU3tV7w/s72-c/IMG_0664_rustycage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-5531727386301268147</id><published>2009-12-26T12:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:43:03.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO!</title><content type='html'>Once again - my mind is blown at how fast time flies. On Sunday, my little boy turned TWO! The day he was born is so clear to me in my head... it seriously feels like just yesterday. I'm not sure if I can adequately describe this little guy. He brings so much joy and happiness into our home. I cannot imagine living life without him. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SzZ01dcQgCI/AAAAAAAAB6w/1fChZ-NPcv0/s1600-h/IMG_0715_snap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SzZ01dcQgCI/AAAAAAAAB6w/1fChZ-NPcv0/s400/IMG_0715_snap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419647663372009506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has won over the hearts of all of his grandparents. He has truly got them wrapped around his little finger. And I have to say, I'm right there with them. Ross always gives me a hard time, because he says I let him off too easy - just because he gives me those looks that melt my heart. It's probably true - but I don't admit it! There aren't words to describe how much I love this kid. He is one of a kind. All I can say is - he's amazing - and he's mine!&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Cole. Happy birthday, big guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-5531727386301268147?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/5531727386301268147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=5531727386301268147' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5531727386301268147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5531727386301268147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2009/12/once-again-my-mind-is-blown-at-how-fast.html' title='TWO!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SzZ01dcQgCI/AAAAAAAAB6w/1fChZ-NPcv0/s72-c/IMG_0715_snap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-8068260681057488467</id><published>2009-12-26T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:38:18.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-6e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731746571118&amp;amp;site=widget-6e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731746571118&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6e.slide.com/p1/3242591731746571118/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731746571118&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6e.slide.com/p2/3242591731746571118/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3242591731746571118&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6e.slide.com/p4/3242591731746571118/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2339746209835300828-8068260681057488467?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/8068260681057488467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=8068260681057488467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8068260681057488467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8068260681057488467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2009/12/cole.html' title='COLE'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-6618033681515968448</id><published>2009-12-15T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:22:44.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We wrote our letters to Santa the other day... the kids had a blast. I think if Mason could write his ideal letter it would go something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dear Santa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WANT IT ALL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Mason"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But after explaining to him that even though Santa is "magic" - it wouldn't be fair to bring him everything, this is what he came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Syh4nBlzCdI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/2bzehUzKxjU/s1600-h/2009-12+(Dec).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415711163750222290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Syh4nBlzCdI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/2bzehUzKxjU/s400/2009-12+(Dec).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, my SEVEN year old son is asking for "UnderArmor" for Christmas. And specific colors at that! I never, ever, EVER thought I'd have to worry about getting my kids "UnderArmor" until at LEAST Junior High! Seriously - it's a little crazy. But he knows that the "real football players" wear it - and therefore - he needs to have it. I'm fairly sure he thinks that if he wears it he'll be able to play better - or be guaranteed a spot in the NFL or something. I'm not sure what it is - but seriously. Ya gotta love the kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my little Hal needed a few suggestions to get her going. However, after she got a start, she had no problem keepin' it going! Here is her list...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415711389881828994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Syh40L_xhoI/AAAAAAAAB6g/Pc1T4mN5hWw/s400/2009-12+(Dec)1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "A VANITY"!! That is all she can talk about now. I don't think she knew what it was called at first - but after she asked me - now it's all she can talk about. She wants a vanity for her room. Oh good grief. Do I have anything on these lists purchased? Absolutely not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa doesn't get a list from Cole this year. He will be happy with anything - and besides, Santa just "KNOWS" anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, as always, Christmas has creeped up on me and I am NOT READY - so here I am in the same boat as every year... wishing I had more time. But oh well - we do the best with what we have and we make it work. Christmas comes whether we like it or not. Even if the Grinch comes and steals all our presents. I wonder if my kids would buy that - - - maybe if I don't get my shopping done, I'll just tell them that the Grinch must've come and taken everything. Can you imagine the fit my kids would throw (one child in particular)?? Ya - I better not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'TIS THE SEASON!&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/2339746209835300828-6618033681515968448?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/6618033681515968448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=6618033681515968448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6618033681515968448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6618033681515968448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa...'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Syh4nBlzCdI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/2bzehUzKxjU/s72-c/2009-12+(Dec).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-4330643694087362474</id><published>2009-12-08T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:08:39.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLASHBACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So I was trying to be clever and I started thinking about maybe doing "Flashback Fridays" - and posting a past event every Friday to help me catch up on my blog neglect over the past year. But then I thought about it - and more than likely Friday would roll around and I wouldn't get to it and then I'd just dig myself into a deeper hole. So...... I've decided to just randomly throw in a "Flashback Friday" post MINUS the "Friday" every now and then. It will be very random and in no particular order - so there's your warning. Starting............. NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first "flashback" has got to be the 1st day of school this year. Here are some pics of my 2 kiddos on their first days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413124930170962242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Sx9IcaumwUI/AAAAAAAAB6A/gaYgjvwsb04/s400/2009-09+(Sep).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna go off about how hard the first day of school always is for me. I think we've all got that down. Let's just say - I cried .... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413128202241370962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Sx9La4I-61I/AAAAAAAAB6I/fyXfUajbXss/s400/2008+1+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; And this post wouldn't be complete without including Mason's school picture this year. I L.O.V.E. it!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413129070941713890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Sx9MNcTSNeI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/Ap-jKdbO1QE/s400/4770027.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Melts my heart to pieces!  What a handsome kid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;I LOVE THESE KIDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-4330643694087362474?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/4330643694087362474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=4330643694087362474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4330643694087362474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4330643694087362474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2009/12/flashback.html' title='FLASHBACK'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Sx9IcaumwUI/AAAAAAAAB6A/gaYgjvwsb04/s72-c/2009-09+(Sep).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-5345507108715293225</id><published>2009-12-01T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:34:33.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 YEARS OLD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in denial. My little girl is NOT 5 years old. I must've counted wrong. Seriously - it's weird that she's that old. She's always been a baby to me - and 5 is just too big. Where's the "rewind" button? It's just not fair. If anybody knows how to slow time down - please do share. Anyway... with very bitter-sweet feelings - I present the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410345268401344610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SxVoWztHEGI/AAAAAAAAB4w/WCuogfLSngs/s400/birthday+girl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Her birthday was technically a month ago. But this is the best I could do. Anyway - we had a great day! We always decorate the kids rooms the night before their birthday so that they can wake up to all the excitement. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410348164810004498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SxVq_Zqv2BI/AAAAAAAAB44/K2V4GL0WtGY/s400/CIMG1885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And we always do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;breakfast in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410349195648465122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SxVr7Z1yeOI/AAAAAAAAB5A/ck_VTbWUzg0/s400/CIMG1882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And of course, we had to do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PEDICURES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410350697113909394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SxVtSzPC-JI/AAAAAAAAB5I/PgjimVgSLVA/s400/2009-11+(Nov)2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was Hal's first time getting a Pedicure. She &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt; it. It's totally her thing. We will definately be going more often - because it just happens to be "my thing" too!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hal has had it in her mind for the past year that she wanted to have a "pajama party" for her birthday. So, we invited all her friends and had a pajama party. We made pancakes, painted nails and played games. It turned out fun! These were her invitations: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410351583365557042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SxVuGYx56zI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/JTE6vs50isc/s400/CIMG1886.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I wanted to take pictures - but it was a little too chaotic!  Sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And here is her annual preschool birthday poster!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410352545437146498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SxVu-YxpXYI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/ApM9jRt-1Wg/s400/CIMG1899.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our family would not be complete without our Hallie.  She is truly a ray of sunshine in our lives.  I don't know what I would do without her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU, HALLIE GRACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-5345507108715293225?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/5345507108715293225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=5345507108715293225' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5345507108715293225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5345507108715293225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2009/12/5-years-old.html' title='5 YEARS OLD!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SxVoWztHEGI/AAAAAAAAB4w/WCuogfLSngs/s72-c/birthday+girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-266824996801545129</id><published>2009-11-08T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:42:51.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I've decided that Halloween just isn't my holiday. I mean, don't get me wrong - it's all sorts of fun and excitement - but it's all just a little overwhelming to me. This year was especially that way. Between the dance performances, the school parties, the pumpkin carving and the trick-or-treating, I'm just glad I'm still standing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously though - your kids have their EXACT ideas of what they want to be - and heaven forbid you don't find it.... so you drive to every Walmart, Target and ShopKo in the valley to find it. I literally walked in the door to my house at midnight on the night before Mason's school party with his costume. It would help if every freaking kid didn't have to be "Snake Eyes" along with him. But of course, that's the main reason why he wanted to be him - if every other 7 year old boy didn't want to be Snake Eyes - then why would he? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then of course when I ask Hal what she wants to be - she comes up with "A Marrying Girl" (aka: a BRIDE). A Bride? Seriously? Not a princess or a fairy or heaven forbid something NOT wearing a poofy dress - A BRIDE! And of course, with her being the only girl in the house - like always, I get a little (just a tiny bit) out of control with the whole thing. My awesome friend Kristy made her a veil, hooked us up with a killer dress and helped us find her all the necessary accessories to be the perfect bride! Seriously - like I've said many times before... perfectionism and Halloween just do not mix well. She would have been perfectly happy in any old white dress with some flowers - but I of course went all out. I have issues. And then of course, the entire time trick-or-treating, she was tripping over her dress, trying to keep up with all the running "big kids". So most of the night was filled with tears and lots of whining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And by the time I made the 2 oldest ones happy, I was too exhausted to worry about the 2 youngest ones. So Cole ended up in Hal's old "Chicken" costume - with no clue what was going on - and Noah got Dashy's old "Tiger". (What can I say - I used up all my effort on the other 2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So with much hard work I present to you - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SNAKE EYES&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401917956692019922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Svd3wtJuitI/AAAAAAAAB3I/y469oQwJoMQ/s400/2009-10+(Oct).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE BRIDE &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401923873929757538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Svd9JIlJA2I/AAAAAAAAB3Q/cIMR_SMC5yM/s400/2009-10+(Oct)1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE CHICKEN&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401924319062978994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Svd9jC1K8bI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/QNBtIbrTz80/s400/2009-10+(Oct)2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; last, but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE TIGER!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401925003690594210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Svd-K5RHT6I/AAAAAAAAB3g/wpW40XN91YA/s400/2009-10+(Oct)3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE CARVING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401939949434229602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SveLw2gE02I/AAAAAAAAB3w/phDi8MF-1fI/s400/2009-10+(Oct)5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE PUMPKINS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401929251749854610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SveCCKhXfZI/AAAAAAAAB3o/GBpDEJKejuc/s400/2009-10+(Oct)4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...and here's Hal as a the&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"MUMMY"&lt;/span&gt; at her Dance performance. Cutest Mummy I ever did see!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401942226107606258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SveN1XxTpPI/AAAAAAAAB4A/3UlRF5cgBqg/s400/2009-10+(Oct)6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401943151368012754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SveOrOolA9I/AAAAAAAAB4I/oD-HNiU61m8/s400/CIMG1807.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope yours was as fun as mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-266824996801545129?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/266824996801545129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=266824996801545129' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/266824996801545129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/266824996801545129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Svd3wtJuitI/AAAAAAAAB3I/y469oQwJoMQ/s72-c/2009-10+(Oct).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-4148000324998591979</id><published>2009-08-30T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:40:51.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't pass out, everyone - but yes... I am POSTING ON MY BLOG! Ugh. I don't know what to say about that exactly. I think I just got overwhelmed with how behind I was and gave up. But here I am - giving it another shot. I am not a quitter! So - even though it's a couple days later than I promised (Angie) - at least I'm doin' it! Anyway... be patient with me while I try and catch up. There's a lot to post about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SprtzIXszsI/AAAAAAAAB14/lEGMiRwXmsM/s1600-h/100_5493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375870567896108738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SprtzIXszsI/AAAAAAAAB14/lEGMiRwXmsM/s320/100_5493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok... moving on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a picture of me 2 weeks ago - as miserable as can be. Let's just say that this pregnancy did me in! It was quite possibly the most miserable 9 months of my life. I can't think of a day where I didn't wake up nauseated and sick. It was rough. But I took it a day at a time and finally the end was in sight. All of you who are close to me know that I was literally counting down the days in the end. Time couldn't move fast enough. I might have even stayed awake the entire night prior to going to the hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway - the point is - I'm glad it's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which brings me to proudly announce that 11 days ago I brought our 4th (and final, I might add) beautiful child into this world. This makes 3 boys and a 1 princess for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd like to introduce to you -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;NOAH EVANS CLARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 lbs 2 oz - 19 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375866354324175778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Sprp93l3e6I/AAAAAAAAB1g/6IYybnp7Q0A/s400/DSC_8378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There aren't words for how grateful I am to have 4 beautiful, healthy and happy children. I'm filled with emotion as I look back at my life and how I got here. I feel so blessed to be trusted with these amazing little people. There is no way to discribe the wonderful feeling a new baby brings into your home. It is truly a miracle.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375975358443286930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SptNGvlD8ZI/AAAAAAAAB2o/MxAUo3VfoN4/s400/2009-08+(Aug)3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may be slightly partial - but he is truly perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375960303151937522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Sps_aaP49_I/AAAAAAAAB2I/KPHT2JhSE_Q/s400/2009-08+(Aug).jpg" border="0" /&gt;My 2 adorable kids - excited as can be - to see their new little brother. Aren't those the 2 cutest faces you've ever seen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375977464278260034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SptPBUbPmUI/AAAAAAAAB24/Phe2Iw2nHmA/s400/100_5626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My poor little Cole. Let's just say that he was "less than excited" to see our new arrival. He really had no clue what was coming. He has been my spoiled little baby for 20 months now - and the ultimate center of our attention - until now. Whenever he would come to see us in the hospital he wouldn't even look at me. It was so hard for me. I've never had one of my kids act like that before. I suppose it's because he's so much younger. But it was hard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However - as you can see - he's warming up and adjusting very quickly. He still doesn't quite understand the term "soft" - but we are learning!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375975722368495554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SptNb7Tl78I/AAAAAAAAB2w/v8NqVj2AYx4/s400/2009-08+(Aug)2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FOUR KIDS! I can't believe it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375977892134332338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SptPaOUFJ7I/AAAAAAAAB3A/QBJ6Q6gH918/s400/2009-08+(Aug)4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, all in all we are doing great. Thrilled to finally complete our family of 6! Ask me in a couple of months how I am adjusting. As of right now, I am still recovering from my 4th C-section and welcoming this little one into our family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375963587959913298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SptCZnHI-1I/AAAAAAAAB2g/AXQz7ZUkBAI/s400/2009-08+(Aug)1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stay tuned! ... There &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WILL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; be more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-4148000324998591979?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/4148000324998591979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=4148000324998591979' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4148000324998591979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4148000324998591979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2009/08/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s HERE!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SprtzIXszsI/AAAAAAAAB14/lEGMiRwXmsM/s72-c/100_5493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-6817240242184777935</id><published>2009-03-25T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:41:29.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cole's 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So as you already know from a previous post ... my little Cole turned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I still have a hard time believing it. It isn't right how fast time goes. Anyway - over the years I've learned with each child that first birthdays don't require much of a celebration, since the birthday child usually doesn't even know what's going on. So, we got together at my in-laws and had cupcakes and ice cream. As you can see - he didn't like the cupcake at all! Anyway... it turned out to be a great day. He seemed to enjoy it, regardless of his confusion. He's such an amazing little boy. He has been since day one. Couldn't possibly love the kid more.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317258503340305490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Scqyb86GLFI/AAAAAAAABn8/SfNoyI0D8FE/s400/2008-12+(Dec)14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-6817240242184777935?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/6817240242184777935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=6817240242184777935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6817240242184777935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6817240242184777935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2009/03/coles-1st-birthday.html' title='Cole&apos;s 1st Birthday'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Scqyb86GLFI/AAAAAAAABn8/SfNoyI0D8FE/s72-c/2008-12+(Dec)14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-6461225054313264890</id><published>2009-03-22T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:38:42.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas re-cap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Okay so it's the end of March - so I thought, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What better time to start than CHRISTMAS?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So... here's a little Christmas time re-cap for ya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At our ward Christmas party, Mason and Hals were asked to go up on stage and participate in the Nativity. Hal was supposed to be an "Angel". Now I'm not sure if it's typical of the Heavenly Angels who were present at Christ's birth to have frowns on their faces, and their fingers in their mouth - but apparently there was one special little angel who did just that. Hallie played that part perfectly! This was one of Hallie's typical stage fright moments where she froze. Although I'm fairly sure that acting won't be in Hallie's future, I must say, she was the cutest little angel I've ever laid eyes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316137107577168354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Sca2iIJo4eI/AAAAAAAABnU/LtpxUXm2Yiw/s400/2008-12+(Dec)10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Mason was asked to be one of the 3 wisemen. We struggled to come up with the costume, but he sure did a great job. Stood up there like a trooper. What a handsome little wiseman! As you can see, he was towards the back of the stage, trying to peek around someone so that I could take his picture. Good job, M.J.!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316139774701185154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Sca49X9jqII/AAAAAAAABnc/pV1rCHzME7Q/s400/2008-12+(Dec)11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And of course, what's Christmas without &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SANTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; right? Well, naturally... Hallie was terrified to sit on Santa's lap herself. I almost didn't get her to do it. But I talked her into doing it if she sat on his lap with Mason at the same time. I tell ya - that girl loves her big brother. If Mason is with her, she'll do anything. So, as she waited in line, Mason held her hand and they made it through. It was so adorable, I just had to get a picture of it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316141764694917426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Sca6xNRCQTI/AAAAAAAABnk/NxaJXsfwpmk/s400/CIMG0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And together we had success! They made it to his lap. (isn't he the cutest Santa you've ever seen?)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316142460025008370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Sca7ZrkpcPI/AAAAAAAABns/xlRYG5esGRI/s400/2008-12+(Dec)12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And for Cole's first time on Santa's lap, he did awesome! He couldn't take his eyes off him... but he did great. I was so proud of him!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316144417903594850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Sca9LpPRzWI/AAAAAAAABn0/NS9ve3TteL8/s400/2008-12+(Dec)13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;!  (better late than never, right?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-6461225054313264890?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/6461225054313264890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=6461225054313264890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6461225054313264890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6461225054313264890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2009/03/christmas-re-cap.html' title='Christmas re-cap'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/Sca2iIJo4eI/AAAAAAAABnU/LtpxUXm2Yiw/s72-c/2008-12+(Dec)10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-6108215363253038885</id><published>2009-02-22T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:28:17.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So... those of you who are speculating - I'd like to clear something up.  Yes, I am pregnant!  And yes, I am crazy!  Ok so we decided that maybe it would be a good idea to have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just one more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; baby.  Well, I swear... all we have to do is say we are thinking about it and &lt;strong&gt;BAM&lt;/strong&gt;! - I'm knocked up!  No intercourse required.  (Did I just say "intercourse" on my blog?)  Anyway - 'nuff said.... we are excited, and a little nervous to add one more little munchkin to our little family in August!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-6108215363253038885?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/6108215363253038885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=6108215363253038885' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6108215363253038885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6108215363253038885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-baby.html' title='Another Baby!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-1203623765786190652</id><published>2009-02-17T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:48:15.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Start Somewhere!</title><content type='html'>Ok - so I have been racking my brain trying to figure out where to start with this whole blogging thing - and I came to the conclusion that I've just got to start somewhere - and what better place to start than where I left off, right? Who cares if it's 2 months in the past and totally out of date! So - clear back in December, just before Christmas -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- MY BABY TURNED ONE! -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't go on and on like I always do about how "time flies" and "where did the time go?" and yadda, yadda, yadda - let's just get on with the facts, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303914316407398818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SZtJ-CySYaI/AAAAAAAABnE/sp3JmciW5L0/s400/Clarks083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok so technically now he's actually 14 months old - but still 1 year old!  There aren't words to express how much I love this kid.  He has been such a blessing to our family!  Seriously though, this kid is nothing but pure joy to us.  I don't know how we ever lived without him.   So, with that I'll leave you with 10 random things that I love about my baby boy who is growing before my eyes - and then we can move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He ALWAYS has a smile for me.  (ALWAYS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is hilarious (and knows it) - seriously... the kid is a comedian!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is super smart and learns fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He knows when to be good and when Mommy is going crazy. (which evidently is quite often!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a flirt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He has HUGE blue eyes - that express his every feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He adores and looks up to his big brother and sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He runs to the door and cries everytime someone leaves without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He will stop whatever he is doing to give me a kiss ANY TIME I ask for one - no matter what!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He loves to be the center of attention.  He's a performer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;I LOVE YOU, COLE!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Don't know what we'd do without ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-1203623765786190652?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/1203623765786190652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=1203623765786190652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1203623765786190652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1203623765786190652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2009/02/gotta-start-somewhere.html' title='Gotta Start Somewhere!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SZtJ-CySYaI/AAAAAAAABnE/sp3JmciW5L0/s72-c/Clarks083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-1821251094162094472</id><published>2009-01-28T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:35:24.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh MY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been way, way too long.  I've been bombarded lately with people asking me when I'm going to update this dang thing - so here I am finally doing it.  I'm sorry it's taken me so long.  I think it just got to the point where it was too overwhelming to think about having to catch up.  There is so much I still want to post about.  So, be patient with me on how behind I am.  I'll get there someday.  See, this is the type of person I am. . . if it can't be done the way I want it done, I can't do it.  I'm too much of a perfectionist.  But I'm working on that.  Anyway - stay tuned.  I will be posting tonight - trying to catch up.  Hope everybody is doing well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-1821251094162094472?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/1821251094162094472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=1821251094162094472' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1821251094162094472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1821251094162094472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my.html' title='Oh MY!!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-1676646987095552671</id><published>2008-12-18T17:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:21:43.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO JAZZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, those of you who have known me a while know that I've always been a pretty big JAZZ fan. So, a couple weeks ago I was pretty excited when we scored some sweet tickets to the Jazz vs. Blazers game. Ok, ok - I know, the Blazers suck - but I was excited to be there regardless. We took along our good friends, Kyle &amp;amp; Kristy - and we had a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; BLAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281303040363014786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SUr1IjgHKoI/AAAAAAAABmk/voIMewVoEtM/s400/jazz+collage.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SUr1gUyuLNI/AAAAAAAABms/NqzYN0fWPM4/s1600-h/2008-12+(Dec)7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281303448731397330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SUr1gUyuLNI/AAAAAAAABms/NqzYN0fWPM4/s320/2008-12+(Dec)7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yes, if I were really a big JAZZ fan, I suppose I might have worn some JAZZ colors to the freaking game. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope - I wore &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So, all I have to say about that is...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO UTES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SUr2RBTDuSI/AAAAAAAABm0/b2dejLc3CZQ/s1600-h/2008-12+(Dec)9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281304285311908130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SUr2RBTDuSI/AAAAAAAABm0/b2dejLc3CZQ/s320/2008-12+(Dec)9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And here we are taking TRAX back to our car - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Who's that weird dude behind us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks, Crockett's... we had a blast&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh... and we WON by the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-1676646987095552671?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/1676646987095552671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=1676646987095552671' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1676646987095552671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1676646987095552671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/12/go-jazz.html' title='GO JAZZ!