<?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-18614334</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:02:41.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Holly</title><subtitle type='html'>Want to know what is going on in my life?  You may or may not find it it here....I tend to blog only when I feel like it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-4707740456034474307</id><published>2008-05-10T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:43:12.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going home!</title><content type='html'>Oh home sweet home!  I am going to Iowa on Thursday!  And I cannot tell you how excited I am.  I have not been home in a while and I am looking forward to it.  So, if you read this and want to see me give me a call or send me an email!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-4707740456034474307?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/4707740456034474307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=4707740456034474307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4707740456034474307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4707740456034474307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2008/05/going-home.html' title='Going home!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-6993620716633842568</id><published>2008-02-29T16:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:26:56.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the cutest pictures ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8iQRjfywnI/AAAAAAAAAxo/eHElLnblpeY/s1600-h/l_32516795978b56b6049653a75c73648f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8iQRjfywnI/AAAAAAAAAxo/eHElLnblpeY/s400/l_32516795978b56b6049653a75c73648f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172542803295781490" 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/18614334-6993620716633842568?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/6993620716633842568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=6993620716633842568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/6993620716633842568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/6993620716633842568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-of-cutest-pictures-ever.html' title='One of the cutest pictures ever!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8iQRjfywnI/AAAAAAAAAxo/eHElLnblpeY/s72-c/l_32516795978b56b6049653a75c73648f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-6007179178077630154</id><published>2008-02-27T15:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:26:56.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing house photos.</title><content type='html'>After I posted the pictures of the house before, I realized that there were a few views missing.  Including the outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front of the house.  And yes that is a PROUD Hawkeye flag in the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8XmuY4lrBI/AAAAAAAAAxA/tQlUIlupNWA/s1600-h/IMG_1726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8XmuY4lrBI/AAAAAAAAAxA/tQlUIlupNWA/s400/IMG_1726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171793431733054482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stairway.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8Xrto4lrCI/AAAAAAAAAxI/CNFYLCMgg5I/s1600-h/IMG_1729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8Xrto4lrCI/AAAAAAAAAxI/CNFYLCMgg5I/s400/IMG_1729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171798916406291490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8Xruo4lrDI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/LW-7zf7Ygvs/s1600-h/IMG_1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8Xruo4lrDI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/LW-7zf7Ygvs/s400/IMG_1730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171798933586160690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs half bath.  It is difficult taking pictures in a room that small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8Xru44lrEI/AAAAAAAAAxY/f3yTBLUSpUo/s1600-h/IMG_1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8Xru44lrEI/AAAAAAAAAxY/f3yTBLUSpUo/s400/IMG_1732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171798937881128002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8Xrvo4lrFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/0vqJGKT1F18/s1600-h/IMG_1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8Xrvo4lrFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/0vqJGKT1F18/s400/IMG_1733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171798950766029906" 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/18614334-6007179178077630154?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/6007179178077630154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=6007179178077630154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/6007179178077630154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/6007179178077630154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2008/02/missing-house-photos.html' title='Missing house photos.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8XmuY4lrBI/AAAAAAAAAxA/tQlUIlupNWA/s72-c/IMG_1726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-3234245132320213680</id><published>2008-02-24T18:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:26:58.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Hayden is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 24, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8IhM44lq6I/AAAAAAAAAwI/w-Tq7qtFVD0/s1600-h/IMG_1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8IhM44lq6I/AAAAAAAAAwI/w-Tq7qtFVD0/s400/IMG_1705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170731827486632866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:11am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8IhNI4lq7I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Qbz4hefHRcc/s1600-h/IMG_1711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8IhNI4lq7I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Qbz4hefHRcc/s400/IMG_1711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170731831781600178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 pounds 0 ounces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8IhOI4lq8I/AAAAAAAAAwY/s1vtwWqop-M/s1600-h/IMG_1712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8IhOI4lq8I/AAAAAAAAAwY/s1vtwWqop-M/s400/IMG_1712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170731848961469378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21 