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SUr1IjgHKoI/AAAAAAAABmk/voIMewVoEtM/s72-c/jazz+collage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-4049160069947614033</id><published>2008-12-16T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:10:44.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Well... as always, I made myself a promise that I would get all my shopping done early this year so that I could enjoy the holidays with my family. Yet again - another broken promise. Sad - maybe I should stop promising myself things I know I'll never acheive. Maybe I'll just embrace reality and say "Who gives a rats". Oh well - you know what they say... "It's the most wonderful time of the year".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My POINT&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I haven't had time to blog. So - look out because The Clark's are gonna be on Blog Overload here - so stay tuned for some major blog postage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A while back - (like a week &amp;amp; a half ago) we had some friends over for a long overdue "game night". It was originally planned to be bigger - but a few friends got sick at the last minute - and a couple were out of town. But we had a good time, anyway. Played us some good ol' fashioned "Yahtzee".&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280618276533171346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SUiGWDcx9JI/AAAAAAAABmE/BNDQ6kCXVms/s400/CIMG0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't let 'em fool ya - their havin' the time of their life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280620055465778610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SUiH9mfXXbI/AAAAAAAABmM/sa9rswfnEX0/s400/2008-12+(Dec)3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, at least the kids look like they were havin' fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280621619441385986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SUiJYowNQgI/AAAAAAAABmU/vxkcKVNw8S0/s400/2008-12+(Dec)4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By the end of the night - this is what I found!  We pooped 'em right out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-4049160069947614033?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/4049160069947614033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=4049160069947614033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4049160069947614033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4049160069947614033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/12/game-night.html' title='Game Night'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SUiGWDcx9JI/AAAAAAAABmE/BNDQ6kCXVms/s72-c/CIMG0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-8261824147959539700</id><published>2008-12-16T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:17:19.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOLLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So... some of you may know that we have this dog, Molly. We truly do love her - even though she gets put on hold sometimes. Well - she's a sweetheart. One of her favorite things to do is to shovel with Ross. Everytime he tosses the snow off the driveway, she jumps into it. She LOVES the snow. Check it out:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280623407509564050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SUiLAt04apI/AAAAAAAABmc/3TX5gdp795c/s400/2008-12+(Dec)5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She truly is amazing.  She has unlimited energy - and can jump higher than any dog around.  She's super fast and super loving.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU, MOLLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-8261824147959539700?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/8261824147959539700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=8261824147959539700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8261824147959539700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8261824147959539700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/12/molly.html' title='MOLLY'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SUiLAt04apI/AAAAAAAABmc/3TX5gdp795c/s72-c/2008-12+(Dec)5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-8145013580834567038</id><published>2008-12-12T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:46:04.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So PROUD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A very &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thing happened in my household about the day after Thanksgiving. We are so excited to say that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLE CAN WALK!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously cannot believe that my baby boy, (who will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; next week, I might add), is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WALKING&lt;/span&gt;! Can you believe that?? - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WALKING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It brings tears to my eyes just thinking about the little guy cruisin' around. I'm tellin' ya right now - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME FLIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It slapped me in the face once again the other day when I realized that my baby boy is going to turn &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. How is that even possible? Seriously. I can't get over it. I'm here to tell you.... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cherish every single moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't sweat the small stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take time to smell the roses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... yadda yadda yadda ... We've heard all those sayings so many times, but they are so &lt;strong&gt;STINKING&lt;/strong&gt; true - I can't say it enough. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278835675930918514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SUIxFCuFfnI/AAAAAAAABls/q8p476JxBvI/s400/2008-12+(Dec).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Over the past couple of weeks he has become quite the little mover.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278835893151198882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SUIxRr7b7qI/AAAAAAAABl0/v23m_pzvivA/s400/2008-12+(Dec)2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is so much happier now that he can walk. You can't wipe the smile off his face now that he can get places the way everyone else does. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278836159393633010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SUIxhLwlEvI/AAAAAAAABl8/ECSrOkB33JY/s400/2008-12+(Dec)1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And of course the tongue always has to be out when we're concentrating.  What a big boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't blink or life will pass you by.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sniff, sniff)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-8145013580834567038?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/8145013580834567038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=8145013580834567038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8145013580834567038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8145013580834567038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-proud.html' title='So PROUD!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SUIxFCuFfnI/AAAAAAAABls/q8p476JxBvI/s72-c/2008-12+(Dec).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-3265344921798970388</id><published>2008-12-07T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:33:15.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277312543370319810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/STzHzDxNF8I/AAAAAAAABlU/5Jk8xnecwAY/s400/OUR+COUSINS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Okay so as usual, this is long overdue ... but important nevertheless so here we go. We had a really awesome Thanksgiving holiday this year. Normally we alternate which family we go to every other year. Well this year happened to be the year we were supposed to go to the Clark's house. However, we were lucky enough this year to have BOTH! My family decided to come to Utah this year - so let's just say we got to "have our cake and eat it too". It was great! We had our normal Thanksgiving dinner at the Clark's on Thanksgiving Day - and then we had a slightly smaller version of it the day after with my family! It was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me just take this moment to say how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANKFUL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am for my wonderful family. I tell ya - it's true what they say "&lt;em&gt;You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone&lt;/em&gt;". It is so easy to take your family for granted when they are always around and close by. But when that all changes in the blink of an eye - and you can't do anything about it... it really puts things into perspective for you. About 4 years ago my entire family were afforded some new and exciting opportunities which caused them all to move to sunny Arizona and away from me. It has been one of the hardest things I have ever had to go through - but it has truly made things so much clearer to me and made me realize how truly greatful I am to have such an amazing family who, no matter what, sticks by each other and loves each other unconditionally. I am greatful for this trial and experience in my life and for the lessons that it has taught me. I know it happened for a reason and I am thankful that I understand that and appreciate the important things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277306554592175474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/STzCWd1OpXI/AAAAAAAABks/g-H-IBZeAzg/s400/100_3799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for those of you who know my little Mason, you know how long he counts on the fun and excitement of having his cousins and grandparents come and sleep over. He soaks in every moment of staying up late, eating treats, staying in your jammies all day, playing games and whatever else comes along with it. So when the time actually comes for everyone to go home, Mason literally falls apart. The day of departure, he will literally cry sobbing tears the entire day long. He is so much like I used to be it isn't even funny. We always call him our "Gentle Giant" - and this is one of the reasons why. He truly is one of the sweetest, kind-hearted kids you will ever meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277311061358652434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/STzGcy2FrBI/AAAAAAAABlE/SzB4Y-5rCj8/s400/100_3793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Even my long lost brother (above) decided to show up and prove his exsistence. Seriously though - most people think that when I talk about Chad (my brother) that I'm making him up because he NEVER comes to visit. I think &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;was even beginning to wonder if I was making him up. UNTIL... he was here a couple of weeks ago - and Paula even got to meet him! So - I officially have a witness that he does exsist. Thanks for coming, Chad &amp;amp; Andrea - it was a pleasure having you guys and we hope you'll come again real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/STzLO4EBoVI/AAAAAAAABlc/SJ2NjWoRFcE/s1600-h/TURKEY+DAY+TOUCHDOWNS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277316319799255378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/STzLO4EBoVI/AAAAAAAABlc/SJ2NjWoRFcE/s400/TURKEY+DAY+TOUCHDOWNS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And it wouldn't be Thanksgiving Day for us without playing a little&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; FOOTBALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before the big feast! Ross and Mason went up to the park that morning and played a little football with some friends and family. This was a treat for Mason since he rarely gets to play an "official game" of football with a whole bunch of people on &lt;em&gt;REAL TEAMS&lt;/em&gt; and everything. So, they had a good time - came back really cold and hungry... ready to eat some TURKEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all, we had an &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWESOME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;holiday filled with family, fun and lots of FOOD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And now we are finally back to normal - the tears have officially stopped and as hard as it is, we are going on with our every day routine. Just waiting for the next get-together so we can have another reason to party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let me just end by saying ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE ARE BLESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-3265344921798970388?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/3265344921798970388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=3265344921798970388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/3265344921798970388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/3265344921798970388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/STzHzDxNF8I/AAAAAAAABlU/5Jk8xnecwAY/s72-c/OUR+COUSINS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-6962276382712332334</id><published>2008-12-01T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:58:07.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Neglect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So once again I find myself neglecting my blog. Let's just say what I always say... "I've been super busy". Ok - 'nuf said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I think we are finally seeing the light from all our remodeling construction. Our bathroom is just about done! I'm so excited to finally have my house back. I never thought I'd want to stop remodeling - but I truly need a break from all of it. Anyway... we finally got our new carpet! Yahoo! Those of you who have been in my home know that my old carpet was awful and that we desperately needed some new. So we finally did it. It was a long process - and with the help of some really good friends, we moved all the furniture out of our entire upstairs. (Thanks Kyle and Kristy) So needless to say, we didn't have any beds upstairs. So, we had a family "camp-out" in the basement.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275096204381187538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/STToDJom7dI/AAAAAAAABkM/V0GrSE7VP5U/s400/2008-11+(Nov)6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And what's a camp-out without a tent, right? So, we let the kids get out the "shark tent" and their sleeping bags and we made the most of having to "rough it" in the basement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275097962003774978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/STTppdSfPgI/AAAAAAAABkU/QslXHUv_r6k/s400/2008-11+(Nov)7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And here's where mommy and daddy slept:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275098483293728322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/STTqHzPsrkI/AAAAAAAABkc/UaU7Y0jqT2A/s400/100_3773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We won't mention that we were in such a mess that it took us a few days to get things back together.  Let's just say our camp-out lasted multiple nights!  Anyway... we survived and we are excited to have everyone come see our improvements.  We are finally just about through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-6962276382712332334?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/6962276382712332334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=6962276382712332334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6962276382712332334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6962276382712332334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-neglect.html' title='Blog Neglect'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/STToDJom7dI/AAAAAAAABkM/V0GrSE7VP5U/s72-c/2008-11+(Nov)6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-8524485789602252302</id><published>2008-11-23T20:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:01:54.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Utes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; At this moment in time... all I'd really like to say is...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272069168026073282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSom-cd7uMI/AAAAAAAABkE/crw_4nFC-BY/s400/go+utes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO UTES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a fine year to be a Utes fan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-8524485789602252302?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/8524485789602252302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=8524485789602252302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8524485789602252302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8524485789602252302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-utes.html' title='Go Utes'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSom-cd7uMI/AAAAAAAABkE/crw_4nFC-BY/s72-c/go+utes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-5915209228181159238</id><published>2008-11-23T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:54:28.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSomP_l33eI/AAAAAAAABj8/baEaZBoKmVA/s1600-h/tagged+again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272068370000764386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSomP_l33eI/AAAAAAAABj8/baEaZBoKmVA/s400/tagged+again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- link to the person that tagged you; &lt;a href="http://oyvaytini.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angie love&lt;/a&gt; - and  her kick butt sis, &lt;a href="http://ashleyhaberdashery.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ash the Flash &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-post the rules on your blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-share 6 non-important things habits/quirks about yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4-tag 6 random people at the end of your post, by linking to their blogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5-let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a a comment on their website&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6-let your tagged peeps know once your entry is up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK here we go 6 non important things things about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- I just got a CELL PHONE!  I know - sad! (but at least I don't have to use my husband's anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- I cannot leave the house without a rubber band on my finger. (c'mon - admit it... we all have a little OCD in us.  Some of us more than others -&lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;! - but still!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- I am officially obsessed with a fictional vampire. (but I'm not telling you who it is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- I have at least one case of extreme nausea a day. (and I refuse to see anymore doctors about it - so don't even say it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- I always stay up late - even when I'm exhausted... which is so stupid.  But it's like an addiction - I can't stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6- I still feel like I'm a teenager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are my six victims:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1: Andrea @ &lt;a href="http://chadandreafamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://chadandreafamily.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2: Jamie @ &lt;a href="http://missesbojangles.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://missesbojangles.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3: Leslie @ &lt;a href="http://mlhansenfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mlhansenfam.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4: Erika @ &lt;a href="http://swaindays.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://swaindays.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5: Lindsay @ &lt;a href="http://craigandlinds.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://craigandlinds.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6: Dawnell @ &lt;a href="http://trevoranddawnell.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://trevoranddawnell.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE FUN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-5915209228181159238?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/5915209228181159238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=5915209228181159238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5915209228181159238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5915209228181159238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSomP_l33eI/AAAAAAAABj8/baEaZBoKmVA/s72-c/tagged+again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-3158303734327636094</id><published>2008-11-20T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:09:38.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney on Ice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We had so much fun at Disney on Ice this year! It was seriously an awesome one. I kind of had to drag Mason there half kicking and screaming - but in the end he was glad he went. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270787104822427586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSWY8i2mf8I/AAAAAAAABjo/pKEiMD9htQ4/s400/2008-11+(Nov)5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My kids have yet to go to Disneyland... so this is the closest to "&lt;em&gt;the Happiest Place on Earth"&lt;/em&gt; that they get for now! (sorry kids)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270787726856297394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSWZgwHCG7I/AAAAAAAABj0/MXkYjrTmYb0/s400/100_3767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh...and don't ever get those dang snow cones in a collector's cup - no matter how hard they beg.  It isn't worth it.  I came home sticky and wet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-3158303734327636094?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/3158303734327636094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=3158303734327636094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/3158303734327636094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/3158303734327636094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/11/disney-on-ice.html' title='Disney on Ice!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSWY8i2mf8I/AAAAAAAABjo/pKEiMD9htQ4/s72-c/2008-11+(Nov)5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-6571837456789224243</id><published>2008-11-16T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:23:39.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Party Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So lately it has just been almost impossible to find time to keep my blog up to date. Anyway... here are some pictures of the various partying we did for Hal's birthday. I swear - that girl got a birthday party every day for a week. I'm tellin' ya - she is quite the little princess in our home. She successfully got us to drag her birthday out for an entire week. Parties left and right. Anyway... here are some random pictures. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269507825832038994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSENctPcElI/AAAAAAAABjY/rPYOC9rJlhg/s400/2008-11+(Nov)2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I'm a push over and let her have a "friend party" this year. I know... some of you moms probably think I'm crazy - and I probably am. She's just watched Mason have so many parties that I wanted to make it kinda special this year. So anyway... she really wanted to swim for her party - so we went to the Rec Center with all of her friends. Before we went swimming, we had pizza, cake &amp;amp; ice cream and opened presents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269498754223252610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSEFMq3XJII/AAAAAAAABiw/kz0JvvMYoa4/s400/FRIENDS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the good lookin' crew right before we headed to the pool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269500095079962530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSEGat8g16I/AAAAAAAABi4/xYVkYqxKdnc/s400/sarah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And of course, we had to bring Sarah along for the party. Sarah is our favorite babysitter (and one of my good friends) - she was nice enough to come along and help us out. Hallie was so happy she was at her party. Thanks, Sar! I love ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269501364450724738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSEHkmuFi4I/AAAAAAAABjA/HXtGeZT95co/s400/The+cakes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a birthday party would not be complete without the cake! Here are the 2 cakes we enjoyed at our parties. I limited ourselves to 2 cakes during all the chaos. ( I know... I'm mean)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269506695549156546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSEMa6m__MI/AAAAAAAABjI/NwPE7rKl0_M/s400/2008-11+(Nov)3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269507353038565282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSENBL8sL6I/AAAAAAAABjQ/ZeeZnsZk7RA/s400/2008-11+(Nov)4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Gracie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-6571837456789224243?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/6571837456789224243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=6571837456789224243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6571837456789224243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6571837456789224243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/11/party-party-party.html' title='Party Party Party!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSENctPcElI/AAAAAAAABjY/rPYOC9rJlhg/s72-c/2008-11+(Nov)2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-4413944977546386151</id><published>2008-11-16T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:45:40.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So it's been over a week since my mom's birthday - but I couldn't let it go by without mentioning it. For those of you who know my mom, you know that she is the ultimate, super grandma! I think my kids truly think of her as their own personal super hero. If there was ever an ideal, super spoiling grandma - my mom is it! My kids absolutely adore her - and she has earned every ounce of it.   There truly isn't anything that she wouldn't do for her grandchildren.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269482183268905458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSD2IHP-MfI/AAAAAAAABig/fMteYvILU4Q/s400/us1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can only hope that one day I can be the kind of person that she has become.  We can all only hope that our grandkids will one day look at us the way my kids look at my mom.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Grandma!&lt;/span&gt;  We love you so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-4413944977546386151?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/4413944977546386151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=4413944977546386151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4413944977546386151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4413944977546386151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mom!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SSD2IHP-MfI/AAAAAAAABig/fMteYvILU4Q/s72-c/us1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-1885663112167900855</id><published>2008-11-08T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:51:01.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little girl turned 4!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly please if somebody knows how to slow time down - I need to know. I cannot believe my little girl is 4! Hallie has always seemed like my little baby. She is FOUR now and well on her way to being just a "little girl". It is so hard for me, as a mom to know that I can never get that time back with my kids. I can't ever have a 3-year-old Hallie again. That probably sounds lame to some of you... but it honestly makes me really sad. I mean seriously... wasn't I just in high school? It seems so weird to me that now I am watching my children grow up before my eyes and starting to feel OLD! How did that happen? ANYWAY... "yadda, yadda, yadda"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;* HALLIE * GRACE *&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266529825227536706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SRZ4-Qev-UI/AAAAAAAABhM/k-CkEUU6efk/s400/2008-11+(Nov).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top 10 things I LOVE about MY Hals:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (in no particular order) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She has the most contageous laugh you have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;2. She really and truly believes that she's a "princess". (and she is, of course)&lt;br /&gt;3. Her eyes twinkle when she smiles. We always say she smiles with her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;4. She is such a free spirit. Anything goes with Hal.&lt;br /&gt;5. She is so smart. She learns things right along with her big brother.&lt;br /&gt;6. Her dancing! (You think I'm kidding - but she really can dance)&lt;br /&gt;7. I can always make her smile - even when she's really, really mad... all I have to do is smile at her and she'll smile back. (probably my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;8. Her undying love and excitement for life.&lt;br /&gt;9. She has an unbelievable imagination. She could sing to herself for hours.&lt;br /&gt;10. She cries for a good 10 minutes if anyone leaves the house without saying "goodbye" to her. She has a very tender heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SRZ4cSyffsI/AAAAAAAABhE/1GEMQG0vWjo/s1600-h/102_4566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SRZ4cSyffsI/AAAAAAAABhE/1GEMQG0vWjo/s400/102_4566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I cannot imagine my life without this girl! She brings peace and happiness into our home that could never be replaced. I love her with all the pieces of my heart.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SRZ4cSyffsI/AAAAAAAABhE/1GEMQG0vWjo/s1600-h/102_4566.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SRZ4cSyffsI/AAAAAAAABhE/1GEMQG0vWjo/s1600-h/102_4566.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Hallie girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-1885663112167900855?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/1885663112167900855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=1885663112167900855' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1885663112167900855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1885663112167900855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-little-girl-turned-4.html' title='My little girl turned 4!!!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SRZ4-Qev-UI/AAAAAAAABhM/k-CkEUU6efk/s72-c/2008-11+(Nov).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-335783186423082598</id><published>2008-11-04T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:48:46.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SREzMZQrr5I/AAAAAAAABgc/6sTsZDRDrNs/s1600-h/2008-10+(Oct)12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265045727405125522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SREzMZQrr5I/AAAAAAAABgc/6sTsZDRDrNs/s400/2008-10+(Oct)12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some pics of our trick or treating experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265045966900547698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SREzaVc10HI/AAAAAAAABgk/T19218atcdI/s320/103_3693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ross was very proud of his Utes pumpkin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go UTES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-335783186423082598?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/335783186423082598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=335783186423082598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/335783186423082598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/335783186423082598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SREzMZQrr5I/AAAAAAAABgc/6sTsZDRDrNs/s72-c/2008-10+(Oct)12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-2428988943715859432</id><published>2008-11-04T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:37:37.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rules: Go to your pictures, open the 4th folder, find the 4th picture &amp;amp; post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is what &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SREwcZen9KI/AAAAAAAABgU/IqBjXBDdH6g/s1600-h/100_2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SREwcZen9KI/AAAAAAAABgU/IqBjXBDdH6g/s400/100_2312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My sweet little ballerina before a performance.  What a cute little backside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-2428988943715859432?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/2428988943715859432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=2428988943715859432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/2428988943715859432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/2428988943715859432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/11/picture-tag.html' title='Picture Tag'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SREwcZen9KI/AAAAAAAABgU/IqBjXBDdH6g/s72-c/100_2312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-3833957393966685383</id><published>2008-11-02T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:54:36.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum Roll Please....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; dddddddddddddddddddddd.......(that's a drum roll)..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Introducing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264234256594153810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQ5RKk68sVI/AAAAAAAABes/Bzq_UZvZi78/s400/HALLOWEEN.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this just the cutest little monkey you've ever seen?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQ5ksPnhfTI/AAAAAAAABfU/bvUtzVPCUIQ/s1600-h/the+monkey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264255725712014642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQ5ksPnhfTI/AAAAAAAABfU/bvUtzVPCUIQ/s320/the+monkey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Cole's first Halloween - and I couldn't stop sqeezing him ALL DAY. The poor kid got squeezed silly! He was in shock all day. He couldn't figure out what was going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was everyone dressed so funny with crazy hair and big hats on their heads. He couldn't figure it out. The poor kid just sat and stared at everyone all day trying to figure it out. But he seemed to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264257226583782162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQ5mDmzPMxI/AAAAAAAABfk/dTuffxfyerE/s400/2008-10+(Oct)9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By the time the night was over with he was so tired. I think he went to bed wondering if they day really happened - or if it was just a dream. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQ5oBlGeWUI/AAAAAAAABfs/i5arcFg0PIU/s1600-h/THE+FOOTBALL+PLAYER.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264259390791113026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQ5oBlGeWUI/AAAAAAAABfs/i5arcFg0PIU/s320/THE+FOOTBALL+PLAYER.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay and I know you are all &lt;em&gt;SHOCKED&lt;/em&gt; to find out that Mason decided to be a football player. It was a shocker to me too. Needless to say, we didn't have to search too far to find his costume. He just had to decide &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;which&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; team he wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;We ended up going to "Play It Again Sports" and buying him some real football pants with pads to go along with it. Boy was he thrilled. He thought he was the coolest kid on the planet. Bless his little heart... he honestly thought that when he went places that people would think that he was a professional football player. You could just tell that his ego was sky high that day. (which is great with me for a change)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He wanted Ross to be a football player with him... but since he didn't have any football jerseys in his wardrobe ... Mason settled for Daddy being a soccer player. What a good Daddy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264262731408785858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQ5rEB3ywcI/AAAAAAAABf0/tH4f7qpEgiQ/s400/2008-10+(Oct)10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now tune in next year to see what he decides to be. If it's a repeat then you know we've got a real problem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQ5ui2V00cI/AAAAAAAABf8/uZYnF3zO4SY/s1600-h/THE+BEAUTIFUL+WITCH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264266559424352706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQ5ui2V00cI/AAAAAAAABf8/uZYnF3zO4SY/s320/THE+BEAUTIFUL+WITCH.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we all know that "a witch" wasn't exactly Hallie's first choice of costumes. Her first decisions included the usual princesses, Aurora, Ariel, Belle ... etc... etc... But mean ol' mom decided that she needed to branch out a bit and be a little different. So, after explaining to her that not all witches are scary and ugly - that there are good witches that are beautiful and happy... she agreed to it on one condition... she said "I'll be a witch if you will be a witch with me, Mommy!" So... guess what I was for Halloween??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found the most adorable, "Princessy" looking witch costume you have ever seen. (and the price will remain unknown) It was the perfect little "Hallie witch" - lots of sparkles and extra purple rather than black! We even colored our hair PINK - (because Hallie cannot dress up without a touch of pink involved!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264271376863759346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQ5y7Qs4i_I/AAAAAAAABgE/uWPjdcrhPiI/s400/2008-10+(Oct)11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; So, for those of you who think all witches are scary and ugly... check out this&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; beautiful&lt;/span&gt; witch!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264274091490409218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQ51ZReT-wI/AAAAAAAABgM/GytwJn3i3VQ/s400/HAPPY+HALLOWEEN.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-3833957393966685383?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/3833957393966685383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=3833957393966685383' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/3833957393966685383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/3833957393966685383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/11/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum Roll Please....'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQ5RKk68sVI/AAAAAAAABes/Bzq_UZvZi78/s72-c/HALLOWEEN.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-6907981487419376593</id><published>2008-10-31T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:28:24.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween carving and creating!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Okay so normally I like to do a lot of baking and fun stuff around Halloween. But I tell ya - this year has been a little crazy. I'm not sure where the time went - but it's already Halloween! So, I took the easy way out this year and made a little something fun with the kids. They loved it and it turned out really cute. Check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Witches Hats &amp;amp; Brooms!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263222384566636722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQq43336kLI/AAAAAAAABeM/B-O5z_me2BA/s400/103_3684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All you need is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;HATS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oreos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frosting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hershey's Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BROOMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretzel Sticks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fruit by the Foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263226391534774050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQq8hG_kJyI/AAAAAAAABeU/w7NnQa8fiks/s400/2008-10+(Oct)7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's pretty self explainatory - but all you do is put a dab of frosting on an OREO and put a Hershey's Kiss on top of that. And there's your hat. For the broomstick you just have to cut up a Fruit by the Foot into like 1 inch pieces. Cut the ends so they look freyed and wrap them around the bottom of a pretzel stick. It's as easy as that. Kids LOVE it because they can pretty much do it all themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course we carved our pumpkins tonight too. We always wait til the last minute and then cram as much craziness in to one night that we can. It keeps us on our toes! ;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263231056886183938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQrAwqyBOAI/AAAAAAAABec/3MFG-hT2hIg/s400/2008-10+(Oct)8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Hallows Eve everyone!  Stay tuned for costume pics!&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/2339746209835300828-6907981487419376593?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/6907981487419376593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=6907981487419376593' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6907981487419376593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6907981487419376593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-carving-and-creating.html' title='Halloween carving and creating!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQq43336kLI/AAAAAAAABeM/B-O5z_me2BA/s72-c/103_3684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-5907464926115505763</id><published>2008-10-30T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:28:56.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CrAzY hAiR dAy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So last week was red ribbon week at Mason's school. And red ribbon week always comes with all sorts of activities. Every day of the week they had to do something different. One day was "Crazy Hair Day". Mason came home and told me about it. He knew EXACTLY what he wanted to have done. He had it all planned out. He wanted Red on one side... white on the other ... and a black stripe down the middle. (Utes colors... of course!) So we went out and bought all the hair color and fulfilled his wishes. The things we do to make our kids happy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263209511993490994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQqtKlzUPjI/AAAAAAAABd0/NvEOdy9NOBw/s400/2008-10+(Oct)6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a handsome little "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;cRaZy HaIrEd&lt;/span&gt;" kid!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263216033505123298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQqzGMU2m-I/AAAAAAAABeE/fYiN1muFGHU/s320/102_4582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And don't forget about my sweet little Hallie.  She was so proud of her spider hat she made in preschool.  She's such a big girl these days.  Love ya, Hals!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-5907464926115505763?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/5907464926115505763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=5907464926115505763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5907464926115505763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5907464926115505763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-hair-day.html' title='CrAzY hAiR dAy!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQqtKlzUPjI/AAAAAAAABd0/NvEOdy9NOBw/s72-c/2008-10+(Oct)6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-5589741339421784242</id><published>2008-10-29T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:45:22.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardner Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Every year around Halloween we have to make sure we make it out to Gardner Village to enjoy the festivities and to see all the WITCHES!  It was extra fun this year since Hallie is going to be a witch!  (not a scary witch... but a "&lt;em&gt;pretty witch"&lt;/em&gt;!)  For those of you who haven't ever made it there to see it at Halloween ... you must!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262786647977771666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQkskqliQpI/AAAAAAAABds/1B-38Ka7E1g/s400/2008-10+(Oct)5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The kids had a lot of fun.  They even got their faces painted.  (which is very uncharacteristic of my socially challenged children)  I just have to say it again....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE THE FALL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-5589741339421784242?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/5589741339421784242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=5589741339421784242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5589741339421784242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5589741339421784242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/10/gardner-village.html' title='Gardner Village'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQkskqliQpI/AAAAAAAABds/1B-38Ka7E1g/s72-c/2008-10+(Oct)5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-4351744430158843899</id><published>2008-10-28T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:05:50.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I signed Ross up to come to Mason's school and talk about his career. He was a little annoyed at first because he didn't think there was anything exciting about his job. At least not to kids. But I knew that it didn't matter what he did for a living - he could clean up dog poop for all Mason cared - it was just cooler than heck to have his Dad take the time to come to his school. Seriously - you would have thought he was at Disneyland. He was thrilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262448390715174002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQf47gFnbHI/AAAAAAAABc0/jmG8x0lxzpg/s320/102_4590.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's Ross talking about something large, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262450476099344706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQf604v8mUI/AAAAAAAABdM/alTIlHXfOzc/s400/2008-10+(Oct)4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Mason trying on a racecar driver uniform! (a little big ... but give him time. He'll grow into it!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262452260676123634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQf8cw0NO_I/AAAAAAAABdk/c0PyAKDI8DQ/s400/102_4589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at that face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks, Dad - you'll always be my hero no matter what you do!&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/2339746209835300828-4351744430158843899?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/4351744430158843899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=4351744430158843899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4351744430158843899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4351744430158843899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/10/career-day.html' title='Career Day'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQf47gFnbHI/AAAAAAAABc0/jmG8x0lxzpg/s72-c/102_4590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-2414201480548649691</id><published>2008-10-28T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:19:51.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!.. wait, seriously??</title><content type='html'>I know... what the crap? I couldn't believe it either. We woke up a couple of weeks ago to THIS! It's only October. And this was the &lt;em&gt;beginning&lt;/em&gt; of October too. I mean, every now and then we get a little snow in October. But this was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! So... needless to say, we had to take advantage of it and let the kids have a little fun. Mason was so excited he could hardly stand it. So... after winning an argument about why he couldn't wear his football clothes out in the snow, they had a blast!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262376639398553634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQe3rBmqKCI/AAAAAAAABcs/VZVccKfQcWg/s400/2008-10+(Oct)3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A lot of people get annoyed with the cold and the snow... but not me. I am a HUGE fan of the snow. I think it's exciting. I love everything about it. I'm sure it doesn't hurt that I have always been a big snow skiier. But seriously... that is one of the big reasons why I love living in Utah. There's something magical about cuddling up inside a warm house while you watch the snow flurries outside your window. Honestly ... I love it!  So to all this I say... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BRING ON THE SNOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-2414201480548649691?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/2414201480548649691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=2414201480548649691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/2414201480548649691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/2414201480548649691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/10/snow-wait-seriously.html' title='SNOW!.. wait, seriously??'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQe3rBmqKCI/AAAAAAAABcs/VZVccKfQcWg/s72-c/2008-10+(Oct)3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-6688158656278814702</id><published>2008-10-28T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:45:25.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Blogging!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow! It's weird how out of touch you feel with the world when you stop blogging for a while. The hard drive on Ross' laptop died a while back and we just barely got it going again. I must say... it's good to be back. I have a lot to catch up on, so you might hear a lot from me over the next little while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the mean time... here is a funny picture of Cole wanting to be like his big brother.  Honestly... Mason could do nothing wrong in Cole's eyes.  If Mason laughs, Cole laughs... if Mason goes outside, Cole bangs his hands on the door to go outside... if Mason has a ball, Cole has to have a ball.  It's really rather adorable if I do say so myself.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262354407142314546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQejc7_t0jI/AAAAAAAABck/cIqwZdX2D8A/s400/2008-10+(Oct)2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STAY TUNED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-6688158656278814702?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/6688158656278814702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=6688158656278814702' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6688158656278814702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6688158656278814702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-blogging.html' title='Back to Blogging!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SQejc7_t0jI/AAAAAAAABck/cIqwZdX2D8A/s72-c/2008-10+(Oct)2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-5862961858555113547</id><published>2008-10-08T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:23:02.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOzYl48GoRI/AAAAAAAABXg/a89S9MWGdB0/s320/102_4417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay so y'all know about the current football&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOzYl48GoRI/AAAAAAAABXg/a89S9MWGdB0/s1600-h/102_4417.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;obsession we deal with on a daily basis with&lt;br /&gt;Mason. I thought I would give you a little update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After limiting him to &lt;strong&gt;3 football days&lt;/strong&gt; a week, he is doing much better. He knows his boundaries and he seems to be sticking by them. Don't go thinkin' he doesn't still beg me to play on his off days - but he seems to be understanding why we had to do this and somehow he just gets it. I tell ya... I am a firm believer that kids need boundaries. It helps them to behave to their highest potential. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong... we still have our days - he is every bit (if not more) obsessed than ever on his football days. He tries to fit as much football in on those days as he possibly can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He usually spends most of the day begging his dad to come outside and play football with him. He will literally sit out on the lawn with his helmet on and his football in his hand until Daddy is home from work - and ready to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254814262269508034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOzZuvc6-cI/AAAAAAAABXo/ikvCHZWQcfs/s400/collage21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And if for some reason Daddy can't play - or is taking too long he will resort to playing with his little sister. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254816530186140194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOzbywGYeiI/AAAAAAAABXw/DbX5KoP7z0o/s320/102_4432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hallie doesn't love football. In fact - I might go as far as to say she hates it. But when it comes to hangin' with her big brother - there isn't too much she wouldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254817075708884818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOzcSgVI91I/AAAAAAAABYA/l4l6MAtTO5I/s400/collage22.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Ya know it just goes to show ya that even though your kids fight like cats and dogs so&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOzdTUCWxhI/AAAAAAAABYQ/uh_YckEC0do/s1600-h/102_4433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254818189100369426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOzdTUCWxhI/AAAAAAAABYQ/uh_YckEC0do/s200/102_4433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;metimes and you think that one day they might kill each other ... they really do love and look up to each other deep down.  Just more of those moments that make motherhood worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every problem there are always better days ahead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can finally see the light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-5862961858555113547?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/5862961858555113547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=5862961858555113547' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5862961858555113547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5862961858555113547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/10/football-update.html' title='Football Update'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOzYl48GoRI/AAAAAAAABXg/a89S9MWGdB0/s72-c/102_4417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-1454866170701392469</id><published>2008-10-07T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:53:07.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>Apparently I have been tagged by Paula - so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1- Pretending to go to college&lt;br /&gt;2- Living at home&lt;br /&gt;3- Dating&lt;br /&gt;4- Wondering where I would be in 10 years&lt;br /&gt;5- Wasting a lot of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 things on my to do list today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1- Clean my house!&lt;br /&gt;2- Make dinner for Angie&lt;br /&gt;3- Spend some quality time with my kids&lt;br /&gt;4- Call every store I know to see if they have a Wii in stock - It's on the Clark's Christmas list this year!&lt;br /&gt;5- Go to mutual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 favorite snacks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Chips and salsa&lt;br /&gt;2- Apples and cheese&lt;br /&gt;3- Rolled up Honey Smoked Turkey from Costco&lt;br /&gt;4- Grapes&lt;br /&gt;5- Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 jobs I have had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Gart Sports&lt;br /&gt;2- Nordstroms&lt;br /&gt;3- Lone Star Steakhouse&lt;br /&gt;4- K-mart (ya - you heard me!)&lt;br /&gt;5- Deseret First Credit Union&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 things I would do with a million dollars:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Help everyone in my family get out of debt&lt;br /&gt;2- Pay off house and car&lt;br /&gt;3- Donate to those in need&lt;br /&gt;4- Save&lt;br /&gt;5- HAVE FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 things that made me laugh this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1- My hilarious kids&lt;br /&gt;2- The Office&lt;br /&gt;3- Thinking about my Dad's funny story last week. (you had to be there)&lt;br /&gt;4- People watching at the boutique with Ashley&lt;br /&gt;5- Pricing bows with Sarah babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 people I tag ,to answer these same questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1- Tina&lt;br /&gt;2- Andrea&lt;br /&gt;3- Ashley&lt;br /&gt;4- Lisa&lt;br /&gt;5- Jill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-1454866170701392469?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/1454866170701392469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=1454866170701392469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1454866170701392469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1454866170701392469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged AGAIN.'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-7159565249053804689</id><published>2008-10-06T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:22:18.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little dirt never hurt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other day Mason and Ross were out playing football, so I decided to let Cole join them and roam around in the grass.  He just loves to be a part of whatever everyone else is doing.  When I came out to check on him, this is what I saw...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrjLEiTQzI/AAAAAAAABWc/oi7E3KvtIiI/s1600-h/collage20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254261694616781618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrjLEiTQzI/AAAAAAAABWc/oi7E3KvtIiI/s400/collage20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was just hangin' out, eatin' a little dirt.  No biggie.  He had a huge smile on his face when I came out - so I think he was really enjoying it.  I just had to grab my camera!  You guys - this kid just lights up my life.  Cheesy - but true.  Cole, I love ya buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-7159565249053804689?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/7159565249053804689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=7159565249053804689' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/7159565249053804689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/7159565249053804689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-dirt-never-hurt.html' title='A little dirt never hurt...'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrjLEiTQzI/AAAAAAAABWc/oi7E3KvtIiI/s72-c/collage20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-1444435474962816496</id><published>2008-10-05T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:40:40.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance?</title><content type='html'>Actually no .. I most definately &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cannot &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dance. But this post is long overdue. A couple of weeks &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254250440543258114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrY7_2FRgI/AAAAAAAABWM/kxKFwNm-QLU/s200/sytycd3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ago, my friend, Leslie offered me a ticket to the "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" concert. I was so dang excited I could hardly stand it. We had so much fun. I don't know if any of you watch this show - but I am HOOKED. I absolutely love it. It is one of my favorite shows. This season was amazing and the concert was even better! Seriously - if you are ever considering going to one - DO IT! It will without a doubt be worth it! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrZgxIphgI/AAAAAAAABWU/ZTlzr0G_e2o/s1600-h/sytycd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254251072249759234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrZgxIphgI/AAAAAAAABWU/ZTlzr0G_e2o/s200/sytycd4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily Leslie was just as big of a fan (actually probably bigger) - so I had someone to talk about it with. The difference between me and Les is - Leslie &lt;strong&gt;CAN&lt;/strong&gt; dance! She's amazing!  She knows "Gev" who was in the top 10 on the show.  He's amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks, Leslie!  I had a &lt;em&gt;GREAT&lt;/em&gt; time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253883138308268306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOmK4MZHYRI/AAAAAAAABWE/5iFtcOTk7yc/s320/SYTYCD%2520002%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-1444435474962816496?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/1444435474962816496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=1444435474962816496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1444435474962816496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1444435474962816496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance?'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrY7_2FRgI/AAAAAAAABWM/kxKFwNm-QLU/s72-c/sytycd3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-7027229177635270887</id><published>2008-10-05T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:25:40.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well... so the boutique was a ton of fun! I met some new really fun people and had a good time. I can't honestly say that I made a killing. (okay I barely broke even) - but I had a lot of fun regardless.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253875300738990098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOmDv_K_ABI/AAAAAAAABVs/QV8_Y6UrEMc/s320/102_4579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253875498436400066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOmD7fpuE8I/AAAAAAAABV0/KTHWK7c8WAk/s320/102_4580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These are my boutiquing neighbors - it was a pleasure hangin' with you gals! Love ya, Tina and Ash!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253876116343088578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOmEfdiJ5cI/AAAAAAAABV8/T1quQcFlLnk/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, a big thanks to all of you who came out to support me. I really appreciate it. If I have the ambition to do it again, you can find "Sweet n Sassy" at the next boutique in December! Stay tuned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-7027229177635270887?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/7027229177635270887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=7027229177635270887' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/7027229177635270887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/7027229177635270887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/10/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOmDv_K_ABI/AAAAAAAABVs/QV8_Y6UrEMc/s72-c/102_4579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-113694750745646807</id><published>2008-10-02T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:39:11.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet -n- Sassy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Introducing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sweet -n- Sassy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hair Bows by Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252453599213209074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOR2uERTRfI/AAAAAAAABVU/TfrahWdNafs/s400/collage18.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252457220751784706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOR6A3jYewI/AAAAAAAABVc/CR8R0KH_oHY/s400/collage19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay so I kinda got myself into a little business endeavor. I'm not sure whether it was a smart idea or not. I'll tell ya in a couple of days. Anyway... I need everybody's support! My good friend, Tina is having this huge, fun boutique this weekend, and I have decided to make hair bows and sell them there. So, cross your fingers for me that it will go well. If I don't make my millions, then pray that I at least break even so my husband doesn't lock me out of the house! ;) (just teasing - he is being extremely supportive) Here are pictures of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just a few&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. (and when I say that I mean &lt;strong&gt;JUST A FEW&lt;/strong&gt;) Let's just say my basement is FILLED with bows and I have hot glue coming out my ears!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, if any of you are looking for something fun to do this weekend - you need to stop by! Here are the details:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simply Chic Boutique&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday and Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;October 3rd &amp;amp; 4th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From 10 am until 8 pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2200 South Orchard Drive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bountiful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Across from Dick's Market - the old "Family Fabrics" building)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't feel obligated to come by any means - but if you are in need of some hair bows or any other fun girly stuff, or just want to do some shopping - please stop by! I would love to chit chat! Otherwise - if you ever need any hair bows - you know who to call!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you - it was nice doing business with y'all! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-113694750745646807?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/113694750745646807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=113694750745646807' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/113694750745646807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/113694750745646807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweet-n-sassy.html' title='Sweet -n- Sassy'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOR2uERTRfI/AAAAAAAABVU/TfrahWdNafs/s72-c/collage18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-504170596721405269</id><published>2008-10-01T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:41:00.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Andrea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SORucOOq_wI/AAAAAAAABU8/MoWnf1440Sg/s1600-h/101_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SORucOOq_wI/AAAAAAAABU8/MoWnf1440Sg/s320/101_0536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Okay so today is my sweet sister-in-law's birthday. So, I just had to say ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday, Andrea!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;For those of you who don't know Andrea - I just have to tell you... she is the best. I never had a sister growing up, and I am just so happy to have her in my life now. She is the sister I never had. I truly could not think of a more loving, sweet person to have in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I hope she doesn't mind me sharing this - but over the past year, Andrea has been fighting a rough go with Cancer. She has gone through a lot recently and I just want her to know how much I love her and want her to know that she will always be my hero for what she has gone through and how well she has come through it. I truly look up to her as a mother, a sister and a friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I wish we could be there to celebrate your birthday with you ... Please know how much I love you, Andrea. I mean that with all my heart.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;And I'm so glad you are doing better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-504170596721405269?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/504170596721405269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=504170596721405269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/504170596721405269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/504170596721405269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-andrea.html' title='Happy Birthday, Andrea!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SORucOOq_wI/AAAAAAAABU8/MoWnf1440Sg/s72-c/101_0536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-7518256888538760344</id><published>2008-09-30T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:59:09.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything for my girls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; As most of you know, I have been in Young Women for 4 YEARS now - (not that I'm complaining ... I would never ...) ;) But over the years I have become the official dance hairdresser for the girls. So, Saturday I went down and did Kinley and Erica's hair for Homecoming. It was fun hangin' with my girls - I truly love them. Anyway, the experience to me was "&lt;strong&gt;blog worthy&lt;/strong&gt;" - so here is a picture of Erica and her lovely hair! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252045231542340978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOMDT8JdjXI/AAAAAAAABU0/6CajlrKM40g/s320/collage17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Unfortunately I didn't get Kinley's pic but it was extraordinary - you'll just have to trust me on that!  I love you girls!!  Really and truly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-7518256888538760344?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/7518256888538760344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=7518256888538760344' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/7518256888538760344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/7518256888538760344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/09/anything-for-my-girls.html' title='Anything for my girls!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOMDT8JdjXI/AAAAAAAABU0/6CajlrKM40g/s72-c/collage17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-5422174049257697619</id><published>2008-09-27T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:02:24.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Tired to Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay so lately I've just been too tired to BLOG - so this is a "catch-up" post. I'll try and be a little bit more on top of things. But here's a little re-cap from the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt; - I spent most of the day at Paula's house helping her paint her nursery. It just needed to get done before the baby (&lt;em&gt;with no name&lt;/em&gt;) comes &lt;strong&gt;ANY DAY NOW&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SN7PjwRt9RI/AAAAAAAABT0/egikYCtJpXo/s1600-h/102_4367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250862428722165010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SN7PjwRt9RI/AAAAAAAABT0/egikYCtJpXo/s320/102_4367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we painted it light blue and brown! It turned out ADORABLE - but I don't have a picture of the finished product, so you'll just have to trust me on that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250863356618368562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SN7QZw9aZjI/AAAAAAAABT8/EqtV5Bimx8Y/s320/102_4368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That night I went to the "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" concert with Leslie (thanks, Les!) - but I forgot my camera and am still waiting on some pictures of that so stay tuned....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - We had our long time &lt;strong&gt;BFF&lt;/strong&gt;s over for dinner. (&lt;em&gt;since we ditched 'em the night before to go to the concert! - Sorry Kristy!) &lt;/em&gt;It was lots of fun catching up - and was long overdue!! Here's their cute family.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250864907393084354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SN7R0CC6q8I/AAAAAAAABUE/9ve7UKxM5dE/s320/102_4371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Their little Nick is the cutest little guy - you would die! He says "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BYU eats boogers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!" and kids never lie so...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - SOCCER, SOCCER, SOCCER!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250865904798746914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SN7SuFq9SSI/AAAAAAAABUM/21_4gaNt8xQ/s320/102_4295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Friday was too boring to blog about, really. Just a relaxing day. But here's the cutest picture of Cole that day playing with his favorite doggie. You can tell when a stuffed animal is a favorite of Cole's because he'll bite the nose! Mason did that too - I love it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250867199835831458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SN7T5eD2_KI/AAAAAAAABUU/7ddAn448Z1Y/s320/102_4373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Saturday) - So far - well not much. But I had an extremely frustrating morning with Hallie. She is so stinkin' shy - like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAINFULLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; shy that she just can't function in crowds. I kinda just had it with her this morning at Soccer when she played her final game of the season and just stood there &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! She has some serious "stage fright" issues that need to be resolved. No amount of coaxing, bribing or threatening has worked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To show you what I mean, here she is on a normal basis at my house&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250868660651523106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SN7VOgBdfCI/AAAAAAAABUc/1Z7qAiIrYRY/s320/collage15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here she is at Soccer&lt;/span&gt; (or Dance or Preschool or anywhere public):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250869609438413250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SN7WFuh4gcI/AAAAAAAABUs/JvOquo0JIkg/s320/102_4145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It topped it off when she had pictures today and wouldn't stop putting her fingers in her mouth.  