inches long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8IhO44lq9I/AAAAAAAAAwg/-i-EGLWB6Hg/s1600-h/IMG_1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8IhO44lq9I/AAAAAAAAAwg/-i-EGLWB6Hg/s400/IMG_1714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170731861846371282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 inch head circumference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8IhPY4lq-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/HDx3800Yt6Y/s1600-h/IMG_1716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8IhPY4lq-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/HDx3800Yt6Y/s400/IMG_1716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170731870436305890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8Imco4lrAI/AAAAAAAAAw4/1GyBAydheq0/s1600-h/IMG_1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8Imco4lrAI/AAAAAAAAAw4/1GyBAydheq0/s400/IMG_1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170737595627711490" 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/18614334-3234245132320213680?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/3234245132320213680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=3234245132320213680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/3234245132320213680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/3234245132320213680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-hayden-is-here.html' title='Baby Hayden is here!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R8IhM44lq6I/AAAAAAAAAwI/w-Tq7qtFVD0/s72-c/IMG_1705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-796305926136079280</id><published>2008-02-03T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:01.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've moved in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on in!  This is what you will see when you walk through the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6Zs0X6hMGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/0corJhaSb1c/s1600-h/IMG_1677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6Zs0X6hMGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/0corJhaSb1c/s400/IMG_1677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162933669855309922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take a seat in the great room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6Zs1X6hMII/AAAAAAAAAvc/ZO8-8IfgjFU/s1600-h/IMG_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6Zs1X6hMII/AAAAAAAAAvc/ZO8-8IfgjFU/s400/IMG_1679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162933687035179138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6Zs036hMHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/UVkhJh5UK7E/s1600-h/IMG_1678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6Zs036hMHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/UVkhJh5UK7E/s400/IMG_1678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162933678445244530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feel free to enjoy some tv.   Rob and Big anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6Zs1n6hMJI/AAAAAAAAAvk/_BhLQsZIuSg/s1600-h/IMG_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6Zs1n6hMJI/AAAAAAAAAvk/_BhLQsZIuSg/s400/IMG_1680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162933691330146450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If our first night of people over is a sign of things to come, people will tend to gather in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZqUX6hMCI/AAAAAAAAAus/axSrhiPHR9M/s1600-h/IMG_1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZqUX6hMCI/AAAAAAAAAus/axSrhiPHR9M/s400/IMG_1673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162930921076240418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a quieter place, you might check out the den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZqU36hMDI/AAAAAAAAAu0/2yG2n_sZ-rQ/s1600-h/IMG_1674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZqU36hMDI/AAAAAAAAAu0/2yG2n_sZ-rQ/s400/IMG_1674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162930929666175026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZqVH6hMEI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Emy-OjVdS8g/s1600-h/IMG_1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZqVH6hMEI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Emy-OjVdS8g/s400/IMG_1675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162930933961142338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are lucky you might get to go upstairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZqT36hMBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/kRBk5SDIpWk/s1600-h/IMG_1672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZqT36hMBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/kRBk5SDIpWk/s400/IMG_1672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162930912486305810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the view from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZnPH6hL7I/AAAAAAAAAt0/24HmoRA4cQI/s1600-h/IMG_1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZnPH6hL7I/AAAAAAAAAt0/24HmoRA4cQI/s400/IMG_1666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162927532347043762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZpDn6hL8I/AAAAAAAAAt8/eAs1CmNhERQ/s1600-h/IMG_1667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZpDn6hL8I/AAAAAAAAAt8/eAs1CmNhERQ/s400/IMG_1667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162929533801803714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel's room.  I know, I know.  She is working on it.  She wants new linens before she paints her walls.  Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZpEX6hL-I/AAAAAAAAAuM/BFv3biy-tTE/s1600-h/IMG_1669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZpEX6hL-I/AAAAAAAAAuM/BFv3biy-tTE/s400/IMG_1669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162929546686705634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZpE36hL_I/AAAAAAAAAuU/7ssjoN-I6oA/s1600-h/IMG_1670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZpE36hL_I/AAAAAAAAAuU/7ssjoN-I6oA/s400/IMG_1670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162929555276640242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZpFH6hMAI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QGn3Q7UwW5I/s1600-h/IMG_1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZpFH6hMAI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QGn3Q7UwW5I/s400/IMG_1671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162929559571607554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her bathroom does look very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZpEH6hL9I/AAAAAAAAAuE/NVL8N_JIlaU/s1600-h/IMG_1668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZpEH6hL9I/AAAAAAAAAuE/NVL8N_JIlaU/s400/IMG_1668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162929542391738322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guest room/Megan's future room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6Zttn6hMLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/wQXW8qqyLPc/s1600-h/IMG_1682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6Zttn6hMLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/wQXW8qqyLPc/s400/IMG_1682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162934653402820786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6Ztt36hMMI/AAAAAAAAAv8/cY3SX5E0vBI/s1600-h/IMG_1683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6Ztt36hMMI/AAAAAAAAAv8/cY3SX5E0vBI/s400/IMG_1683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162934657697788098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room!  With some new furniture.  I do have a bedside table coming.  Right now the rubbermaid tub is working fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZnNX6hL3I/AAAAAAAAAtU/3PnoXg6WCo0/s1600-h/IMG_1660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZnNX6hL3I/AAAAAAAAAtU/3PnoXg6WCo0/s400/IMG_1660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162927502282272626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZnN36hL4I/AAAAAAAAAtc/1uefGw6M5aE/s1600-h/IMG_1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZnN36hL4I/AAAAAAAAAtc/1uefGw6M5aE/s400/IMG_1661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162927510872207234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZnOH6hL5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/A0snP8lt--4/s1600-h/IMG_1662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZnOH6hL5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/A0snP8lt--4/s400/IMG_1662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162927515167174546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My closet.  It is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZnOX6hL6I/AAAAAAAAAts/Vatkgm3DQbc/s1600-h/IMG_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6ZnOX6hL6I/AAAAAAAAAts/Vatkgm3DQbc/s400/IMG_1663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162927519462141858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, thanks for taking a look!  Can't wait for everyone to see it in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6Zs2H6hMKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/9I8i-x34FFM/s1600-h/IMG_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6Zs2H6hMKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/9I8i-x34FFM/s400/IMG_1681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162933699920081058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-796305926136079280?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/796305926136079280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=796305926136079280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/796305926136079280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/796305926136079280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2008/02/weve-moved-in.html' title='We&apos;ve moved in!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R6Zs0X6hMGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/0corJhaSb1c/s72-c/IMG_1677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-2407569649035554900</id><published>2008-01-28T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:00:45.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Baby!</title><content type='html'>I spent New Year's in Las Vegas.  We did not take very many pictures this time.  But we did have a great time.  This is the one picture I have of one of our dress up nights.  This was from the night we went to Tryst at the Wynn.  I think it was the prettiest club I have ever been in.  We left the boys to themselves that night.  The next night Nancy and I went to LAX at Luxor.  That club was crazy packed.  They kept announcing the celebrities that came in.  I did not see any of those and there were so many people there we couldn't even make it to the dance floor.  We looked super cute, but don't have a picture.  Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R4K5bJ93-qI/AAAAAAAAAtM/U2Z5vX3u7zk/s1600-h/IMG_1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R4K5bJ93-qI/AAAAAAAAAtM/U2Z5vX3u7zk/s400/IMG_1605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152884799848315554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's eve was yard drink night.  If you can't tell our drinks are sitting on the floor.  It is probably not a great idea to drink something that is more than half of your height.  At least it was the only thing I drank and it took me all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R4K5Zp93-nI/AAAAAAAAAs0/pheHN6p6LLI/s1600-h/IMG_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R4K5Zp93-nI/AAAAAAAAAs0/pheHN6p6LLI/s400/IMG_1607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152884774078511730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures from the last night there.  Nancy and I before we went out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R4K5aJ93-oI/AAAAAAAAAs8/B2T7YfflfGU/s1600-h/IMG_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R4K5aJ93-oI/AAAAAAAAAs8/B2T7YfflfGU/s400/IMG_1610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152884782668446338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The half yard drinks that we got on Freemont Street.  It was fun to check out Old Vegas.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R4K5ap93-pI/AAAAAAAAAtE/SYNf-bQnkLU/s1600-h/IMG_1611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R4K5ap93-pI/AAAAAAAAAtE/SYNf-bQnkLU/s400/IMG_1611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152884791258380946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least, I got a GREAT  surprise.  Before I went to Vegas, I kept trying to convince Paul to come with us.  He kept saying that he didn't think he could go.  Seriously I bugged him about it nearly every day for a week.  