I asked for my money back and told her we were done with Soccer.  I don't know what to do.  I tell ya - I feel like a failure sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So that's my week thus far ... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;In a Nutshell"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - (get it??)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-5422174049257697619?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/5422174049257697619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=5422174049257697619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5422174049257697619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5422174049257697619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-tired-to-blog.html' title='Too Tired to Blog'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SN7PjwRt9RI/AAAAAAAABT0/egikYCtJpXo/s72-c/102_4367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-7362370036420445750</id><published>2008-09-26T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:00:12.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Today is my Mom &amp;amp; Dad's 33rd wedding anniversary, and I just wanted to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SN08EQLivjI/AAAAAAAABTs/qBgYMYI5f7E/s1600-h/100_1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SN08EQLivjI/AAAAAAAABTs/qBgYMYI5f7E/s320/100_1691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MOM &amp;amp; DAD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I have only been married for 7 1/2 years and I feel like that is an accomplishment. Imagine &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I seriously couldn't ask for better examples of love and devotion than my two wonderful parents. I can honestly say that in my entire life, there has never been a time where I have doubted their unconditional true love for each other. I am so proud to be their daughter. I love you both very much. Thanks for all you do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-7362370036420445750?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/7362370036420445750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=7362370036420445750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/7362370036420445750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/7362370036420445750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SN08EQLivjI/AAAAAAAABTs/qBgYMYI5f7E/s72-c/100_1691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-3952475810296734149</id><published>2008-09-24T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:11:34.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...I'M OLD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I turned the big &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIRTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last week - and I can honestly say, it wasn't fun. I'm not sure why it effected me so bad - but I really do feel OLDER. Usually birthdays just come and go for me without really noticing. But this one felt weird. Ugh. Oh well, I guess it's time for me to grow up and embrace my true age. Anyway, as we all know ... I have great friends - and therefore this is what I woke up to that morning. Thanks guys for never forgetting to announce my birthday to the world! (and a special thanks to Paula for the TOILET PAPER! - You're dead.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249624616474223234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNppxmUXooI/AAAAAAAABSk/WgTVNi6aS08/s320/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After spending the majority of the day with my friend, Tina - who I'm afraid felt obligated to hang out with me all day since it was my birthday. Thanks, Tina - and thanks for LUNCH! It was a lot of fun... I came home to these awesome flowers from my Dad!! My dad never forgets about me and always manages to send me something to let me know he cares. He is the greatest Dad ever... and I mean it! Thanks, Dad - I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249626028455603234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNprDyW9rCI/AAAAAAAABSs/5IIwlOacYkU/s320/102_4256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And later that evening, I went and saw cute Kinley and Erica rock the house in their High School Musical play. They did awesome! Good job guys.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249627236494566802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNpsKGp5ZZI/AAAAAAAABS0/DXtKQYuxEXs/s200/102_4265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After which I came home to my adorable family - who had cake and ice cream ready for me. And my kids had worked really hard to make me these adorable presents filled with all sorts of fun stuff. Thanks, guys! I love you.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249629212080607714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNpt9GSUEeI/AAAAAAAABTE/2dxo6ucMdIg/s320/collage13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And don't worry, my birthday didn't end there! The next day, we all went to the Spaghetti Factory for dinner (my favorite) to celebrate a little more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249631518848339394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNpwDXqmTcI/AAAAAAAABTM/ojp8IewMHxc/s400/collage14.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I have the best family in the whole wide world. I am truly blessed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249632028464266498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNpwhCIgPQI/AAAAAAAABTU/26PP4Xy1YRQ/s400/102_4305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.littleamerica.com/slc/index.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249635801021369426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNpz8oANTFI/AAAAAAAABTk/Ua6zfEi2ACs/s200/little+america.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and don't you w&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNpx-NLzB5I/AAAAAAAABTc/y22LNIocXAI/s1600-h/little+america.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;orry - my sweet husband took me to the Little America Hotel for the weekend. It was so much fun! We just relaxed and spent some much needed time together. Thanks to my mom who so kindly watched my kids for us so we could ha&lt;a href="http://localhost:1568/8ac5c6e74613d388c1c957b1aeb58c5c/image5345.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1568/8ac5c6e74613d388c1c957b1aeb58c5c/image5345.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ve a little bit of time together. Thanks Mom!! And Thanks, Ross - I love you very much. You truly are the best husband I could ever ask for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, don't worry - my big 30th birthday didn't go uncelebrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who made it really fun and special. I couldn't ask for better family and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-3952475810296734149?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/3952475810296734149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=3952475810296734149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/3952475810296734149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/3952475810296734149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official....'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNppxmUXooI/AAAAAAAABSk/WgTVNi6aS08/s72-c/collage11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-9056132722119314370</id><published>2008-09-21T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:55:23.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today is my brother, &lt;strong&gt;Chad&lt;/strong&gt;'s birthday.  He is my only sibling, and therefore my &lt;strong&gt;very favorite&lt;/strong&gt;!  I spent most of my childhood following him around trying to be included in everything he did.  I have always looked up to him and wanted to be around him.  He is one of my &lt;strong&gt;very best friends&lt;/strong&gt; in the whole world, and I can't imagine my life without him in it.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248575485551478162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNavmJEehZI/AAAAAAAABSU/T6Dn_n6woSk/s400/101_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Brother IS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Very, very&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;FUNNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Good at I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he does&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BIG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sports fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  (and is good at all of them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;StEeLeRs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;SMART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A great Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Talented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hard worker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loyal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A great Brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHAD!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-9056132722119314370?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/9056132722119314370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=9056132722119314370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/9056132722119314370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/9056132722119314370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-chad.html' title='Happy Birthday Chad!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNavmJEehZI/AAAAAAAABSU/T6Dn_n6woSk/s72-c/101_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-2833144127903970700</id><published>2008-09-16T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:13:40.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something MUST be done ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... about the FOOTBALL OBSESSION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNA8gOOoXJI/AAAAAAAABSE/CxzQ5QO9Nss/s1600-h/102_4249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246760090159570066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNA8gOOoXJI/AAAAAAAABSE/CxzQ5QO9Nss/s200/102_4249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so we all know about Mason's newest obsession - FOOTBALL. When my sweet little boy likes something - he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; likes it. He learns &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he can possibly learn about it and then has to practically &lt;strong&gt;LIVE &lt;/strong&gt;it. The poor kid can't even get it off his mind. He makes his sister play with him, his friends, his grandpa and most of all his daddy. And if he wasn't playing it, he was playing it on a video game or watching it on TV. Of course, it doesn't help that it's football season and his dad has it on the TV 24/7! But it finally got to the point where something had to be done. He was sitting out on the front lawn throwing the football up in the air and catching it for HOURS straight! I finally told him that he had to limit the time he spent doing anything football. So, after a HUGE tantrum - (I'm talkin' slammed doors, pounding fists and kicking feet) we finally came to an agreement. He gets to play football on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. All other days he has to find something else he enjoys doing and do that. It was a rough go - but he almost seems relieved. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246761119301854498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNA9cIFRZSI/AAAAAAAABSM/s4TABOBZT4s/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please tell me I did the right thing!&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/2339746209835300828-2833144127903970700?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/2833144127903970700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=2833144127903970700' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/2833144127903970700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/2833144127903970700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-must-be-done.html' title='Something MUST be done ....'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNA8gOOoXJI/AAAAAAAABSE/CxzQ5QO9Nss/s72-c/102_4249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-5040886252708913445</id><published>2008-09-16T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:46:35.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet but Scary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Every day at the Clark home we wake up and spend the morning getting Mason off to school. It was always hard for Hal to watch her brother leave. She loves him and even though they drive each other nuts, she misses the crap out of him while he's gone. So, what does she do with her time waiting for her big brother to come home?....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...she drives her baby brother &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CrAzY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has just very recently become &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OBSESSED &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with the him! You can seriously see &lt;strong&gt;FEAR&lt;/strong&gt; in the poor kid's eyes as he sees her approaching. He usually looks at me with that "help me, mom!" look begging for me to do something. She drags him around, dresses him up and is constantly in his face. I try and stop it, but she truly cannot help herself, I'm afraid. Here are some of the cuter, more pleasant moments with Hallie and Cole keeping themselves occupied until big brother comes home. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246753064540974978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNA2HRwoL4I/AAAAAAAABR0/ZFnujdE7P1A/s400/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He loves her to death, but he's terrified of her! I hope he survives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh... and here's a picture of the newest resident in our home! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246753656909553010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNA2pwgTXXI/AAAAAAAABR8/MQ1WeJNKukU/s320/102_4250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(don't worry, I will be disposing of it as soon as I possibly can without Mason knowing)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE SPIDERS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-5040886252708913445?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/5040886252708913445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=5040886252708913445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5040886252708913445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5040886252708913445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-but-scary.html' title='Sweet but Scary!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SNA2HRwoL4I/AAAAAAAABR0/ZFnujdE7P1A/s72-c/collage10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-690194345578195420</id><published>2008-09-14T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:46:55.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ya so we kinda just had a laid back weekend. Nothin' too wild and crazy - which is not like us. But it was kinda nice. It's always nice to slow down and just chill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's a re-cap....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246082474799220914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SM3UN0TPSLI/AAAAAAAABQ4/BBFJH2qgESM/s320/collage8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We played with our friends, Taygen and Forrest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246082915433707570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SM3Undyr-DI/AAAAAAAABRA/ADh9dCrHjbg/s320/102_4229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246086871676903666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SM3YNv8kYPI/AAAAAAAABRI/SltgUMc_2AE/s320/102_4221.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We went to Hals soccer game. And no, there wasn't much improvement this week. This may very well have been 1 of maybe 2 times she touched the ball the whole game. She really does like to play - what is up with my kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246088214315069154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SM3Zb5qc7uI/AAAAAAAABRQ/izUvpb3pNwA/s320/collage9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our nephew, Mitchell plays football for Hilcrest.  This week he played in Bountiful - so we thought we'd offer a little support and go watch him play.  It was fun - especially for Mason to see his cousin play football!  And yes, Ross gave him a little "pep talk" so to say.  Sorry Mitch!  We love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-690194345578195420?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/690194345578195420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=690194345578195420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/690194345578195420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/690194345578195420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-my-life.html' title='I love my life!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SM3UN0TPSLI/AAAAAAAABQ4/BBFJH2qgESM/s72-c/collage8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-6477624734624477952</id><published>2008-09-10T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:43:36.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it stop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY LITTLE GIRL STARTED PRESCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is going on? I feel like everything is going in fast forward and if I blink I might miss something. How in the world can I have a 1st &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMisk22Zr0I/AAAAAAAABQY/AAPnTyjwx1o/s1600-h/102_4189.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;grader and a pre-schooler? Didn't I just graduate from high school? I'm the type of mom that takes video and pictures of EVERYTHING but then can't go back and look at it EVER because it will make me cry uncontrolably for weeks straight. It's really hard for me to watch my kids grow up. I will never get this time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMiszzUYooI/AAAAAAAABQg/xuDTpCgENkU/s1600-h/102_4188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244631772021957250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMiszzUYooI/AAAAAAAABQg/xuDTpCgENkU/s320/102_4188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.... let's try and pull it together here.... Hals started preschool on Tuesday with Mrs. Eggett. She did GREAT! Originally I thought that she would have a hard time, since she has watched her big brother cry practically every day for the past 2 weeks as he goes to school. But I didn't give her enough credit. She went like a champ! She is one of only 3 girls in her class - which is normal for Hals. She is used to being around the boys. And her buddies, Max and Camden are in her class so that helps. I think she was just totally ready after watching her big brother go through all of this the past few years.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244632978287487138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMit6BAf6KI/AAAAAAAABQo/pT8b9x2GVlk/s400/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She came home from school and had to instantly call her daddy and tell him how "great" her day was. I'm so proud of her. What a big girl!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244634105415028322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMiu7n4pTmI/AAAAAAAABQw/XZWa_nWfH-Q/s400/102_4182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, so she's not really participating. But at least she's not crying!! I think she did great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-6477624734624477952?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/6477624734624477952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=6477624734624477952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6477624734624477952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6477624734624477952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/09/make-it-stop.html' title='Make it stop!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMiszzUYooI/AAAAAAAABQg/xuDTpCgENkU/s72-c/102_4188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-8435791940525180774</id><published>2008-09-10T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:09:13.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so yesterday (Tuesday) was a rough day for Amy. My little Cole woke up screaming in the middle of the night ... I didn't think much of it, gave him a bottle and he went back to sleep. The next morning, he couldn't open his eye. It watered all day long, and he spent THE ENTIRE DAY with his eyes closed. If he ever even got a peek out - he would cry and close them immediately. I just thought it was irritated, because he poked it or something. After like 8 hours, I decided to take him to the Doctor. Here's how he looked when I came out.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244625531668389010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMinIkMJ3JI/AAAAAAAABP4/WhKw7QsAl9w/s320/102_4202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;K, it looks worse than it is... but isn't that just so sad?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244625766474609058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMinWO6UcaI/AAAAAAAABQA/BePlDR-Rhns/s320/102_4200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Apparently he scratched his cornia - and this is supposed to force his eye to rest so that it can heal.  Whatever - I'm just glad to have it off now.  We had to keep it on him for 24 hours.  It was a rough day for a mommy.  I hate stuff like this.  I love you, buddy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-8435791940525180774?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/8435791940525180774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=8435791940525180774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8435791940525180774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8435791940525180774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/09/argh.html' title='Argh!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMinIkMJ3JI/AAAAAAAABP4/WhKw7QsAl9w/s72-c/102_4202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-4048731428573559854</id><published>2008-09-10T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:55:33.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn Tooth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so it's been a couple of weeks since this happened... but it is totally blog worthy - so deal with it. So, like over a mo&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMikiSuc03I/AAAAAAAABPw/d2QTanwDY3Q/s1600-h/102_4090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244622675122115442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMikiSuc03I/AAAAAAAABPw/d2QTanwDY3Q/s200/102_4090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nth ago, Ross and Mason were playing football in the front yard. As usual, they got a little rough, and when Ross yanked on Mason's face mask, his chin strap came up and knocked his tooth loose. Well, I tried and tried to get him to let me pull it for weeks after that - I tried everything! Bribery, threats... nothin' would get him to let me touch it. So, a couple weeks ago... my buddy, Angie helped me out. (she's a dental assistant - but my kids think she's a doctor) We practically pinned him down, kicking and screaming - but she yanked the sucker out! I was so glad to see that he didn't have that dang tooth, dangling from his mouth anymore. After about a half hour of him screaming afterwords... we finally calmed down and could smile about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244622422801580290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMikTmwjAQI/AAAAAAAABPo/AfS39wleTaY/s400/102_4089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks, Angie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(and don't worry, Mason still loves ya)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-4048731428573559854?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/4048731428573559854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=4048731428573559854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4048731428573559854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4048731428573559854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/09/stubborn-tooth.html' title='Stubborn Tooth!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMikiSuc03I/AAAAAAAABPw/d2QTanwDY3Q/s72-c/102_4090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-194472026194990707</id><published>2008-09-08T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:53:55.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay so remember when I said it had been a crazy weekend for us? Well... after the 14 hour Salsa extravaganza, I had the crazy idea to have a &lt;strong&gt;Yard Sale&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, I am nuts! But we all know this so let's not dwell on it ... so we had a fairly successful yard sale, thanks to my awesome friends who helped me make and put up signs, and my "sis", Tina who helped me sort and organize everything until after midnight - and thanks to my parents who kept me standing on Saturday! Thanks everybody! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243890333165483922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMYKeYVu95I/AAAAAAAABO4/QSioofDmdqc/s400/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And of course with every Yard Sale comes a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lemonade Stand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(courtesy of Angie) - hey, the kid's have gotta make a living too, ya know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; ..............................................................................................................................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then of course, we couldn't miss the U of U football game - not a chance! And since it was my dad's last day in town, we needed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;go big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - so we decided to ride the new &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UTA FrontRunner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; train into town and then take &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRACKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; up to the game. It worked out pretty smoothly ... but let's just say it took ALL DAY - like we got home well after midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243888737114994738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMYJBelpODI/AAAAAAAABOw/O_D2jJVY8Jw/s400/102_4153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is us ... (minus me) ... waiting for the train.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243892045807532738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMYMCEbausI/AAAAAAAABPA/67Qw5WORRgY/s400/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; As we all know, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;University of Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; football season plays a rather &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LARGE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; role in the Clark home. We (&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;) takes things pretty seriously. But as you can see - the stadium was PACKED! So, it's nice to know we aren't alone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243894282688988706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMYOERdhBiI/AAAAAAAABPg/fcQ5KWeUKQU/s400/102_4162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grandpa and Hallie had a great time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243893180631976546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMYNEH-pimI/AAAAAAAABPQ/PKcYzA6O9EQ/s400/102_4171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And our little Mason (bless his heart) has re-lived the game about 40 times since then in our front yard... while asking his dad millions of questions about who plays what position and what happened in which quarter and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243893607044843458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMYNc8fZh8I/AAAAAAAABPY/8tUu0TcIChM/s400/102_4172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And of course there was &lt;strong&gt;peace and happiness&lt;/strong&gt; when we finally got home that night because... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEY WON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (by a lot, might I add)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G O U T E S!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-194472026194990707?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/194472026194990707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=194472026194990707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/194472026194990707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/194472026194990707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/09/super-saturday.html' title='Super Saturday'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMYKeYVu95I/AAAAAAAABO4/QSioofDmdqc/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-1408747359893383525</id><published>2008-09-07T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:56:17.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look out for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;...BLUE LIGHTNING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good grief ... I'm not sure if I have ever seen anything quite as cute as this little 3 year old soccer team! I could not stop smiling. Hallie is playing in a co-ed Tiny Tot Soccer league and had her first game on Saturday. She is the only girl on her team - and she can't seem to get herself down the field without her fingers in her mouth and her daddy holding her hand. But when they're this cute... who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243507044214898594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMSt4Buv_6I/AAAAAAAABOQ/Xl4lPvAmSAA/s400/102_4139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean seriously... pink cleates and all! She's really excited about playing. . . but Hals hates to have any attention drawn to her. So, hopefully she'll warm up and play.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243509291920277730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMSv63FeQOI/AAAAAAAABOg/FGeY3oJuZ_8/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go &lt;strong&gt;BLUE LIGHTNING&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Apparently Ross is coaching next week - so maybe she'll actually give it a good effort!  I'll keep ya posted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-1408747359893383525?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/1408747359893383525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=1408747359893383525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1408747359893383525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1408747359893383525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-out-for.html' title='Look out for...'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMSt4Buv_6I/AAAAAAAABOQ/Xl4lPvAmSAA/s72-c/102_4139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-7137986239628965358</id><published>2008-09-07T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:34:39.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Salsa Season!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alrighty so this was one heck of a weekend, I've just gotta tell ya. Every year about this time, some of my friends and I try to be domestic and make SALSA. It was my turn to do it in my kitchen - what a great way to break in a new kitchen! Last year's batch was AMAZING and we all went through it way too fast. So, we wanted to make more this year. Let's just say we went a little overboard, okay. &lt;strong&gt;108 JARS OF SALSA! &lt;/strong&gt;Don't ask me how it happened or what we were thinking, but we've got enough salsa to run our own mexican restaurant. Way fun, but let's just say I couldn't feel my feet by the end of the day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243498885889822258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMSmdJmejjI/AAAAAAAABNg/eJ6f8nsygb8/s400/102_4129.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It's amazing what can happen when you get 5 girlfriends together to do a project! I know you are all amazed and impressed.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243502546311809314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMSpyNvFiSI/AAAAAAAABOA/IdY8mxi33JU/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So 14 hours later, with frustrated husbands, tired kids and aching bodies we present to you ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243503022624064754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMSqN8IxxPI/AAAAAAAABOI/EcKDUBcnpko/s400/102_4132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What Angie has officially named our "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BFF Salsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". (yes, and she even made labels!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I've just gotta say - it is super fantastically delicious! (not that we'd admit it if it wasn't)  Might I suggest warming it up with shredded cheese... mmm... mmm...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks girls!  Let's not do it again until next year okay?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-7137986239628965358?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/7137986239628965358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=7137986239628965358' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/7137986239628965358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/7137986239628965358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-salsa-season.html' title='It&apos;s Salsa Season!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMSmdJmejjI/AAAAAAAABNg/eJ6f8nsygb8/s72-c/102_4129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-2178043406286860697</id><published>2008-09-07T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:16:09.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a kid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just wanted to show y'all what I see when I walk into this little guy's room every morning. He brings so much happiness into our home! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243375009179819362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMQ1yk5S3WI/AAAAAAAABNY/Cy0f_P3XSt0/s400/102_4020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-2178043406286860697?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/2178043406286860697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=2178043406286860697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/2178043406286860697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/2178043406286860697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-kid.html' title='What a kid!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMQ1yk5S3WI/AAAAAAAABNY/Cy0f_P3XSt0/s72-c/102_4020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-8258898726596528873</id><published>2008-09-04T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:17:34.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Hill...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMDcgfEZ7NI/AAAAAAAABNQ/MWJAx_ZxTL4/s1600-h/cherry+hill.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242432416913157330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMDcgfEZ7NI/AAAAAAAABNQ/MWJAx_ZxTL4/s400/cherry+hill.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..."the greatest fun spot there ever was!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay so don't laugh but yes, the very first official Clark family camping trip was to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cherry-hill.com/"&gt;Cherry Hill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Let's just say we don't do a lot of camping. And what we have done has been in a cabin. Sad, I know... but it is officially one of our goals now! (not that that means a whole lot) Anyway, we had a blast last weekend with our buddies campin' out at Cherry Hill. I am so glad that Tina and Scott had the idea and made it all happen - thanks guys!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242423402438624850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMDUTxiMhlI/AAAAAAAABMY/GskbBPnQohA/s320/102_4042.JPG" border="0" /&gt; You know you are "virgin" campers when you can't even get your own tent up without needing some assistance. And yes, we went for the giant hotel of a tent - it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SL_-x-dF0NI/AAAAAAAABMQ/-r1V-Izn_Mg/s1600-h/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SL_-x-dF0NI/AAAAAAAABMQ/-r1V-Izn_Mg/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And heaven only knows why we don't do this more often, because the kids has a blast! They loved sleeping in the tent! Prior to this, the only tent my kids had ever slept in was a shark shaped one in my living room. Sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242424044775520642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMDU5KbPuYI/AAAAAAAABMg/5lZ4UdZ4sbo/s400/102_4052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242425489322811698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMDWNPyKITI/AAAAAAAABMo/65GbST83_AE/s400/102_4064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242429956656936578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMDaRR5nNoI/AAAAAAAABNA/RGeKtvugGFI/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We swam all day and everyone was pooped by the time we got home, but it turned out to be so super fun. I think we might make it a tradition every Labor Day weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242425967730345842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMDWpF_Zx3I/AAAAAAAABMw/zfvwbf-IlXE/s400/102_4092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242430615212376578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMDa3nNdwgI/AAAAAAAABNI/Ff50qMjCkjs/s320/102_4093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks everybody!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&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/2339746209835300828-8258898726596528873?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/8258898726596528873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=8258898726596528873' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8258898726596528873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8258898726596528873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/09/cherry-hill.html' title='Cherry Hill...'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SMDcgfEZ7NI/AAAAAAAABNQ/MWJAx_ZxTL4/s72-c/cherry+hill.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-1435351687547353702</id><published>2008-08-28T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:43:35.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week of FIRSTS!</title><content type='html'>So this was a big week for the Clark family - as I'm sure it was for all of you. It was the beginning of just about everything. We are just getting back into the swing of things. After the craziness of summer, it sure is tough getting used to a regular schedule and routine again. But here is our list of "firsts" for the week.&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&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First Day of First Grade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the crap is wrong with me? I am like sobbing just blogging about this day. If you saw me you would think someone must have died. It is so hard for me to watch my kids grow up and transition. Why can't we just push "pause" and make it all stop for a while? It is times like this that I am reminded to slow down a bit and cherish the sweet moments of motherhood. Time just goes way too fast!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLd3ux4d8CI/AAAAAAAABHo/t3o3cKrooxo/s1600-h/102_3971.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLd35lJYf1I/AAAAAAAABHw/LOnu8Y9sRjY/s1600-h/102_3970.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239805661141663346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLeHfLRt_nI/AAAAAAAABKI/2YEP35lcNKk/s400/102_3971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He looks happy, doesn't he? Well, don't let him fool ya. The kid has bawled and screamed everyday so far&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLeH7TyXeBI/AAAAAAAABKQ/hAfX5JaFd4g/s1600-h/102_3976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239806144462419986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLeH7TyXeBI/AAAAAAAABKQ/hAfX5JaFd4g/s200/102_3976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, begging me to let him stay home. I'm tellin' ya - It has been bad&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLeIRs2fuTI/AAAAAAAABKY/h3BvLrMyO9E/s1600-h/102_3971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239806529147746610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLeIRs2fuTI/AAAAAAAABKY/h3BvLrMyO9E/s200/102_3971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The principal has literally had to physically restrain him to get him to stay at school. I have left the school every day this week, hearing him crying - my heart being ripped apart. Keep your fingers crossed for us that he can get the hang of this! Any advice anyone might have would be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First Day Back to Dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239807389476478098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLeJDx02XJI/AAAAAAAABKg/eWF7GNzespo/s400/102_3992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLeJUB-S8vI/AAAAAAAABKo/t5XhGgrxUpU/s1600-h/102_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239807668688974578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLeJUB-S8vI/AAAAAAAABKo/t5XhGgrxUpU/s200/102_3994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we all know how much Hallie loves to dance.... but what these pictures don't show is how many times she bawled on her first day back after summer. What is wrong with my kids? Seriously... do I coddle them to much? Why do they have such a hard time with separation and new things? I feel like I must be failing at something. Anyway, she will get th&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLd8Z2dz-tI/AAAAAAAABIg/qSuD1uu36Gg/s1600-h/102_3997.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e hang of it again... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's a natural, though... don't ya think? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First Time Eating Watermelon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239808409012696706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLeJ_H5OdoI/AAAAAAAABKw/XxxAQeWwV4E/s320/102_4011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239809015051421890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLeKiZkHiMI/AAAAAAAABK4/Ju4UW0UZIfo/s320/102_4012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't go thinkin' that there was any chance of takin' it away from him either, because I tried. He wasn't havin' it. What kid doesn't love watermelon, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;First Day Back to Soccer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course we would have to start Soccer this week. Naturally it would all come at once, right? Let the routine begin!! So, we had our usual melt down about the name of the team. Mason's team name ideas never get the majority of the votes for some reason. He really wanted to be the "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" because they were red... but majority ruled and they are the "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Torches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" Mason says "that's stupid!" - but I think we are over it now. He's just thrilled that he finally got to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;his very favorite color!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239798297879511954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLeAyk_OA5I/AAAAAAAABJg/Q2_VW0Vz6x0/s320/102_4030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239809536833588098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLeLAxWri4I/AAAAAAAABLA/BWN9BvM0t9M/s320/102_4034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239809871064679490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLeLUOdlREI/AAAAAAAABLI/q3mbmasDveA/s320/102_4035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It has been a physically and emotionally exhausting week - but we made it through. I'm glad it's a holiday weekend now. I can already use a day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hope y'all had a great week!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-1435351687547353702?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/1435351687547353702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=1435351687547353702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1435351687547353702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1435351687547353702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-of-firsts.html' title='A Week of FIRSTS!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLeHfLRt_nI/AAAAAAAABKI/2YEP35lcNKk/s72-c/102_3971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-9050722329492612633</id><published>2008-08-26T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:52:45.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to brag or anything but....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLTdO2DMLiI/AAAAAAAABHA/P-7ngMnE6PQ/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLTdO2DMLiI/AAAAAAAABHA/P-7ngMnE6PQ/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could he be any cuter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-9050722329492612633?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/9050722329492612633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=9050722329492612633' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/9050722329492612633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/9050722329492612633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-to-brag-or-anything-but.html' title='Not to brag or anything but....'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLTdO2DMLiI/AAAAAAAABHA/P-7ngMnE6PQ/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-6101617948256938970</id><published>2008-08-26T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:57:46.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona in August...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...and we survived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so as most of you know, we just got back from Arizona. I know, I know, we are crazy to do that in the middle of August! But when your husband is doing business down there, and your family lives there... you can't miss the chance to tag along. So, we spent a little bit of time in the sun, but most of the time, we tried to go from one Air Conditioned place to the next. It's the only way to survive, I'm afraid. So, here are some pictures from our trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238976449883304210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSVUunucRI/AAAAAAAABGY/WENox601onk/s400/102_3931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first of all I need to paint a picture for everyone. My parents house is like our favorite place. When we go there it is always just a magical little experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238973744720640018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSS3RGr-BI/AAAAAAAABGA/6GZRWf8LPts/s320/102_3967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My mom has her house fixed up perfectly with a toyroom that looks like Santa's workshop just for her grandkids. She always has everything so nice, with chocolate truffles by our bedside and everything. It is better than any hotel or B&amp;amp;B you could ever find. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSU1lEm-qI/AAAAAAAABGQ/qYM5y3BHcXM/s1600-h/102_3969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238975914744150690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSU1lEm-qI/AAAAAAAABGQ/qYM5y3BHcXM/s200/102_3969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually walk in to see signs like this. These are just a couple of the cute things that we usually see at Grandma and Grandpa's that make things so special. Thanks mom and dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We decided to take the boat up to "Canyon Lake" for a little fun in the sun.  We had so much fun being back on the Lake again.  It was just like old times.  Thanks, Mom and Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238967749108899442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSNaRtdHnI/AAAAAAAABEg/cKD0W-7zVT8/s400/100_3726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238968308867267346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSN62-P-xI/AAAAAAAABEo/SyBhML9Ckws/s400/100_3719.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Chad, Landon and Mason Check out the rocks behind them - this lake was really pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238969014671292018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSOj8TCtnI/AAAAAAAABE4/XRWBTwXzgZw/s400/102_3757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was Cole's first boating trip! He seemed to like it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUMO TUBE BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSMe7ot9TI/AAAAAAAABEY/k0OliYm1zKA/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSMe7ot9TI/AAAAAAAABEY/k0OliYm1zKA/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you've never had the chance to experience the "&lt;strong&gt;Sumo Tube&lt;/strong&gt;", you need to! This is Chad, Ross and me kickin' some butt at it. Turns out I'm pretty dang good at it. It is so much fun to do. If you need a fun new boating toy - get one!! So fun!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238970339197207730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSPxCioRLI/AAAAAAAABFA/59CheAq4loQ/s400/102B3812.JPG" border="0" /&gt; But nobody kicks butt quite like my brother on the wakeboard. But then again, he usually kicks my butt &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLI87hhYl0I/AAAAAAAAAm8/r-9ddxmD3rQ/s1600-h/dbacks.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at everything. What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238970778551293426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="87" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSQKnQzlfI/AAAAAAAABFI/zd6tBVdouYU/s400/dbacks.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And of course, we had to go to a Diamondbacks game while we were there. It was really fun to go to a MLB game - Mason loved it! It was a good game, too - it was close. But the D-backs pulled through! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238971959084383794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSRPVF0_jI/AAAAAAAABFg/VnXo-4CTrbM/s400/102_3888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO D-BACKS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then to thank us for watching Landon and Ash, Chad and Andrea gave us an awesome night out without the kids at an amazing restaurant called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roysrestaurant.com/"&gt;Roys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. If you are ever somewh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSRxW33woI/AAAAAAAABFo/xPtL2tIuSrA/s1600-h/102_3893.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ere where you have the opportunity to dine at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roysrestaurant.com/"&gt;Roys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, do so, because it is amazing food and super fun atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238972833347429586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSSCN-YZNI/AAAAAAAABFw/ssM9yn6DnEc/s320/102_3893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks, Chad and Andrea&lt;/span&gt;! It was not necessary at all, but we&lt;strong&gt; LOVED&lt;/strong&gt; it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238973328039677074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSSfA2NDJI/AAAAAAAABF4/Dnllkc28HQU/s400/102_3904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We even got to spend some time with my Aunt and Uncle and cousins that was &lt;strong&gt;long overdue&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238978247147289234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSW9V82epI/AAAAAAAABGg/-9z5SF5iua4/s400/102_3903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, all in all it was a super fun trip that as usual, went way too fast! We had a great time, though. Too bad we can't live closer to our family. But it sure makes vacation a party!! Love you guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-6101617948256938970?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/6101617948256938970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=6101617948256938970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6101617948256938970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6101617948256938970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/08/arizona-in-august.html' title='Arizona in August...'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SLSVUunucRI/AAAAAAAABGY/WENox601onk/s72-c/102_3931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-6492730316977558886</id><published>2008-08-22T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:23:05.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Twilight Fans!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SK8oAHQ30LI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ZwU5yDavF6Q/s1600-h/TWILIGHT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237448874070102194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SK8oAHQ30LI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ZwU5yDavF6Q/s200/TWILIGHT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so if you are like me, counting down the days until the movie is released... you'll be happy to know that the release date has moved up to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;November 21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That's like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 weeks early&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!! I'm so excited. Anyone interested in joining our midnight showing group, feel free!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more info, check out &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/"&gt;http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/&lt;/a&gt;. K... I'm a loser, but whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-6492730316977558886?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/6492730316977558886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=6492730316977558886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6492730316977558886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6492730316977558886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/08/attention-twilight-fans.html' title='Attention Twilight Fans!!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SK8oAHQ30LI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ZwU5yDavF6Q/s72-c/TWILIGHT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-8807725192926272116</id><published>2008-08-17T00:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:46:53.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay so my cute friend Teri did this TAG and I think it looks like a lot of fun! Do as you wish with it... but let's keep it alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, just anything you remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Next, repost these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's pretty fun to see the responses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy blogging friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-8807725192926272116?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/8807725192926272116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=8807725192926272116' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8807725192926272116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8807725192926272116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-so-my-cute-friend-teri-did-this.html' title='Memories...'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-4446522343757139788</id><published>2008-08-14T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:59:27.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's DONE!</title><content type='html'>Okay so as many of you know... my kitchen is FINALLY done! I am so excited about it. It doesn't even feel like my house. The process seemed like forever, and camping out in the basement was not my favorite... but I must say it was all very worth it in the end. Here are some before and after pictures.&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEFORE:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234508299046200994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SKS1kHp7pqI/AAAAAAAAAkg/BPldTE87Ty0/s400/100_1998.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234508500050868130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SKS1v0dLd6I/AAAAAAAAAko/2ZPa_CU4ODA/s400/100_1996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234508757182744114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SKS1-yWMhjI/AAAAAAAAAkw/bzLpQ0mv8JQ/s400/100_1997.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234509053826780658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SKS2QDbpTfI/AAAAAAAAAk4/zQrlFlbjLyE/s400/100_2060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AFTER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234509469111878930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SKS2oOfVBRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/-NL5Ly4EStQ/s400/100_3637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234510591485518930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SKS3pjqDpFI/AAAAAAAAAlY/sqiHky7goLY/s400/100_3635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234510856765806098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SKS34_5zlhI/AAAAAAAAAlg/LnT6lK6z-08/s400/100_3651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, after about a month and a half of camping out in our basement, lots of fast food and extreme messiness... we are finally enjoying our new kitchen!  It is awesome, I must say.  If you want to see more pics of the kitchen before and after... check out facebook!&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;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/2339746209835300828-4446522343757139788?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/4446522343757139788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=4446522343757139788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4446522343757139788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4446522343757139788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-done.html' title='It&apos;s DONE!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SKS1kHp7pqI/AAAAAAAAAkg/BPldTE87Ty0/s72-c/100_1998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-8470089253316880352</id><published>2008-08-10T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:46:58.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ--_78hJBI/AAAAAAAAAho/EWEgisoJsQY/s1600-h/Breaking+Dawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233111297660363794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ--_78hJBI/AAAAAAAAAho/EWEgisoJsQY/s320/Breaking+Dawn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ya, I know I'm almost 30 years old... and reading books about sexy vampires might seem a little immature to some - but what can I say, I'm still a little bit "high school-ish" inside. So, yes... I got up early on the morning of August 1st and went down with my buddies (also my age, I might add) to &lt;em&gt;Barnes and Noble&lt;/em&gt; to get my "&lt;strong&gt;wrist band&lt;/strong&gt;" so that I could get my reserved copy of "&lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/em&gt;" at midnight! Yes, I am crazy - and a little lame. But it was fun. I'm glad I did it. And &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ-_rKYB4kI/AAAAAAAAAh4/FuySXwYSTq0/s1600-h/100_3590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233112040268227138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ-_rKYB4kI/AAAAAAAAAh4/FuySXwYSTq0/s200/100_3590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the book rocks, by the way. (but I'm not finished, so don't ruin it for me!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, the girls all went to the cheesecake factory for dinner. After which we headed to Barnes and Noble for the release party. I must say, we felt a little out of place and lame being there, but after we took the test (&lt;em&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;ACED&lt;/strong&gt; it!) &lt;/em&gt;we decided it wasn't so bad. I'm not sure why we waited up until Midnight to get it, when we could have just gone to Costco the next morning and picked it up - but what can I say, we like to get a little crazy, right girls??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233113381586379762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ_A5PLMo_I/AAAAAAAAAiI/IARZsQT8nUA/s400/100_3589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here we are waiting outside - eating our cheesecake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233113649377204962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ_BI0xgWuI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/BmjCkcrQlDM/s400/100_3592.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here we are waiting &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; - getting a little tired of waiting...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233114179753774866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ_BnslIjxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/lcMVr24OQ20/s400/100_3595.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And &lt;em&gt;FINALLY&lt;/em&gt; ... we got our books! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(and yes, mine is upside down - it was a little late, okay?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks to Stephenie Meyer, our houses are all a mess, laundry is piling up and our husbands are all ticked off at us and hate anything to do with "vampires" or "warewolves" - but ya gotta hand it to her - the books rock!! Next we'll be the immature idiots at the midnight showing of the movie in December. Stay tuned for that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-8470089253316880352?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/8470089253316880352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=8470089253316880352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8470089253316880352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8470089253316880352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-day.html' title='The BIG DAY'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ--_78hJBI/AAAAAAAAAho/EWEgisoJsQY/s72-c/Breaking+Dawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-770440929860530453</id><published>2008-08-09T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:59:48.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's What Fun Is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ3IC7TyTlI/AAAAAAAAAgg/DqyzyyTO68k/s1600-h/100_3567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232558294680358482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ3IC7TyTlI/AAAAAAAAAgg/DqyzyyTO68k/s200/100_3567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay so we go to Lagoon only ONCE a year - and that's when we can all get in free. That's right - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STAKE LAGOON DAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! So, when Ross got home from work, we hopped in the car, grabbed a pizza on the way and headed to Lagoon. The kids were so excited they could hardly stand it. We shoved a little pizza down everybody (in the Lagoon parking lot - in the tailgate of our car), and then we went in for some Lagoon fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232556009540345314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ3F96f83eI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/HiSAVQLh11g/s400/100_3586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the DINOSAUR EGG DROP!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232557760868448738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ3Hj2tG-eI/AAAAAAAAAgY/VsASetnnU-o/s400/100_3574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Helicopters!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232559000557502290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ3IsA6Av1I/AAAAAAAAAgw/1RPTfaUZzP0/s400/100_3571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232559678186943986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ3JTdRddfI/AAAAAAAAAg4/42QYcm4qQy0/s400/100_3554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUMPER CARS!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232560075555463490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ3Jqllf4UI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8fsJrwH9CG0/s400/100_3570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The DRAGONFLY&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232561463992879330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ3K7Z6xiOI/AAAAAAAAAhI/8HZtwTE2tho/s400/100_3585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The TIDAL WAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ3MjQPcWrI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ROJ1uswXpGI/s1600-h/100_3562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232563248101612210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ3MjQPcWrI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ROJ1uswXpGI/s320/100_3562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, after running to every ride we could possibly fit in before they kicked us out, it turned out to be a really fun day at Lagoon. I taught Landon to say "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's what fun is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" every time I mentioned Lagoon. It was so cute and funny hearing him say it. We were all exhausted when we got home that night. I don't think Landon and Ash knew quite what hit them. It think it's the best night's sleep everyone had since they got here. But not until we got our Slurpees that they were promised on the way home. It doesn't matter how tired children are - they always remember when you promise them something - especially when it involves sugar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAGOON - IT'S WHAT FUN IS!&lt;/strong&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/2339746209835300828-770440929860530453?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/770440929860530453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=770440929860530453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/770440929860530453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/770440929860530453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-what-fun-is.html' title='It&apos;s What Fun Is!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJ3IC7TyTlI/AAAAAAAAAgg/DqyzyyTO68k/s72-c/100_3567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-4745070469994908687</id><published>2008-08-03T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:02.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; BIRTHDAY, ROSS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230507124646986386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJZ-hHe7wpI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GDgj9TlE-hs/s400/100_3500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, of course I couldn't let my husband turn &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; without doing something &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;, right? That just wouldn't make sense for me. So... of course I did a lot of planning - and with a lot of help, we had a rather large surprise party thrown together. It ended up being perfect... thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of help from good friends and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; family!! (Thanks, Cari &amp;amp; Garrick!) I seriously couldn't have done it without them. But after accepting a lot of help and spending the entire day setting up at the park... we had a very successful and fun surprise birthday party. Ross was completely shocked. I can't believe I actually pulled it off, to be honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After quite a bit of arguing and persuading, I rushed Ross to get ready and got 5 kids ready in less than an hour... I was practically shoving everybody out the door. Ross kept saying, "What's the big rush?" as I was hurrying things along. If it weren't for the fact that I'm a pretty wound up person normally, he probably would have known something was up... but he just thought I was in one of my hurry modes. So after a little bit of a fight and arguing the whole way up to the park, this is what he saw when he pulled up. His exact words were "&lt;em&gt;Happy 30th Birthday&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh crap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" - and then the party began!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230514229058232082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJaE-pekXxI/AAAAAAAAAdI/smjychnYM5o/s400/100_3480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE GUESTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230515704181031266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJaGUgvQAWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ZSKELUlhFQw/s400/100_3482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230516088456733506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJaGq4Rt40I/AAAAAAAAAdg/8MMxnzXOPto/s400/100_3485.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230517103824986498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJaHl-0X4YI/AAAAAAAAAdo/f0cj3PfGF6U/s400/100_3484.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230517382775840130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJaH2N_cHYI/AAAAAAAAAdw/eb-fPnhrYFY/s400/100_3514.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230518291748911442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJaIrILgeVI/AAAAAAAAAd4/di0poCKjoKs/s400/100_3522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230518846749917586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJaJLbuDwZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/nGSQY6tyfk0/s400/100_3521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE CHEF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(and party planner!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Cari is missing in action... but without these guys, this all would not have happened. - Thank you guys for all your help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230519439053331666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJaJt6OMnNI/AAAAAAAAAeI/MFtaQMLPvNw/s400/100_3488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE SPEAKERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJaK8jn1DcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/sCkVWIUENUk/s1600-h/100_3503.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230522278588127250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJaMTMUDGBI/AAAAAAAAAeo/O4LyHtfc6uc/s320/100_3499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;..THIAGO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJaKqQ-qlQI/AAAAAAAAAeY/tSG3pIkqogo/s1600-h/100_3501.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230522813673851906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJaMyVqbTAI/AAAAAAAAAew/XQWt1txRNFs/s320/100_3503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;..ANGIE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230523187869423474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJaNIHpml3I/AAAAAAAAAe4/mBEKHQcaBdw/s320/100_3506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;..SEAN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230523809855235058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJaNsUuk4_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/D0jYJpAiks8/s320/100_3509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;..STEVE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230530003457516946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJaTU1sbpZI/AAAAAAAAAfI/hJGjMXnZyag/s320/100_3513.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;..KYLE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231075026980716274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJiDBYiaPvI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/DyRpNxx8iwQ/s320/100_3517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;..JULIE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The CAKES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nothingbundtcakes.com/"&gt;http://www.nothingbundtcakes.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231076670877570786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJiEhEh9luI/AAAAAAAAAfY/OHG0UdfldQ4/s320/nbc_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Might I suggest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing Bundt Cakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for your next celebration? These cakes were so super good! I was so happy with them. We had &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chocolate Chocolate Chip, White Chocolate, White Chocolate Raspberry, Carrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Red Velvet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;They were to die for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231077183327044482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJiE-5jcA4I/AAAAAAAAAfg/SQ0SVGAO3t0/s320/100_3496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's Kristy helping me serve them! Thanks, Kristy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ENTERTAINMENT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(for kids, anyway):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJaK8jn1DcI/AAAAAAAAAeg/sCkVWIUENUk/s1600-h/100_3503.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231077973046398546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJiFs3fNDlI/AAAAAAAAAfo/t9tTLvRlu9c/s320/100_3497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231079617161548370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJiHMkSzUlI/AAAAAAAAAfw/5DpuxcFMKhI/s320/100_3520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for coming, everybody!  We had a really fun time - and it wouldn't have been successful without all of you!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2339746209835300828-4745070469994908687?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/4745070469994908687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=4745070469994908687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4745070469994908687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4745070469994908687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/08/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJZ-hHe7wpI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GDgj9TlE-hs/s72-c/100_3500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-328691121268943278</id><published>2008-08-02T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:05.