So I was quite pleased to get a text asking if I was still awake.  I knew he had to be there.  This picture if from the night he surprised me.  We stayed up talking all night and checked out the  breakfast buffet.  My boy loves anything he can put gravy on. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R4K5XZ93-mI/AAAAAAAAAss/a69emHKA4LM/s1600-h/IMG_1606.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-2407569649035554900?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/2407569649035554900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=2407569649035554900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2407569649035554900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2407569649035554900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2008/01/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas Baby!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R4K5bJ93-qI/AAAAAAAAAtM/U2Z5vX3u7zk/s72-c/IMG_1605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-3700320740367459460</id><published>2008-01-20T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T17:26:29.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Hopps!</title><content type='html'>The downstairs is all painted now, thanks to the Hopps!  Woo hoo! Furniture comes on Tuesday.  We hope to have movers on Wednesday.  We should be all in by the end of the week.  I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-3700320740367459460?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/3700320740367459460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=3700320740367459460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/3700320740367459460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/3700320740367459460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2008/01/thanks-hopps.html' title='Thanks Hopps!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-2220066594636522742</id><published>2008-01-17T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T04:56:24.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>We signed our lives away and have received our keys!  The house if finally ours!  Pictures to come.  We bought 9 gallons of paint! Yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-2220066594636522742?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/2220066594636522742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=2220066594636522742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2220066594636522742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2220066594636522742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-2821292646218837071</id><published>2007-12-28T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:06.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinsey's 2 Cute Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kinsey had a great Christmas.  Sorry about the underlining. I cannot figure out how to turn it off.  Here are some pictures of her with her Barbie power wheels bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VFhJ93-hI/AAAAAAAAAsA/hrejlLBp0NU/s1600-h/IMG_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VFhJ93-hI/AAAAAAAAAsA/hrejlLBp0NU/s400/IMG_1589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149098184881469970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VFh593-iI/AAAAAAAAAsI/m4A__m8JB98/s1600-h/IMG_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VFh593-iI/AAAAAAAAAsI/m4A__m8JB98/s400/IMG_1595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149098197766371874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VFiJ93-jI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/lhyZ3ky1kYY/s1600-h/IMG_1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VFiJ93-jI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/lhyZ3ky1kYY/s400/IMG_1596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149098202061339186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VFip93-kI/AAAAAAAAAsY/jzaTttorVTM/s1600-h/IMG_1597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VFip93-kI/AAAAAAAAAsY/jzaTttorVTM/s400/IMG_1597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149098210651273794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VFi593-lI/AAAAAAAAAsg/2VI4eORfdos/s1600-h/IMG_1599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VFi593-lI/AAAAAAAAAsg/2VI4eORfdos/s400/IMG_1599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149098214946241106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opening presents.  Kinsey had spent some time with her mom's side of the family and so she was about done opening presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VELZ93-cI/AAAAAAAAArY/3FXF3ohUNXo/s1600-h/IMG_1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VELZ93-cI/AAAAAAAAArY/3FXF3ohUNXo/s400/IMG_1579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149096711707687362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VEL593-dI/AAAAAAAAArg/c9wEa-ZGY1E/s1600-h/IMG_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VEL593-dI/AAAAAAAAArg/c9wEa-ZGY1E/s400/IMG_1580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149096720297621970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was tired and started to take a nap in her swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VEMJ93-eI/AAAAAAAAAro/WZvi_hz3ScU/s1600-h/IMG_1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VEMJ93-eI/AAAAAAAAAro/WZvi_hz3ScU/s400/IMG_1584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149096724592589282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bobby and Tara got Kinsey some twin babies.  She loved on them like none other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VEMp93-fI/AAAAAAAAArw/FqWywpZN_rY/s1600-h/IMG_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VEMp93-fI/AAAAAAAAArw/FqWywpZN_rY/s400/IMG_1585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149096733182523890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VENJ93-gI/AAAAAAAAAr4/5DGVtisiLQE/s1600-h/IMG_1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VENJ93-gI/AAAAAAAAAr4/5DGVtisiLQE/s400/IMG_1586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149096741772458498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VBqZ93-XI/AAAAAAAAAqw/lv0pVYv7STI/s1600-h/IMG_1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VBqZ93-XI/AAAAAAAAAqw/lv0pVYv7STI/s400/IMG_1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149093945748748658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tricycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VBqp93-YI/AAAAAAAAAq4/slgBZqxESmM/s1600-h/IMG_1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VBqp93-YI/AAAAAAAAAq4/slgBZqxESmM/s400/IMG_1565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149093950043715970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinsey got a couple of balls.  She had a great time with those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VBrJ93-ZI/AAAAAAAAArA/wYg91CVo7eA/s1600-h/IMG_1570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VBrJ93-ZI/AAAAAAAAArA/wYg91CVo7eA/s400/IMG_1570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149093958633650578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VBrZ93-aI/AAAAAAAAArI/WJx3Ku14wlE/s1600-h/IMG_1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VBrZ93-aI/AAAAAAAAArI/WJx3Ku14wlE/s400/IMG_1572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149093962928617890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VBr593-bI/AAAAAAAAArQ/gTv86e8lc70/s1600-h/IMG_1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VBr593-bI/AAAAAAAAArQ/gTv86e8lc70/s400/IMG_1575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149093971518552498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinsey and Mama taking the powerwheels for a a spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VArp93-SI/AAAAAAAAAqI/0yQQWd2bscM/s1600-h/IMG_1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VArp93-SI/AAAAAAAAAqI/0yQQWd2bscM/s400/IMG_1550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149092867711957282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/12/kinseys-2-cute-christmas.html' title='Kinsey&apos;s 2 Cute Christmas!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R3VFhJ93-hI/AAAAAAAAAsA/hrejlLBp0NU/s72-c/IMG_1589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-7398855773014574278</id><published>2007-12-23T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:09.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30,000!</title><content type='html'>The other day Rachel got a phone call from the sale's rep where we are buying our house.  We stopped by the next day to find out that they are giving us $30,000 off the base price of our house.  Oh my goodness!  I almost cried.  Merry Christmas to us!!!  Here are the latest pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest update on the house is that they have installed the carpet.  Here is a close up of the tile and the carpet together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R27-_p93-QI/AAAAAAAAAp4/oCxVzlM2Jkk/s1600-h/IMG_1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147329053492508706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R278gJ93-CI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Xd7D4cCXw3s/s400/IMG_1528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The railing has been painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147331308350339250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R27-jZ93-LI/AAAAAAAAApQ/DLYS-POiXcY/s400/IMG_1537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147329074967345218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R278hZ93-EI/AAAAAAAAAoY/_RZS4NxEvNs/s400/IMG_1530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pictures of my bathroom.  They have installed all the lights and mirrors.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Also&lt;/span&gt; they put on the shower door and took out the protective plastic on the bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147330084284659810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R279cJ93-GI/AAAAAAAAAoo/r0q3VEb9rS8/s400/IMG_1532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147330092874594418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R279cp93-HI/AAAAAAAAAow/sawFSYzT8ZA/s400/IMG_1533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147329057787476018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R278gZ93-DI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/JHIw3VuyrDw/s400/IMG_1529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pictures of the carpeted rooms.  Starting with the den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147331316940273858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R27-j593-MI/AAAAAAAAApY/yRF7z-7tA_Q/s400/IMG_1539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My room.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147329079262312530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R278hp93-FI/AAAAAAAAAog/t-on1PThf1U/s400/IMG_1531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rachel's room.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147329044902574098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R278fp93-BI/AAAAAAAAAoA/0S0VRBhrGgU/s400/IMG_1527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kitchen.  There is not much new in the kitchen.  For some reason the only appliance in there is the dishwasher.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147330101464529026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R279dJ93-II/AAAAAAAAAo4/Quo00SmhbIY/s400/IMG_1534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Light fixture over the place for the kitchen table.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147330110054463634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R279dp93-JI/AAAAAAAAApA/CLfnM0g7vYk/s400/IMG_1535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Downstairs bathroom.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147330114349430946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R279d593-KI/AAAAAAAAApI/V0gW6aItBlo/s400/IMG_1536.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Back yard.  The ground has been evened out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147331329825175762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R27-kp93-NI/AAAAAAAAApg/UH4NpIS8XFQ/s400/IMG_1540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147331342710077666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R27-lZ93-OI/AAAAAAAAApo/f6av4EJL5aw/s400/IMG_1541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Looking into the house from the back yard.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147331793681643778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R27-_p93-QI/AAAAAAAAAp4/oCxVzlM2Jkk/s400/IMG_1543.