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate Good Times... (come on!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PARADE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well... we are big believers in celebrating our holidays to the maximum so - here we are with all our bells &amp;amp; whistles at the big 24th of July parade. I can honestly count on 1 hand how many times I have missed the good ol' "Main Street Parade". &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJVPPkoLO8I/AAAAAAAAAaU/fctcDG0lUcE/s1600-h/100_3389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230173671209515970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJVPPkoLO8I/AAAAAAAAAaU/fctcDG0lUcE/s400/100_3389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm fairly certain that if it weren't for these cute little faces every year, I most definately wouldn't go to all the efforts that I do to make this happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230175322315269666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJVQvredpiI/AAAAAAAAAac/p9cRlt1WgS0/s400/100_3387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And when I say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"efforts&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I'm talkin' about these 4 lovely ladies gettin' up at 4:30... (ya, that's FOUR-THIRTY A.M.) and haulin' all our chairs, blankets and rope down to our favorite &lt;em&gt;Baskin Robins&lt;/em&gt; spot just to make sure we have a nice place for our families to watch the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJVSuqjxieI/AAAAAAAAAas/4AZ83F8XrKU/s1600-h/100_3402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230177503912495586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJVSuqjxieI/AAAAAAAAAas/4AZ83F8XrKU/s320/100_3402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hals typically just sits contently in her chair the entire time, while all the other kids rush back and forth racing to get as much candy as possible. I think competitions are a little overwhelming for this little princess. She gets a little flustered when there is any pressure put on her to make anything happen. So... this is where she sat most of the time... or on mine or Daddy's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJVTa7APByI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qUZaysad25M/s1600-h/100_3399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230178264241080098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJVTa7APByI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qUZaysad25M/s320/100_3399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry. While Hallie is just hangin' back... the boys are always busy cheering for each and every possible thing that goes down the street. They loved every second of it. They scored with candy, and even some awesome toys! It doesn't get better than that. Who cares about the fact that it was hotter than blazes and we were exhausted... (more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"efforts"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) by golly - we were gonna be at this darn &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJVU4spY8uI/AAAAAAAAAa8/FTs124lOxCU/s1600-h/100_3405.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJYKth8fisI/AAAAAAAAAbE/VDvOoSuWcSE/s1600-h/100_3404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230379794559896258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJYKth8fisI/AAAAAAAAAbE/VDvOoSuWcSE/s200/100_3404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJYLIdm0DXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jOezInkt1iM/s1600-h/100_3407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230380257251691890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJYLIdm0DXI/AAAAAAAAAbM/jOezInkt1iM/s200/100_3407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not sure that Ashlyn or Cole had any idea what was going on. They just kept looking around wondering why there were so many people and what the big fuss was about. I think Ash was a little bit in shock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Fireworks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230381497268708130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJYMQpB6IyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/UpuWnIDvDqk/s200/100_3420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And of course, it wouldn't be the 24th without headin' up to Grandma's house for the best fireworks display ever! We are so lucky to have the perfect spot to watch in my Grandma's front yard. I have the best Grandma in the whole world who sets up tables with popcorn, ice cream and drinks for anyone and everyone (heavy on the &lt;em&gt;everyone)&lt;/em&gt; I decide to bring up. Thank you, Grandma - for letting us invade your yard yet once again. We had a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230382563903903618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJYNOujjl4I/AAAAAAAAAbk/FoDKM6wTGc8/s400/100_3414.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Once again... the faces say it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230383918443655426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJYOdkm_8QI/AAAAAAAAAb0/506E1g4pzTk/s400/100_3412.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJYO_-HieeI/AAAAAAAAAb8/bDCQEk_Uo1o/s1600-h/100_3410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230384509406575074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJYO_-HieeI/AAAAAAAAAb8/bDCQEk_Uo1o/s320/100_3410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJYU9_FBNHI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_fzivIimrMg/s1600-h/100_3419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230391072374469746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJYU9_FBNHI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_fzivIimrMg/s200/100_3419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have I mentioned what great friends I have? Our friends are like our family these days. I can't seem to plan an event without them. They are the best. We are very lucky to have so many good friends who are always around us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230386955658712626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJYROXHf1jI/AAAAAAAAAcM/gtCzF5L6onM/s320/100_3418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Thanks for coming, guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;CARNIVAL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What the heck, let's get up the next morning and head down to the park for the carnival! Y&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJYTRfjubqI/AAAAAAAAAcc/uGB9F6AQCkI/s1600-h/100_3471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230389208487456418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJYTRfjubqI/AAAAAAAAAcc/uGB9F6AQCkI/s200/100_3471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a, so maybe we bought a whole bunch of tickets and then realized that we were all getting a little dehydrated and sunburned. I looked down at the kids and realized that the sun was imobilizing them. (I'm a good mom) And after being told that my baby looks sunburned several times, (I'm a good mom), I finally decided to give my last tickets to Ang and head home. (Good thing I talked Ross into going!) Ya... I don't have good judgement about these things lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230389811185110258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJYT0kyCzPI/AAAAAAAAAcs/u4VX_B2_XzQ/s400/100_3475.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;24th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Y'ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-328691121268943278?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/328691121268943278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=328691121268943278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/328691121268943278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/328691121268943278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/08/celebrate-good-times-come-on.html' title='Celebrate Good Times... (come on!)'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJVPPkoLO8I/AAAAAAAAAaU/fctcDG0lUcE/s72-c/100_3389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-5057642899464492752</id><published>2008-08-02T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:14.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Chillin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJSz4asyhII/AAAAAAAAAaE/avwWR07eyhg/s1600-h/100_3479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230002849105216642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJSz4asyhII/AAAAAAAAAaE/avwWR07eyhg/s200/100_3479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone always asks me if I ever take time to just "slow down" in my life. I tend to run myself raged most of the time... but I would like to share some pictures of us doing just that - slowin' down a bit. So... here are some pictures of us just hangin around over the past 2 weeks or so. Nothin' special. Just wanted to share some of what we've been up to. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229989846087694786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJSoDir0-cI/AAAAAAAAAZU/d4oF3xsK7vQ/s320/100_3369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The girls helped me make dinner by putting the spread on the garlic toast. What good little helpers I have. (I think Ashlyn might have wanted a banana, what do you think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJSnx2OXCmI/AAAAAAAAAZM/fZbhHN72ips/s1600-h/100_3364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229989542095161954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJSnx2OXCmI/AAAAAAAAAZM/fZbhHN72ips/s320/100_3364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;S L U R P E E S ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These were one of our favorite treats while our cousins were in town. Whenever we were out, I would bribe them with Slurpees! It worked like a charm &lt;em&gt;every time&lt;/em&gt;! (okay, not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;time!) However, there is stradegy to buying Slurpees for 4 children at once. You can't let them choose which flavor they want or all hell breaks loose. Besides the fact that my husband would kill me if RED Slurpee was spilled on the new car, there would always be a fight over who had the best flavor and so on and so forth. So, I usually opted to just give everyone banana. They love the flavor and it doesn't stain. I know, I know... you're impressed at my Slurpee knowledge. I rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJSqpQCnO4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/cOr0VoMcZys/s1600-h/100_3374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229992692941273986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJSqpQCnO4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/cOr0VoMcZys/s200/100_3374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;L I T T L E P O S E R S !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can you tell we take a lot of pictures? These kids just see me with the camera, and they instantly stop whatever it is th&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJSrUtwTdvI/AAAAAAAAAZk/klg5T-uhAHM/s1600-h/100_3375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229993439651919602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJSrUtwTdvI/AAAAAAAAAZk/klg5T-uhAHM/s200/100_3375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ey're doing and suddenly they have the perfect little smile on their face. And they even hold the pose until they see the flash. "&lt;em&gt;SAY CHEESE&lt;/em&gt;" isn't even necessary anymore. They are professionals. I have given them many years of training - what can I say? I must say, though... I have the cutest little models out there. I've got a lot to work with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJSwgSx5pOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/chqX3Qgjj40/s1600-h/100_3476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229999136127427810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJSwgSx5pOI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/chqX3Qgjj40/s200/100_3476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We thought Landon looked pretty dang stylin' in these goggles. He slipped them on and I new it was yet another Kodak moment. These are the kinds of pictures that just define this little guy. I can't describe the adorable corky little personality that the little fella has. He is such a little ham. He could truly entertain an entire crowd if he really wanted to. He cracks me up. It has been a joy having him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229999912887037650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJSxNgb0rtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/X4JHta9A_rg/s320/100_3538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And of course, the highlight and "&lt;em&gt;grand finale&lt;/em&gt;" of our "just chillin' moments" - was when Hallie came running upstairs to show me this. She decided to back the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speed Racer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; car up and let the wheels go nuts in her hair. I was a little mad, but then I took a step back and decided it was really funny. I had to take a picture. As you can tell, she is forcing this smile out with sheer panic behind it. We ended up having to cut it out after working with it for quite some time. You can't even really tell now. It just looks like she has a little short layer framing her face. I can remember this happening to me when I was little - only I'm fairly positive it was my sweet brother who drove his "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stomper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" up in my hair. Bless his heart - he was good to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-5057642899464492752?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/5057642899464492752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=5057642899464492752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5057642899464492752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5057642899464492752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-chillin.html' title='Just Chillin&apos;'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJSz4asyhII/AAAAAAAAAaE/avwWR07eyhg/s72-c/100_3479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-2240279740559691028</id><published>2008-07-30T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:15.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY BUSY BUSY!</title><content type='html'>Ya, so apparently I've been too&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (busy, busy!) to blog. I know, I know it's hard to believe that Amy is busy. But it is true. Let's just say I haven't quite got myself fully accustomed to 5 children. Just when I'm finally getting myself organized, they are going to be heading home! No, but seriously... it has been so much fun having time with these little ones. Only 3 more days, and then they're off, though. Time really does fly. We've had so much fun with them! And as luck would have it, Ross' computer isn't working correctly and I am having trouble uploading my newest pics... but since I'm so behind, I'll show ya a few older ones.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229016519768121746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJEy0fltoZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/KH0jlPsEUO0/s400/100_3349.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the park just after our cute cousins arrived, and the boys had so much fun together. I'm so glad we have been able to get these 2 together. They have had a really good time. It will honestly be really sad to have to separate them. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229018338801999554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJE0eYBL3sI/AAAAAAAAAYY/zuNKnaGwPIE/s400/100_3350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, we invited our "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;park buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", Bells and Linc to come along. Landon warmed up to these friends really fast. It wasn't long before he was asking when we could play with Isabelle and Lincoln again! What can I say, we have fun friends!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229020130196206786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJE2Gpe2NMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/YmNU761PMTY/s400/100_3351.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Rather than going down the slides, Ash opted to drop wood chips on them. It seemed to be her favorite activity while the others were sliding down them. Silly Ashie... she's always doin' her own little thing. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJE392m-nHI/AAAAAAAAAYo/M2t6EHTv-cU/s1600-h/100_3354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229022178124405874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJE392m-nHI/AAAAAAAAAYo/M2t6EHTv-cU/s320/100_3354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, everyone quickly became bored with the actual "park toys" and moved on to gathering rocks from the hill and lining them up on this wall. It was so much more fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This happens everytime we go to this park. They always start out sliding and climbing, and then after about 15 minutes, they mosey on over to the big dirt and rock hill nearby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJE53b_TZeI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lHu8LATPYcw/s1600-h/100_3355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229024266922714594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJE53b_TZeI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lHu8LATPYcw/s320/100_3355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder why we take the kids to the park. If you just give 'em some rocks, a little dirt, a grass hill and maybe a hose... they'd be content for HOURS (possibly even days?). Ya, parks are overrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashlyn was all over this activity! She quickly caught on to the "big kid" activity and joined in on the fun. She wanted a "big one" like Landon! I think this was the biggest one her little body could carry. It was super cute. What a gal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJE8Ml3THiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/E5HWUty3jGg/s1600-h/100_3341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229026829374004770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJE8Ml3THiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/E5HWUty3jGg/s320/100_3341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And of course, ketchup (with a little corn dogs) for lunch.  I like to keep things super nutritious.  No junk food for this family! (Sorry Andrea)  I wanted to be "fun Aunt Amy" who gives us yummy food, okay?  After a few days, we added a few fruits and veggies into the diet.  So much for "fun Aunt Amy"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a fun day at the park!  Stay tuned for some more pics.  Ross is supposed to get his computer working a little better tomorrow.  So... cross your fingers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229025934460831570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJE7YgDXx1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/RnyCwdo3-uw/s320/100_3357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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/2339746209835300828-2240279740559691028?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/2240279740559691028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=2240279740559691028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/2240279740559691028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/2240279740559691028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='BUSY BUSY BUSY!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SJEy0fltoZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/KH0jlPsEUO0/s72-c/100_3349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-2736924872046197591</id><published>2008-07-22T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:15.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more munchkins</title><content type='html'>That's right... the tempo at our house has increased a bit in the last couple of days since we have had our buddies (cousins) staying with us. We are so excited to have Landon and Ashlyn here, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! It has been talked about for quite some time now, and we are happy to finally be spending some time with em! Mason and Hal couldn't be happier - they love a good 2-3 week slumber party!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226024134669576946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIaRQwaZKvI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/V7b8cA4bH98/s320/100_3319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys of course started things off with some video games - that was the first thing Mason wanted to show Landon - we won't mention that Landon is already almost better than Mason at most of the games. (he still thinks he's the best) Don't sit too far away from the TV guys! (so, I guess if I'm not careful...I might send Landon home blind - &lt;em&gt;sorry Chad n Andrea!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226026165935328178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIaTG_d4y7I/AAAAAAAAAXg/B09Pl-yoQrM/s320/100_3331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ashlyn's favorite toy at our house quickly became the trusty ol' rocking horse that used to be Ross' when he was little. That thing has been more popular at our house than any toy we have ever spent money on. If it ever breaks, I think I would pay good money to replace it someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226037496476285682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIadahBXOvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/4EKxslTWWvM/s320/100_3337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, the gigantic queen-sized raised aerobed we put in Mason's room might take up the entire floor space and leave absolutely no floor to play on, but it sure is fun!! They all camped out in here that night. It was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIafhuKA66I/AAAAAAAAAXw/KrdG-wAx0V8/s1600-h/100_3323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226039819284573090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIafhuKA66I/AAAAAAAAAXw/KrdG-wAx0V8/s320/100_3323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously Hallie was thr&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIajXgRb8CI/AAAAAAAAAYA/JrlaBTnlEw0/s1600-h/100_3330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226044041805426722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIajXgRb8CI/AAAAAAAAAYA/JrlaBTnlEw0/s200/100_3330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;illed to have her cousins here. Especially little Ashlyn. Hallie has always wanted a little sister. She treats her like her little pet. She follows her around and takes care of her every need. She strokes her hair and dresses her up like a doll. She is so funny. She's never been able to do that with her brothers. She's in heaven. The first thing she asks when she wakes up is, "where's Ashie?" It sounds obsessive, but it's actually super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226046036126036594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIalLlshcnI/AAAAAAAAAYI/W1vsuv6Tzk8/s200/100_3340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Ashlyn ended up in my bed after waking up at 3 in the morning that night.  I don't blame her - she's a little out of her element!  And "pony" is in there with her - don't worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-2736924872046197591?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/2736924872046197591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=2736924872046197591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/2736924872046197591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/2736924872046197591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/07/2-more-munchkins.html' title='2 more munchkins'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIaRQwaZKvI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/V7b8cA4bH98/s72-c/100_3319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-3488653203877963877</id><published>2008-07-22T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:17.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLARK CABIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had such&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIWUk0RsEEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wL-qbrDCTcE/s1600-h/100_3318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225746302862364738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIWUk0RsEEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wL-qbrDCTcE/s200/100_3318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a fun weekend up at the cabin with the Clarks. It turned out to be a really great experience for our family. The kids had so much fun with their cousins. We don't do a lot of camping. (actually - we &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; camp) But I absolutely love it. There's something so calming and peaceful about being secluded in nature with the ones you love. I am a firm believer that you need to make time for the ones you love - regardless of how hecktic life can seem. You just can't miss out on time to bond with loved ones. This cabin is the perfect cabin to just fit our needs. It doesn't have too much - yet it has what we need. I like the feeling of roughin' it a bit, and I like that this cabin gives you that feel. Anyway... here are some pictures of some of the fun things we did.&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225744511258287458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIWS8iB_XWI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/56tFeU_Y0aE/s320/100_3292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know if this picture portrays the look of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sheer terror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Mason's face - but it took everything in his power to get the courage up to go down the river with Pania and Logan. And what you don't see is how they all got dumped off not even 5 seconds after this was taken. Poor Mason. But like his daddy always says, &lt;em&gt;"It'll make him tough"&lt;/em&gt;. Whatever - he did end up loving it though.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225747905622777730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIWWCHBjH4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/pr2isNwgmn0/s320/100_3281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No swimsuit? Not a problem for Ross! He still took his turn headin' down the river. He only did it once, though. Weird. I must say, I was tempted to give it a shot, but decided against it for fear of humiliating myself in&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIWYoS10N9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/xFh1-RuB1uk/s1600-h/100B3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225750760653076434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIWYoS10N9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/xFh1-RuB1uk/s200/100B3150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; front of Ross' family. ;)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIWX6moAKlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/oHiVlDYEimI/s1600-h/100B3190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225749975689865810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIWX6moAKlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/oHiVlDYEimI/s200/100B3190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Molly did a little splashin' around with us. She loved it when the kids would splash the water up in the air - she would try and bite the water. But don't go thinkin' she was brave or anything, because if it was anything more than about 1 1/2 feet deep, she wouldn't even go near it. Silly Molly. We were really glad we brought her up with us this year. She was a lot of fun to have along.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225752188941534594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIWZ7boUhYI/AAAAAAAAAV4/CCL29wl1DlU/s320/100_3270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, we had to do pedicures on all of our dirty feet! These were just the toes that got painted. We didn't take a picture of all the men's feet after they got a little pampering done. It turned out to b&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIWbL2_sAsI/AAAAAAAAAWA/oNsTVjtnrFg/s1600-h/100_3305.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e a really fu&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIWb7k-_EVI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Ju3wFT12OI0/s1600-h/100_3305.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n activity - I thinkwe need to make it an anual tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIYvTRJp74I/AAAAAAAAAWY/tO8GuP3whqE/s1600-h/100_3310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225916425677959042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIYvTRJp74I/AAAAAAAAAWY/tO8GuP3whqE/s320/100_3310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIYv1YC6qtI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tTw_m0EXFgg/s1600-h/100_3305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225917011644295890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIYv1YC6qtI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tTw_m0EXFgg/s200/100_3305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, it wouldn't be the same without a little ATV action! (thanks Rob!) We had a lot of fun on the 4-wheeler as always. Mason would really like to drive it on his own. We told him to give it a few years. I am becoming quite the pro, if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225918062411820882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIYwyidar1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/m3Inx0TVNU4/s320/100_3302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sweet Cole was a trooper as always. He just went with the flow of things and kept a smile on his face. He is such a great kid. And yes, the wet spot on his clothes is ALL DROOL! I go through clothes like mad - but if that is all I have to complain about with this little guy, I think I'm doin pretty darn good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIY4XaxgY_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/xJqFiX8VFsU/s1600-h/100_3313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225926392585151474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIY4XaxgY_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/xJqFiX8VFsU/s200/100_3313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love ourselves a s'more here and there. Hals enjoyed roasting the marshmallows by rolling them around in the dirt a little and then lighting them on fire. And then she would get upset &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIY5Om0fzRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/8W3qYbq5-I4/s1600-h/100_3312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225927340711726354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIY5Om0fzRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/8W3qYbq5-I4/s200/100_3312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when I wouldn't let her eat the ones that &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; roasted. "&lt;em&gt;What's wrong with eatin' a little dirt, Mom&lt;/em&gt;"? A little dirt never hurt, I guess... right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so 45 mosquito bites, and 3 days later, I am home and &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;  not done catching up with the laundry from the cabin.  But we sure did have fun!  Looking forward to next year! - Thanks for the fun time everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225927718741412898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIY5knFzDCI/AAAAAAAAAXI/0DRxlkxA26s/s320/100_3315.JPG" border="0" /&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/2339746209835300828-3488653203877963877?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/3488653203877963877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=3488653203877963877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/3488653203877963877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/3488653203877963877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/07/clark-cabin.html' title='CLARK CABIN'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SIWUk0RsEEI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wL-qbrDCTcE/s72-c/100_3318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-2463371917267726509</id><published>2008-07-17T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:18.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George Sunshine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-uc7z7TiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jT3Y-48pAaw/s1600-h/100_2997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224085904888122914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-uc7z7TiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jT3Y-48pAaw/s200/100_2997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, as we all know, the clarks like to cram as much stress into one small time span as possible. So, in order to keep with tradition, we just buzzed on down to St. George on Sunday for a quick 2 day trip. Ross had to go for work (or was it golf?), and of course the 4 of us tagged along as usual. We hate being home without daddy - so we usually just crash the work trip and come along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-udNmo8rI/AAAAAAAAAUA/VjQ9tGtsc_U/s1600-h/100_2986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224085909664232114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-udNmo8rI/AAAAAAAAAUA/VjQ9tGtsc_U/s200/100_2986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can I just tell you how much we love St. George? If we had the opportunity, we would love to live there. It is getting to be quite the popular place now days, though. The small town feel of it isn't quite the same anymore. But we still like it. And it would be a perfect middle point between both of our families. Our trips to St. George usually include a visit to the &lt;em&gt;Pizza Factory&lt;/em&gt; and of course some shopping. (duh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And if you ask Mason where he loves to go on a trip, he would tell you "&lt;em&gt;to a hotel"&lt;/em&gt; - which &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-vFzGR2nI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/NAxlsVt6YUo/s1600-h/100_3001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224086606923815538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-vFzGR2nI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/NAxlsVt6YUo/s200/100_3001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pretty much means it doesn't really matter where the hotel is located. As long as he's staying at a hotel. He loves everything about it. He loves being able to wake up and just walk down to breakfast and chose whatever he wants... swimming to his heart's content... and staying up late, watching the hotel TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-xy8NQRlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/VM4uxofWsvw/s1600-h/100_3005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224089581486360146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-xy8NQRlI/AAAAAAAAAUY/VM4uxofWsvw/s200/100_3005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So, needless to say, we spend a lot of time just vegging at the hotel while the kids jump from bed to bed &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-vFg2QMVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Wg2S5glc9qY/s1600-h/100_2988.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;trashing the place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm sure anyone who's a regular visitor to St. George knows the famous red phone booth - it's a picture opp every time. Not sure why - we just think it's cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-y5fVDv2I/AAAAAAAAAUw/K9TcSXwd-38/s1600-h/100B3030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224090793505177442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-y5fVDv2I/AAAAAAAAAUw/K9TcSXwd-38/s200/100B3030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And of course, we did something we rarely do... we did a little bit (or a lot) of swimming. Weird.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-x0Hv_10I/AAAAAAAAAUo/IT5vHDrJOmg/s1600-h/100_3019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224089601764742978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-x0Hv_10I/AAAAAAAAAUo/IT5vHDrJOmg/s200/100_3019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Anyway, I'm sure we'll be back soon - and we'll do the same ol' stuff we always do. But we love it. It's a heck of a place! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224092262729571746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-0PAnc3aI/AAAAAAAAAU4/IImZT2Fmj0Q/s200/100_3014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-xziTyq4I/AAAAAAAAAUg/2FcrIkyJ4YM/s1600-h/100B3030.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-2463371917267726509?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/2463371917267726509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=2463371917267726509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/2463371917267726509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/2463371917267726509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/07/st-george-sunshine.html' title='St. George Sunshine!