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The back porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R27-l593-PI/AAAAAAAAApw/jlKS1EdMZUU/s1600-h/IMG_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147331351300012274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R27-l593-PI/AAAAAAAAApw/jlKS1EdMZUU/s400/IMG_1542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the most recent update!  Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!  I'm so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-7398855773014574278?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/7398855773014574278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=7398855773014574278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7398855773014574278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7398855773014574278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/12/30000.html' title='30,000!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R278gJ93-CI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Xd7D4cCXw3s/s72-c/IMG_1528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-7698788939666320556</id><published>2007-12-21T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:09.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is about that time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R2xia59399I/AAAAAAAAAng/ra56EK6yGsY/s1600-h/IMG_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R2xic5939-I/AAAAAAAAAno/EU8WBJhRKKU/s400/IMG_1511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146596722913834978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R2xidZ939_I/AAAAAAAAAnw/AOqVP-OkGms/s1600-h/IMG_1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R2xidZ939_I/AAAAAAAAAnw/AOqVP-OkGms/s400/IMG_1512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146596731503769586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair cut time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-7698788939666320556?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/7698788939666320556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=7698788939666320556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7698788939666320556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7698788939666320556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-is-about-that-time.html' title='It is about that time...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R2xia59399I/AAAAAAAAAng/ra56EK6yGsY/s72-c/IMG_1507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-1444648398878447861</id><published>2007-12-18T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:58:18.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January 16!</title><content type='html'>We found out today that we close January 16th!!!! Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" name="flashplayer" src="http://www.wishafriend.com/countdown/swf/fun17.swf?then_year=2008&amp;amp;then_month=0&amp;amp;then_day=16&amp;amp;eventt=We+move+into+our+house%21" quality="high" width="260" height="210" swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="samedomain"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wishafriend.com/countdown/" target="new"&gt;Countdown Clocks&lt;/a&gt; at WishAFriend.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-1444648398878447861?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/1444648398878447861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=1444648398878447861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1444648398878447861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1444648398878447861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/12/january-16.html' title='January 16!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-4754058525940917834</id><published>2007-12-08T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:11.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five days later...</title><content type='html'>Rachel and I walked through the house again yesterday and it is amazing to see how much has changed in just five days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have painted both outside and inside!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1riPe6uqJI/AAAAAAAAAnM/df-rsDWZSwE/s1600-h/IMG_1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1riPe6uqJI/AAAAAAAAAnM/df-rsDWZSwE/s400/IMG_1452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141670680222148754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fence is up and painted on both sides of the yard.  This is looking out the back to the left. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1riMe6uqHI/AAAAAAAAAm8/bhAmM119aCg/s1600-h/IMG_1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1riMe6uqHI/AAAAAAAAAm8/bhAmM119aCg/s400/IMG_1449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141670628682541170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is looking out the back to the right.  Don't get too excited though, this isn't going to change much because they don't landscape the back yard. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1riPO6uqII/AAAAAAAAAnE/9Oa5eNC_79k/s1600-h/IMG_1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1riPO6uqII/AAAAAAAAAnE/9Oa5eNC_79k/s400/IMG_1450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141670675927181442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabinets in the kitchen...and the rest of the house actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1rhC-6uqCI/AAAAAAAAAmU/lF99A3813MY/s1600-h/IMG_1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1rhC-6uqCI/AAAAAAAAAmU/lF99A3813MY/s400/IMG_1444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141669365962156066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The railing is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1rhDu6uqDI/AAAAAAAAAmc/jxnruff810U/s1600-h/IMG_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1rhDu6uqDI/AAAAAAAAAmc/jxnruff810U/s400/IMG_1445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141669378847057970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They put the bathroom stuff in the great room.  Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1rhIO6uqEI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Rl3ut8Z30jY/s1600-h/IMG_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1rhIO6uqEI/AAAAAAAAAmk/Rl3ut8Z30jY/s400/IMG_1446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141669456156469314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The laundry room.  