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-uc7z7TiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/jT3Y-48pAaw/s72-c/100_2997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-825066292913139231</id><published>2008-07-17T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:18.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHY? (I don't think so.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-nfwG6jpI/AAAAAAAAATI/HDVWpqyyKmg/s1600-h/100_2972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224078256704753298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-nfwG6jpI/AAAAAAAAATI/HDVWpqyyKmg/s320/100_2972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so in an effort to clear the record.. I'd like to give you a little bit of proof that my daughter (whom most of you think is extremely shy and unsocial) is actually quite the character. Give her time to warm up to you, and you never know what you're gonna see! I'm sure that each and every one of you at some point or another have asked Hallie a question, only to find her looking at the ground with her bottom lip out like she's about to burst into tears. I promise that isn't a result of child abuse or lack of personality. This girl knows how to ham it up and she actually loves an audience. She loves to sing at the top of her lungs, while looking out of the corner of her eye to make sure you are enjoying the performance. She really enjoys dancing and twirling... with lots of pointed toes.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-oCgSxzVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XoCmwVvwtWU/s1600-h/100_2925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224078853754965330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-oCgSxzVI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XoCmwVvwtWU/s320/100_2925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She loves to show you her "tricks" (which usually involve winking, thumbs up, and maybe a kick here and there). Dresses are her favorite attire, and it needs to be pink most of the time. She is &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; at teasing her brothers - usually until screaming occurs. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-pJKz52HI/AAAAAAAAATY/HzV4GrGQXQs/s1600-h/100_2926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224080067759036530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-pJKz52HI/AAAAAAAAATY/HzV4GrGQXQs/s200/100_2926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You always know when she's smiling, because her eyes sparkle. She has the most contageous laugh you've ever heard... and she ne&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-qAQsAprI/AAAAAAAAATg/xI3GZrcSMWI/s1600-h/100_2970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224081014229345970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-qAQsAprI/AAAAAAAAATg/xI3GZrcSMWI/s200/100_2970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ver holds a grudge. She is our only girl, (or should I say &lt;em&gt;"princess"&lt;/em&gt;) and therefore just a tad bit spoiled. Her daddy is an easy pushover when it comes to this face. She's great at talking her way out of pretty much anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-qzk67spI/AAAAAAAAATo/xKDaPJjFi2Y/s1600-h/100_2942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224081895833973394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-qzk67spI/AAAAAAAAATo/xKDaPJjFi2Y/s200/100_2942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt that we will get another girl, because it would be impossible to top this one.  She is and always will be our little angel.  Just give her time... she'll show ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ya HALS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2339746209835300828-825066292913139231?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/825066292913139231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=825066292913139231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/825066292913139231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/825066292913139231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/07/shy-i-dont-think-so.html' title='SHY? (I don&apos;t think so.)'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-nfwG6jpI/AAAAAAAAATI/HDVWpqyyKmg/s72-c/100_2972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-728904805267217725</id><published>2008-07-16T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:20.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH5t9qjTjZI/AAAAAAAAARw/-FOJ8qz6Ql4/s1600-h/100_2819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223733523958173074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH5t9qjTjZI/AAAAAAAAARw/-FOJ8qz6Ql4/s200/100_2819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Did I mention that my children are pretty much FISH? Well, they are. I must say, our swimming lessons are most definately paying off. They &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the water. I try and get new pictures of us doing other things, but all I have pictures of are my little fishies in the water. O&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH5ueI8LmVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/AqCD7_qMu6k/s1600-h/100_2919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223734081871386962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH5ueI8LmVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/AqCD7_qMu6k/s200/100_2919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h well. What do ya do, right? I've learned to embrace the chaos of summer and the mess that comes along with it. That's just life - and I need to enjoy what it is and stop trying to make it different. So... here are some pictures of my little fishies. (and some of our favorite fishie friends!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH5x2gk5hZI/AAAAAAAAASg/D7rOUmlaLP0/s1600-h/100_2865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223737799067927954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH5x2gk5hZI/AAAAAAAAASg/D7rOUmlaLP0/s200/100_2865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... even little Cole is a big fan of the H2O! He's one of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223736501405293330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH5wq-aBGxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/youQxTI9Kgw/s200/100_2817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Even little Ashlyn holds her own out there. She was so stinkin' cute, swimmin' with the rest of us at Aunt Joan's pool. (even though it was freezing cold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH5xK5ev3CI/AAAAAAAAASY/DKlcIws2lZ0/s1600-h/100_2852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223737049838771234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH5xK5ev3CI/AAAAAAAAASY/DKlcIws2lZ0/s200/100_2852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, can I tell you how much I love this kid? He's so easy goin'. He may not have gone nuts (like us) in the water, but he never once complained. He's just a laid back, go with the flow kinda kid! Love ya Landon!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH5ybTToDAI/AAAAAAAAASo/3tyMNA_T6bI/s1600-h/100_2916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223738431160978434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH5ybTToDAI/AAAAAAAAASo/3tyMNA_T6bI/s200/100_2916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a champ out there, swimmin on her back! If you only knew how hard this was to get her to do in the first place, you'd be proud &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH50Tz08_vI/AAAAAAAAASw/tP-JjGUzCwQ/s1600-h/100_2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223740501475000050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH50Tz08_vI/AAAAAAAAASw/tP-JjGUzCwQ/s200/100_2356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And don't go tellin' Mason that these goggles aren't cool. Because to him, they are the definition of "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". It is a rare occasion when you see the kid without them. And don't ever forget to bring them along ANYWHE&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-lbX4BfsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/m7dJx61_Y84/s1600-h/100_3071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224075982457110210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH-lbX4BfsI/AAAAAAAAAS4/m7dJx61_Y84/s200/100_3071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RE, because you never know when he's gonna need them. &lt;em&gt;"Let's bring them just in case, mom!"&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"Mom, did you get my goggles?" &lt;/em&gt;(in a very panicked tone) are very common phrases around here. And we all know that when it's a big deal to Mason, it's a big deal to all of us. I just make sure the dang goggles are in the car at all times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We love the water! Come swim with us!&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/2339746209835300828-728904805267217725?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/728904805267217725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=728904805267217725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/728904805267217725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/728904805267217725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/07/fish.html' title='FISH'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SH5t9qjTjZI/AAAAAAAAARw/-FOJ8qz6Ql4/s72-c/100_2819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-3703726588588513015</id><published>2008-07-09T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:21.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHWzo3Zv-iI/AAAAAAAAARU/obd-bmHRDNc/s1600-h/100_2619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221276857654049314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHWzo3Zv-iI/AAAAAAAAARU/obd-bmHRDNc/s200/100_2619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alrighty, well as many of you know... we have the privelige of having my adorable Niece and Nephew come and live with us over the next little while. We are so excited to be able to spend some time with them &amp;amp; get to know them better. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Landon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; live in A&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHWzYh98KPI/AAAAAAAAARM/LXtOAJxRQQM/s1600-h/100_2644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221276577022355698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHWzYh98KPI/AAAAAAAAARM/LXtOAJxRQQM/s200/100_2644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rizona and we don't see them nearly as much as we would like to these days. They're mom is fighting cancer, and had to undergo some radiation which resulted in mandatory separation from her children for at least 6 weeks (most likely more). It has been a really rough road for her, but she is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and we have no doubt that she will pull through without a problem. So, that's the story. If you see us with a couple of extra "kiddos" over the next couple of months, don't you go thinkin' that we popped out a couple more babies or nothin'. We are just enjoying some bonding time that has been long overdue with our cousins! Anyway... we went and spent the day with them yesterday and had a blast. So... meet our cousins, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Landon &amp;amp; Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a great day at the ZOO with our cousins &amp;amp; their cousins, Hunter &amp;amp; Stockton. It was so much fun! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHWyIXR7G-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/sw_4AcplD7A/s1600-h/100_2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221275199763848162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHWyIXR7G-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/sw_4AcplD7A/s200/100_2611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221276036844381906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHWy5FpeZtI/AAAAAAAAARE/qJ8AjEiPzyA/s320/100_2648.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Afterwords, we went over to Ryan &amp;amp; Sarah's for a BBQ &amp;amp; a little "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trampoline action&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". As you can see, we had a blast - thanks for letting us jump on the tramp, guys. We had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHWyd93cbWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OH1z9UQz3kA/s1600-h/100B2790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221275570899021154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHWyd93cbWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OH1z9UQz3kA/s200/100B2790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221278955667856178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHW1i_HOGzI/AAAAAAAAARk/vK7XmwWKIQ0/s200/100B2682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU, ANDREA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;(hang in there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2339746209835300828-3703726588588513015?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/3703726588588513015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=3703726588588513015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/3703726588588513015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/3703726588588513015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/07/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHWzo3Zv-iI/AAAAAAAAARU/obd-bmHRDNc/s72-c/100_2619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-3719238191046963522</id><published>2008-07-06T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:23.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! That's my "one word description" of my past week. It has been crazy... but fun. See, as most of you probably know, The Clarks like to cram as much activity into one small time s&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFNVuRdZ9I/AAAAAAAAANs/erBZ2DGHQoc/s1600-h/100_2433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220038478692968402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFNVuRdZ9I/AAAAAAAAANs/erBZ2DGHQoc/s320/100_2433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pan and see how stressed out we can get. (&lt;em&gt;Okay, maybe it's just me that has that problem&lt;/em&gt;) Regardless... as much fun as it was, it wasn't without a bit of tension and stress. I guess it comes with the territory. So, our week started off with Mason &amp;amp; Hallie wanting to have a swim party. So, of course we made that happen. The original pool popped and Ross had to run and get a new one. (&lt;em&gt;just a minor bump in the road&lt;/em&gt;) But of course we forged ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFJzsR3G9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/o0m_v5ZXNNA/s1600-h/100_2425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220034595507346386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFJzsR3G9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/o0m_v5ZXNNA/s320/100_2425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so it might have rained a bit too... (just another bump in the road), but we didn't let that spoil the fun. Besides, I think 2 little ones (&lt;em&gt;1 particular 6 year old&lt;/em&gt;) would have been devastated had anything put an end to this excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220037400806696802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFMW-1WJ2I/AAAAAAAAANY/N5TAN_yFx1c/s200/100_2429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFM6YcOMYI/AAAAAAAAANg/1j_YstIEsSo/s1600-h/100_2421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220038008976060802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFM6YcOMYI/AAAAAAAAANg/1j_YstIEsSo/s200/100_2421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tina &amp;amp; Payton thought they could hide, but I found them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So this was our Tuesday. It turned out great - all in all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thanks for coming everybody and making our day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WEDNESDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yep! We finally did it - we bought a new car! We've been talking about it for some time now, and it finally happenned. I'm really excited. So, I decided I am somewhat drawn to "BLACK" cars. They just look classy to me. (&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFoTxyTYiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/t03m_GzXs3o/s1600-h/100_2498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220068132090241570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFoTxyTYiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/t03m_GzXs3o/s320/100_2498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;when they're clean of course&lt;/em&gt;) I know, I know... you all think I'm crazy cuz they're hot, and are hard to keep looking clean. But for now, I'm loving it. So, don't go givin' me buyer's remorse y'all! I told my sweet husband that I wanted a black car with leather interior, a third row &amp;amp; a DVD player. And he made it happen. Thanks babe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's a &lt;strong&gt;2004 Toyota Sequoia.&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;in case ya couldn't tell&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFyeNK-VmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ksKM6_h7WqA/s1600-h/100_2495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220079306356446818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFyeNK-VmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ksKM6_h7WqA/s200/100_2495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the kids &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On Thursday, we went to Kyle &amp;amp; Kristy's for some brats and some homemade root beer. Brad &amp;amp; Julie &amp;amp; the kids came along too. After dinner, we made the trek up to Eaglewood for the fireworks. Kyle knew the perfect spot to park and head up - and we sat right on the golf course. The kids had a blast together. It turned out to be a great day! (&lt;em&gt;I'm still waiting for pictures of this to be emailed to me - so stay tuned!&lt;/em&gt; ) Thanks, Kyle &amp;amp; Kristy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;FRIDAY (4th of July)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... our tradition is&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFqxoV2hUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/22I_qqHqE_c/s1600-h/100_2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220070843974321474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFqxoV2hUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/22I_qqHqE_c/s200/100_2441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that we get up at the break of dawn (not exactly my forte') and pack up the kids and head out to Murray for the 4th of July parade. We sit and bake in the sun and watch the kids have a blast, (which is what makes it worth it) hurrying to get as much candy as possible and laughing with their cousins.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFqxoV2hUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/22I_qqHqE_c/s1600-h/100_2441.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;It's always fun once we get there, but as we all know, it's a bit of a struggle for Amy to make it places in the A.M.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220073868402007506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFthrNmndI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mODP76-cicY/s200/100_2447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;D. Will, gettin' himself some H2O! Always in a Jersey. And usually with shorts that don't match. (not my choice... I usually lose that battle) - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220074525926559954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFuH8rrENI/AAAAAAAAAO0/o8gEG7d-NCs/s200/100_2450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was little Cole's first parade experience, and he was a trooper! But would you expect anything less with this little fella? LOVE this kid. He is my perfect child... always happy!! (okay, &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;always)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFvZZXe-KI/AAAAAAAAAO8/pHobAafcHHc/s1600-h/100_2470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220075925195913378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFvZZXe-KI/AAAAAAAAAO8/pHobAafcHHc/s200/100_2470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;After the parade, we went to Aunt Julie's park &amp;amp; ate lunch followed by a little slip n' slide action! It was so much fun. We set up a huge plastic slide down the hill and just let the kids go nuts! I couldn't even get Mason's attention for hours. This kid loves water! And he's got the tan line to prove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220077205150347186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFwj5kZr7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/0tFiB_t7Yh8/s200/100_2461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHF1wGs1LqI/AAAAAAAAAP0/MDbOhClrvks/s1600-h/100_2462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220082912391933602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHF1wGs1LqI/AAAAAAAAAP0/MDbOhClrvks/s200/100_2462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was all fun &amp;amp; games for Hal until she slid off the slide &amp;amp; scraped her leg up a little. It was all over for her after that. I'm not sure if it was the humiliation of having everyone's eyes on her, or that it really hurt ... but either way it was traumatizing enough to end her sliding for the day! Don't go thinkin that she was the only injury of the day, though. Ross managed to blow his knee out (again) while trying to play some soccer with the kids. We try to stay in one piece, but somehow we always manage to hurt somethin'. What' ya do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHGKBftzMjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4SzenJ6mpU4/s1600-h/100_2479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220105201397215794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHGKBftzMjI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4SzenJ6mpU4/s200/100_2479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, it wouldn't be Independence Day without a little fireworks action back at home with some friends. Preston wasn't a huge fan, but he warmed up eventually... &amp;amp; everyone else had a great time. Ross, Jake &amp;amp; Scott really knew how to put on quite the show. Next time we'll try and remember to buy some matches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHF9W4JN_pI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PW421l4JVOU/s1600-h/100_2480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220091275080760978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHF9W4JN_pI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PW421l4JVOU/s200/100_2480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And of course we would have a family reunion to go to first thing Saturday morning. Why not throw that in the mix of things? The kids had a blast once again with their cousins and it wa&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHF-I7cUmRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qbj20nTFgMs/s1600-h/100_2492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220092134959651090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHF-I7cUmRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qbj20nTFgMs/s200/100_2492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s fun to see everybody. Even though I don't know 3/4 of them. (&lt;em&gt;probably more&lt;/em&gt;) Here's Hallie and Uncle Steve at the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And Cole cuddling with Aunt Cari. What a sweetie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all - it turned out to be a really fun day. We finished up the reunion that night at Aunt Mary Lou's for an all adult dinner. It was fun to get together with that side of that family and see how everyone was doing. And of course we did some fireworks again that night down and Jake and Angie's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... to finish the week off, we went out to Rob &amp;amp; Mary's for little Joshua's baby blessing. It turned out to be a fun-filled week with family &amp;amp; friends. I think I'll try and stay home a little this week. (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;**Looking forward to seeing my cutest little niece and nephew from Arizona this week! Can't wait to squeeze 'em!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-3719238191046963522?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/3719238191046963522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=3719238191046963522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/3719238191046963522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/3719238191046963522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SHFNVuRdZ9I/AAAAAAAAANs/erBZ2DGHQoc/s72-c/100_2433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-5238953688661422312</id><published>2008-07-05T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:34:22.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG this!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so apparently I've been "&lt;em&gt;tagged&lt;/em&gt;" and I'm just learning what that is. So, I am finally doing this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;JOYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fresh Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Losing a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deep waters / drowning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Disappointing loved ones &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I have issues)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;GOALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Be a better mom &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&amp;amp; wife, daughter, sister, friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Get Healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Get Organized!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;CURRENT OBSESSIONS/COLLECTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Taking pictures of EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Recipes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(even though I never make them)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Blogging!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RANDOM FACTS (Maybe you don't know) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;I am incredibly uptight - I have issues staying calm about most things. And unfortunately the ones I love suffer because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't say no (but I'm trying!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I loveBRIGHT COLORS!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok, Angie! Hope I did it right. I have no clue what I'm doing. So... now I tag Mark, Dawnell &amp;amp; Teri! TAG - YOU'RE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-5238953688661422312?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/5238953688661422312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=5238953688661422312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5238953688661422312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5238953688661422312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/07/tag-this.html' title='TAG this!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-4348295147129366993</id><published>2008-07-01T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:24.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUN in the SUN'/><title type='text'>FUN in the SUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnpWcgWgWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4rAXl3DN9d8/s1600-h/100_2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217958215103709538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnpWcgWgWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4rAXl3DN9d8/s200/100_2380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnm9Wjgh0I/AAAAAAAAALw/ovzoWx1nTz4/s1600-h/100_2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217955584986351426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnm9Wjgh0I/AAAAAAAAALw/ovzoWx1nTz4/s200/100_2388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnm9236asI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xxLckwJ0UP0/s1600-h/100_2391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217955593661868738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnm9236asI/AAAAAAAAAL4/xxLckwJ0UP0/s200/100_2391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnm-L3iajI/AAAAAAAAAMA/03mOl21PAgk/s1600-h/100_2399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217955599297440306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnm-L3iajI/AAAAAAAAAMA/03mOl21PAgk/s200/100_2399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, this is what you call a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;POOL PARTY&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; folks! We had ourselves a blast on Saturday at the Allen's Pool Party! This was the most amazing house with the funnest pool ever. As you can see, the waterslide kicked some major butt - and we stayed until Scott &amp;amp; Tina kicked us out. Mason and I went down the slide I think over a dozen times. We are lucky to have good friends who invite us to do such fun stuff. The kids had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnmF5gWxXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Q2_plH34SZs/s1600-h/100_2381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217954632295695730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnmF5gWxXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Q2_plH34SZs/s200/100_2381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnmGCmC2cI/AAAAAAAAALY/VXDOygNHXD4/s1600-h/100_2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217954634735475138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnmGCmC2cI/AAAAAAAAALY/VXDOygNHXD4/s200/100_2358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnmSI-E-AI/AAAAAAAAALg/uvWNfiQU8kE/s1600-h/100_2379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217954842605320194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnmSI-E-AI/AAAAAAAAALg/uvWNfiQU8kE/s200/100_2379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Cole's first swimming experience. He looked so dang cute in his little swimmin' suit. He had a blast and loved the water. (He fits right in to our little family of fish!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothin' like a day full of sun and water to really wear ya out!  Neeless to say, we were all pooped Saturday night.  (&lt;em&gt;we won't mention that we might not have made it to church on Sunday&lt;/em&gt;)  This made for a super fun weekend. Thanks, Scott and Tina - we had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BLAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnmSaAwk3I/AAAAAAAAALo/3fJhsNZ7ADE/s1600-h/100_2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217954847179969394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnmSaAwk3I/AAAAAAAAALo/3fJhsNZ7ADE/s200/100_2374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnpWLPXp-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/7lMyqQFvrnc/s1600-h/100_2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217958210469079010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnpWLPXp-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/7lMyqQFvrnc/s200/100_2396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2339746209835300828-4348295147129366993?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/4348295147129366993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=4348295147129366993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4348295147129366993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4348295147129366993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-in-sun.html' title='FUN in the SUN!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnpWcgWgWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4rAXl3DN9d8/s72-c/100_2380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-5859954470926550407</id><published>2008-07-01T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:25.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnkbj9iWmI/AAAAAAAAALA/xQTWrdqG3pI/s1600-h/100_2306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217952805446376034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnkbj9iWmI/AAAAAAAAALA/xQTWrdqG3pI/s200/100_2306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnjIeuRr_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/7C6ljwojJcs/s1600-h/100_2295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217951378111049714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnjIeuRr_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/7C6ljwojJcs/s200/100_2295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnjIyleWpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Lrv16bAU0Fs/s1600-h/100_2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217951383442840210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnjIyleWpI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Lrv16bAU0Fs/s200/100_2312.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;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnjJCRVmhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xLPM1clc7Ek/s1600-h/100_2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217951387653347858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnjJCRVmhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xLPM1clc7Ek/s200/100_2349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so you can't tell me that this isn't the cutest little ballerina you've ever seen! Her routine was called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ballerina Gets Funky&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(as if the costume doesn't say it all!) She was so stinking cute I could hardly stand it. I have to admit that when "&lt;em&gt;Miss Amy&lt;/em&gt;" (her dance teacher) gave us the costumes, I just looked at it and wondered "&lt;em&gt;what the heck am I supposed to do with this?&lt;/em&gt;" But when I put it all together and saw her in it, I just about died. And even though this is the only time she was allowed to wear this much make-up in public, I must say she looked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;smokin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! She was in heaven when I told her tha&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnjJZ5bqBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ugmcWpisw1M/s1600-h/100_2308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217951393995532306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnjJZ5bqBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ugmcWpisw1M/s200/100_2308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t Mommy was going to give her a make-over. (Let's just say that we don't do make-up too often around here - it makes a mess and stresses Mommy out) This was by far my favorite dance recital yet. She actually danced, as opposed to just standing there looking pretty while playing with her dress. (&lt;em&gt;see, Ross... those dance lessons really are paying off! ;)&lt;/em&gt; And of course, we had to give her a bouquet of flowers after her performance. She was so proud! Anyway, we are taking a break from dance for the summer, and we'll start back up in the fall. Swimming lessons and T-ball are about all Mommy can handle for right now.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnjJyUsivI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fQ22ka1x5U4/s1600-h/100_2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217951400552336114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnjJyUsivI/AAAAAAAAAK4/fQ22ka1x5U4/s200/100_2354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2339746209835300828-5859954470926550407?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/5859954470926550407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=5859954470926550407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5859954470926550407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/5859954470926550407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/07/tiny-dancer.html' title='Tiny Dancer'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGnkbj9iWmI/AAAAAAAAALA/xQTWrdqG3pI/s72-c/100_2306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-7206346897911954300</id><published>2008-06-24T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:25.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGHjvwzQfjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/e_y3W5T04cs/s1600-h/100_1682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215700253164994098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGHjvwzQfjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/e_y3W5T04cs/s200/100_1682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GRANDPA GORDY! WE LOVE YOU!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGHjwWMChoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vFjYBmYY0JI/s1600-h/100_1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215700263201048194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGHjwWMChoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/vFjYBmYY0JI/s200/100_1669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-7206346897911954300?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/7206346897911954300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=7206346897911954300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/7206346897911954300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/7206346897911954300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-grandpa-gordy-we-love.html' title=''/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGHjvwzQfjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/e_y3W5T04cs/s72-c/100_1682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-4829259057560685815</id><published>2008-06-24T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:26.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Lessons - (it's rough)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGHh439KIWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-zP7v7ZjEvI/s1600-h/100_2119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215698210681135458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGHh439KIWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-zP7v7ZjEvI/s200/100_2119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGHh5hJEUeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/B4cF6At7Rok/s1600-h/100_2124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215698221736940002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGHh5hJEUeI/AAAAAAAAAJw/B4cF6At7Rok/s200/100_2124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGHh6x4eMNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oh_Cggxq1V0/s1600-h/100_2283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215698243410604242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGHh6x4eMNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/oh_Cggxq1V0/s200/100_2283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What have I been up to the past few weeks, you ask? I'll tell you - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;swimming lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Now most of you may assume that there must be other things taking up Amy's time besides swimming lessons... but you would be assuming wrong. Let's just say that when the lessons are from noon - 1:00 - every single day for two weeks it tends to consume your whole day. How does that work.? Well, now there's no need to remind y'all that mornings just aren't my thing - so needless to say, just simply getting up, feeding the kids and getting us all to swimming by noon is more than enough to fill up my mornings! And then after an hour of cheering on my 2 swimmers, hauling them home (wet), bathing them and getting them dressed and ready for the re&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGHh5W8bLFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Rv5ev1DOLsw/s1600-h/100_2120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215698218999557202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGHh5W8bLFI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Rv5ev1DOLsw/s200/100_2120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;st of the day - I'm pooped! I might as well call it a day, because anything else I accomplish is a miracle. So, when Ross gets home and asks me what we did - and &lt;u&gt;every single day&lt;/u&gt; I say "we went to swimming lessons" - what can I say, I'm lucky we did that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, on the bright side... the kids are doing awesome at swimming! Bar a few days of bribery to get th&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGHh6XsLtfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/F1wmrIZj4zc/s1600-h/100_2270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215698236379739634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGHh6XsLtfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/F1wmrIZj4zc/s200/100_2270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;em to lay on their backs and threatening them to get them to go in the deep end - they've done excellent! I'm very proud of my little fishies. They can definately hold their own. They've worked hard and faced their fears and I really believe that our consistency has paid off. So yeah! (pat myself on the back) We did it! And now we get a week off! Unfortunately, my week off will be spent away from my kids at Girl's Camp - but what d' ya do? The blessings will follow, I'm sure! Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-4829259057560685815?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/4829259057560685815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=4829259057560685815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4829259057560685815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4829259057560685815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/swimming-lessons-its-rough.html' title='Swimming Lessons - (it&apos;s rough)'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SGHh439KIWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-zP7v7ZjEvI/s72-c/100_2119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-6967781629256264578</id><published>2008-06-20T00:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:54:29.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ec.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791328530156&amp;amp;site=widget-ec.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791328530156&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ec.slide.com/p1/2522015791328530156/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtWjfVRBcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OoPUOJjpCrI/s200/101_0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so all I hear these days is "blog" this and "blog" that... so here I am gettin' my "blog"on. I put it off for so long, because I figured I didn't know how. But, then I remembered my favorite little train who made it up that darn hill (or whatever it was he was trying to do), and I told myself, "I think I can!" And looky looky! Amy's got a blog! Cuz "everybody's doin' it" - and what can I say? I like to fit in! I must say, though ... my buddy Ang was my biggest inspiration. So, thanks Ang, babe! Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;So... don't set your expectations too high, and I'll do my best to make this exciting. I do enjoy this kind of a thing. I must say, it's right up my ally. Although, as many of you are aware - I am a bit of a perfectionist. Okay, let's be honest - I'm OCD and if it aint done right - I aint gonna do it! So, I'm obsessing a little bit over this whole blog thing and can't get it to work out just the way I want it to. Like, for instance - why are the font choices so limited? I am a font girl, and I need cute fonts in order to really enjoy this blogging experience. If anyone can give me some insight regarding this matter, it would be much appreciated. So, anyway - here's' my blog. It's under construction and bound to change a million times before I get it right. But - enjoy... or don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-8983805470480853998?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/8983805470480853998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=8983805470480853998' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8983805470480853998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8983805470480853998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-i-can_19.html' title='I think I can!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtWjfVRBcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OoPUOJjpCrI/s72-c/101_0490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-7577214716025478139</id><published>2008-06-19T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:27.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtTbwAY-MI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_dfAB8XobR8/s1600-h/100_1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213852729819592898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtTbwAY-MI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_dfAB8XobR8/s200/100_1758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtTcdKmMuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Stj_97AVhvw/s1600-h/100_1759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213852741941998306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtTcdKmMuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Stj_97AVhvw/s200/100_1759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mason  kicked some butt playing with the "White Wolves" this year.  He really enjoyed it and tried hard this time.  And Mason once again grew up a little more and learned to ride his bike without training wheels.  For a while there, I didn't think we'd get him off of it.  I think he would have slept with the darn bike if he could.  Just more of those moments that you wish you could pause!  We have a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtTcl2vWpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Y_IG3XyCvpE/s1600-h/100_1902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213852744274631314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtTcl2vWpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Y_IG3XyCvpE/s200/100_1902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtTc_PQXfI/AAAAAAAAAII/wljqq6hbn80/s1600-h/100_1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213852751088344562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtTc_PQXfI/AAAAAAAAAII/wljqq6hbn80/s200/100_1907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-7577214716025478139?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/7577214716025478139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=7577214716025478139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/7577214716025478139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/7577214716025478139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/lifes-good.html' title='Life&apos;s good.'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtTbwAY-MI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_dfAB8XobR8/s72-c/100_1758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-3948016397638980337</id><published>2008-06-19T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:27.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Christmas present EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtQgXTe0eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Iax3i0FJaio/s1600-h/101_0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213849510553244130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtQgXTe0eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Iax3i0FJaio/s200/101_0854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtQgiiKo-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/GQ9yRwmTR_A/s1600-h/101_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213849513567626210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtQgiiKo-I/AAAAAAAAAHY/GQ9yRwmTR_A/s200/101_0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtQhGNs1sI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Yt_QRyEf-vs/s1600-h/101_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213849523145463490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtQhGNs1sI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Yt_QRyEf-vs/s200/101_0886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On December 20th, we were blessed with our best Christmas present ever... our new baby brother! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cole Ross Clark&lt;/span&gt; weighed 7 lbs 7 oz and was 20 1/2 inches long. What a blessing... I couldn't have asked for a better Christmas!  I got home from the hospital the day before Christmas Eve and our house has been filled with joy ever since.  It's amazing how your heart can equally love each one of your children.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-3948016397638980337?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/3948016397638980337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=3948016397638980337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/3948016397638980337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/3948016397638980337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-christmas-present-ever.html' title='Best Christmas present EVER!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtQgXTe0eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Iax3i0FJaio/s72-c/101_0854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-4907986825889998953</id><published>2008-06-19T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:28.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtOGX8ja8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/SZNYbCbL5nM/s1600-h/101_0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213846865025657794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtOGX8ja8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/SZNYbCbL5nM/s200/101_0844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So this was the first year without tears on Santa's lap! I couldn't believe it. I really thought Hallie would break down. But she was a trooper. Maybe she was in shock - who knows? Regardless... I'm super glad we had smiles this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtOGkI-cXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-6vAcFBTFkM/s1600-h/101_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213846868298985842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtOGkI-cXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/-6vAcFBTFkM/s200/101_0846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mason asked for a football costume and Hal wanted "pretty lips" (&lt;em&gt;which of course means lip gloss, not plastic surgery&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/2339746209835300828-4907986825889998953?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/4907986825889998953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=4907986825889998953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4907986825889998953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4907986825889998953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/santa-claus.html' title='Santa Claus'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtOGX8ja8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/SZNYbCbL5nM/s72-c/101_0844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-8998320808064944187</id><published>2008-06-19T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:28.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S N O W</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtNBF-vyzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kNrfjCGGsZQ/s1600-h/100_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213845674792045362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtNBF-vyzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kNrfjCGGsZQ/s200/100_0909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtNBbZpI_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Co3uZQmlK-s/s1600-h/100_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213845680542000114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtNBbZpI_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Co3uZQmlK-s/s200/100_0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So the snowman on the left was the original one built by Mason and Grandpa Gordy... but of course Daddy couldn't be outdone by grandpa, so he and Mason built a bigger one!  We love the snow!  Utah is a great place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtNBzeBA5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/P63is3sOmzg/s1600-h/100_0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213845687002792850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtNBzeBA5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/P63is3sOmzg/s200/100_0928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtNCKheeHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_pwRNSYzCu8/s1600-h/100_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtNCeZtk7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/gASLdyrS40o/s1600-h/101_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213845698527466418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtNCeZtk7I/AAAAAAAAAGg/gASLdyrS40o/s200/101_0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-8998320808064944187?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/8998320808064944187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=8998320808064944187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8998320808064944187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8998320808064944187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/s-n-o-w.html' title='S N O W'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtNBF-vyzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/kNrfjCGGsZQ/s72-c/100_0909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-1298801913584848073</id><published>2008-06-19T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:29.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little Gracie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtLFTl36TI/AAAAAAAAAFY/k4YHw13Y5iw/s1600-h/101_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213843548142037298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtLFTl36TI/AAAAAAAAAFY/k4YHw13Y5iw/s200/101_0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtLFlMuuMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9Co82u_aegg/s1600-h/101_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213843552868415682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtLFlMuuMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9Co82u_aegg/s200/101_0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtLF31VYfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/L-yI2f-bip8/s1600-h/101_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213843557870559730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtLF31VYfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/L-yI2f-bip8/s200/101_0781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtLGLifg7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZTIv02e_BP8/s1600-h/101_0752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213843563160241074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtLGLifg7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZTIv02e_BP8/s200/101_0752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtLGfe_QxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/yUwBTnHZCB0/s1600-h/101_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213843568514253586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtLGfe_QxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/yUwBTnHZCB0/s200/101_0803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hallie Grace Clark - What a gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-1298801913584848073?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/1298801913584848073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=1298801913584848073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1298801913584848073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1298801913584848073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-little-gracie.html' title='Our little Gracie!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtLFTl36TI/AAAAAAAAAFY/k4YHw13Y5iw/s72-c/101_0722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-1158869664698028320</id><published>2008-06-19T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:29.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella &amp; Spiderman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtJGJPdlNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FWsgwS-RJwA/s1600-h/101_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213841363520296146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtJGJPdlNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FWsgwS-RJwA/s200/101_0674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtJGtpDqaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nY58CPGMUfw/s1600-h/101_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213841373291325858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtJGtpDqaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nY58CPGMUfw/s200/101_0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtJG40ZwdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iP7FeH0aZBQ/s1600-h/101_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213841376291701202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtJG40ZwdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iP7FeH0aZBQ/s200/101_0689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtJHIvUZdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kt0pEqXLNHM/s1600-h/101_0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213841380565345746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtJHIvUZdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kt0pEqXLNHM/s200/101_0690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's cooler than a superhero and a princess?  I can't think of anything!  Needless to say, we had one killer halloween! (even though mommy was 7 1/2 months pregnant)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-1158869664698028320?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/1158869664698028320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=1158869664698028320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1158869664698028320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/1158869664698028320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/cinderella-spiderman.html' title='Cinderella &amp; Spiderman'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtJGJPdlNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/FWsgwS-RJwA/s72-c/101_0674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-964870750144856022</id><published>2008-06-19T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:29.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARIZONA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtG8uqpfMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CRWzAHWK0a4/s1600-h/101_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213839002744487106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtG8uqpfMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CRWzAHWK0a4/s320/101_0653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We went to ARIZONA in October to see Grandma and Grandpa and our cousins!  This is Mason &amp;amp; Hals with Landon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-964870750144856022?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/964870750144856022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=964870750144856022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/964870750144856022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/964870750144856022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/arizona.html' title='ARIZONA'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtG8uqpfMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CRWzAHWK0a4/s72-c/101_0653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-8315781895363792010</id><published>2008-06-19T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:30.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallie the Ballerina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtDOPqPpcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uK5nSJl8sjQ/s1600-h/101_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213834905612428738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtDOPqPpcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uK5nSJl8sjQ/s200/101_0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtDOavpJFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/au-EA5Rytcw/s1600-h/101_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213834908587861074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtDOavpJFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/au-EA5Rytcw/s200/101_0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hallie often gets lost in the mix of things, patiently living in the shadow of her big brother.  So, we finally put her in dance last October.  And of course... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she is a natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!  Princesses usually are pretty good dancers.  No, but really... without sounding too bias - she has some talent.  She may not show it in public, but the girl has skills!  Anyway, she loves dance, and we are very proud of her.  This is her on her first day of dance!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtDOwf4pmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EPmYku-B8EM/s1600-h/101_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213834914427348578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtDOwf4pmI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EPmYku-B8EM/s200/101_0646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-8315781895363792010?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/8315781895363792010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=8315781895363792010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8315781895363792010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8315781895363792010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/hallie-ballerina.html' title='Hallie the Ballerina!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtDOPqPpcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uK5nSJl8sjQ/s72-c/101_0638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-6690139310488403256</id><published>2008-06-19T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:30.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st Day of Kindergarten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtAlMNqVjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7fyMzENu_vw/s1600-h/101_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213832001289344562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtAlMNqVjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7fyMzENu_vw/s200/101_0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtAlc3aRYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/btFcOL3iRiw/s1600-h/101_0626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213832005759419778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtAlc3aRYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/btFcOL3iRiw/s200/101_0626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Would it qualify me as nuts if I told you that I have tears in my eyes just looking at these? This day may very well qualify as the saddest day of my life, thus far!  Okay, so it was bitter-sweet (heavy on the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bitter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!), but I may have cried myself out of tears that day!  My little Mason grew up overnight!  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How does that happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Is there a way we can push "pause" so that we don't miss anything?  I truly can't think too much about it, or I go into depression.  I love this kid!  He's been my best bud for as long as I can remember! &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/2339746209835300828-6690139310488403256?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/6690139310488403256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=6690139310488403256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6690139310488403256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/6690139310488403256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/1st-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='The 1st Day of Kindergarten!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFtAlMNqVjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7fyMzENu_vw/s72-c/101_0609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-4689612132039523164</id><published>2008-06-19T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:30.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemonade, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs9XdqIw_I/AAAAAAAAADw/2_MbKhAN6eI/s1600-h/101_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213828466919130098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs9XdqIw_I/AAAAAAAAADw/2_MbKhAN6eI/s200/101_0605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs9XnMDEiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8dR3kFK3gJ0/s1600-h/101_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;So what if we had to call a few people and beg them to drive by our lemonade stand?  Our stand wasn't exactly on a main road, ok? Mason and his girls, Belle and Laney, they know how to make a slammin' glass of lemonade.  (&lt;em&gt;with fresh lemons, of course - nice touch, Ang!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/2339746209835300828-4689612132039523164?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/4689612132039523164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=4689612132039523164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4689612132039523164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4689612132039523164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/lemonade-anyone.html' title='Lemonade, Anyone?'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs9XdqIw_I/AAAAAAAAADw/2_MbKhAN6eI/s72-c/101_0605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-8460503333000914340</id><published>2008-06-19T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:31.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.U.N</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs6H16Yt3I/AAAAAAAAADI/DWtna0N5Ih8/s1600-h/101_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213824900016945010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs6H16Yt3I/AAAAAAAAADI/DWtna0N5Ih8/s200/101_0568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs6IFkpfTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Vb_gtt7Lqaw/s1600-h/101_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213824904220736818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs6IFkpfTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Vb_gtt7Lqaw/s200/101_0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs6IuUYQTI/AAAAAAAAADY/tKYHpKOiupk/s1600-h/101_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213824915158352178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs6IuUYQTI/AAAAAAAAADY/tKYHpKOiupk/s200/101_0574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs6I7-ZXAI/AAAAAAAAADg/XuapyXf8Jqg/s1600-h/101_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213824918824246274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs6I7-ZXAI/AAAAAAAAADg/XuapyXf8Jqg/s200/101_0576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs6Je3HyXI/AAAAAAAAADo/N0hhNCdQonM/s1600-h/101_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213824928188975474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs6Je3HyXI/AAAAAAAAADo/N0hhNCdQonM/s200/101_0577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's right! We ride 4-wheelers, and fish too. We are very well rounded. You name it - we do it. The Clarks = F.U.N.&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/2339746209835300828-8460503333000914340?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/8460503333000914340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=8460503333000914340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8460503333000914340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/8460503333000914340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/thats-right-we-ride-4-wheelers-and-fish.html' title='F.U.N'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs6H16Yt3I/AAAAAAAAADI/DWtna0N5Ih8/s72-c/101_0568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-7107967251974622311</id><published>2008-06-19T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:31.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 2007'/><title type='text'>Why Purple?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFszmXQa_9I/AAAAAAAAACg/kdOwbgTG2Xo/s1600-h/101_0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213817727782420434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFszmXQa_9I/AAAAAAAAACg/kdOwbgTG2Xo/s200/101_0540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFszm5nqw4I/AAAAAAAAACo/epQ74aRhRlM/s1600-h/101_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213817737006728066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFszm5nqw4I/AAAAAAAAACo/epQ74aRhRlM/s200/101_0542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I always give Ross crap because he refuses to pick up a camera. That's why there are far more pictures with "Daddy" than there are with "Mommy". It's a rough life for me ... ha ha! Love ya babe! Daddy &amp;amp; Hallie at the Zoo about a year ago. We love the Zoo! And or course Mason (in perfect form, I might add) kickin' butt for the "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Purple Dragons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". I probably don't have to tell you that he was devastated to have to be the purple team. Th&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs0lUNVRgI/AAAAAAAAACw/tWEaWLBolBY/s1600-h/101_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213818809295914498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs0lUNVRgI/AAAAAAAAACw/tWEaWLBolBY/s200/101_0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e poor kid never gets the color he wants! "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;life's tough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs0lwxQIKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/EY-JLXL2Jns/s1600-h/101_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213818816962764962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFs0lwxQIKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/EY-JLXL2Jns/s200/101_0560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-7107967251974622311?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/7107967251974622311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=7107967251974622311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/7107967251974622311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/7107967251974622311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-always-give-ross-crap-because-he.html' title='Why Purple?'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFszmXQa_9I/AAAAAAAAACg/kdOwbgTG2Xo/s72-c/101_0540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-4370342605409490242</id><published>2008-06-19T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:57:32.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFswqNulhiI/AAAAAAAAABo/Gp7I0xbYdWk/s1600-h/101_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213814495409178146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFswqNulhiI/AAAAAAAAABo/Gp7I0xbYdWk/s320/101_0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFswqeR60NI/AAAAAAAAABw/VCVB56dK8dU/s1600-h/101_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFswqrruq1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/auN-K14VOc4/s1600-h/101_0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFswrB3JIVI/AAAAAAAAACA/PBJ40cYxIW8/s1600-h/101_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFswrTiXpWI/AAAAAAAAACI/NUjsCqdBvC8/s1600-h/101_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, as it turns out I'm a bit of a "picture taker". If I could organize myself enough to get myself into photography, I would do it. But I'm certain that is not in my near future, so for now I just do the best that I can. So since I've lost so much time in the "bloggin' world", I thought I would share a few pictures from the past year or so ... so I give you ... US!&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/2339746209835300828-4370342605409490242?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/4370342605409490242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=4370342605409490242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4370342605409490242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4370342605409490242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/rewind.html' title='Rewind'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SFswqNulhiI/AAAAAAAAABo/Gp7I0xbYdWk/s72-c/101_0490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2339746209835300828.post-4035785598966653825</id><published>2008-06-17T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:05:51.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I can!</title><content type='html'>Okay so all I hear these days is "&lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt;" this and "&lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt;" that... so here I am gettin' my "blog"on. I put it off for so long, because I figured I didn't know how. But, then I remembered my favorite little train who made it up that darn hill (or whatever it was he was trying to do), and I told myself, "&lt;em&gt;I think I can&lt;/em&gt;!" And looky looky! Amy's got a blog! Cuz "&lt;em&gt;everybody's doin' it&lt;/em&gt;" - and what can I say? I like to fit in! I must say, though ... my buddy Ang was my biggest inspiration. So, thanks Ang, babe! Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... don't set your expectations too high, and I'll do my best to make this exciting. I do enjoy this kind of a thing. I must say, it's right up my ally. Although, as many of you are aware - I am a bit of a perfectionist. Okay, let's be honest - I'm OCD and &lt;em&gt;if it aint done right - I aint gonna do it&lt;/em&gt;! So, I'm obsessing a little bit over this whole blog thing and can't get it to work out just the way I want it to. Like, for instance - why are the font choices so limited? I am a font girl, and I need cute fonts in order to really enjoy this blogging experience. If anyone can give me some insight regarding this matter, it would be much appreciated. So, anyway - here's' my blog. It's under construction and bound to change a million times before I get it right. But - enjoy... or don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2339746209835300828-4035785598966653825?l=smileyames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/feeds/4035785598966653825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2339746209835300828&amp;postID=4035785598966653825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4035785598966653825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2339746209835300828/posts/default/4035785598966653825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyames.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-i-can.html' title='I think I can!'/><author><name>AMES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02787806195520970865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8-d_eQAIBc/SOrpap-kCOI/AAAAAAAABWk/2h7K4_Qa6_k/S220/102_4519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