Now we just need a washer and dryer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1rhIu6uqFI/AAAAAAAAAms/utFt5e0JPvk/s1600-h/IMG_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1rhIu6uqFI/AAAAAAAAAms/utFt5e0JPvk/s400/IMG_1447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141669464746403922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking out from the second floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1rhLe6uqGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/owyjZy0JWFM/s1600-h/IMG_1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1rhLe6uqGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/owyjZy0JWFM/s400/IMG_1448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141669511991044194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very excited!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-4754058525940917834?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/4754058525940917834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=4754058525940917834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4754058525940917834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4754058525940917834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/12/five-days-later.html' title='Five days later...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1riPe6uqJI/AAAAAAAAAnM/df-rsDWZSwE/s72-c/IMG_1452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-2440553836754533571</id><published>2007-12-06T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:12.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January 15th!</title><content type='html'>I received a phone call the other day and our loan lady, I'm not sure what her specific title is, informed me that our projected closing date is January 15th.  Here are some pictures to update you all on how the house is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1ibHO6up9I/AAAAAAAAAls/ymg1cz34BMk/s1600-h/1202071459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1ibHO6up9I/AAAAAAAAAls/ymg1cz34BMk/s400/1202071459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141029523209234386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A closer look at the main entrance.  We have a door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1iT1O6up6I/AAAAAAAAAlU/QIuen1zEjkc/s1600-h/1202071501b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1iT1O6up6I/AAAAAAAAAlU/QIuen1zEjkc/s400/1202071501b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141021517390194594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1iT0e6up3I/AAAAAAAAAk8/i_5AiIfQVjI/s1600-h/1202071459a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1iT0e6up3I/AAAAAAAAAk8/i_5AiIfQVjI/s400/1202071459a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141021504505292658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty excited that there were shelves in the closets, so I took a picture of the pantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1iexO6uqBI/AAAAAAAAAmM/YXriD_Qn0Rg/s1600-h/1202071501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1iexO6uqBI/AAAAAAAAAmM/YXriD_Qn0Rg/s400/1202071501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141033543298623506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking outside from the den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1iT0-6up5I/AAAAAAAAAlM/Z65vqqd_tWg/s1600-h/1202071501a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1iT0-6up5I/AAAAAAAAAlM/Z65vqqd_tWg/s400/1202071501a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141021513095227282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking up the stairs from the great room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1iUBe6up8I/AAAAAAAAAlk/WZ06PbmlIys/s1600-h/1202071502a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1iUBe6up8I/AAAAAAAAAlk/WZ06PbmlIys/s400/1202071502a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141021727843592130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking into the great room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1iT1O6up7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/uf7iNvrVhe0/s1600-h/1202071502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1iT1O6up7I/AAAAAAAAAlc/uf7iNvrVhe0/s400/1202071502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141021517390194610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how far it has come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-2440553836754533571?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/2440553836754533571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=2440553836754533571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2440553836754533571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2440553836754533571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/12/january-15th.html' title='January 15th!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1ibHO6up9I/AAAAAAAAAls/ymg1cz34BMk/s72-c/1202071459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-4854690535127223597</id><published>2007-11-30T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:12.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn Stuff...Feed People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freerice.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1BW6kp3p7I/AAAAAAAAAk0/BQRRw35zWkY/s400/120_240_Vertical.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138702739101427634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all check out this website.  www.freerice.com .  I am totally addicted.  Basically the website quizzes on vocabulary and for every question you get correct 20 grains of rice are donated to the UN to feed the hungry across the world.  So you get smarter and feed people.  Cool stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-4854690535127223597?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/4854690535127223597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=4854690535127223597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4854690535127223597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4854690535127223597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/11/learn-stufffeed-people.html' title='Learn Stuff...Feed People'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R1BW6kp3p7I/AAAAAAAAAk0/BQRRw35zWkY/s72-c/120_240_Vertical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-4526298814324034978</id><published>2007-11-28T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:22:40.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We would be best friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gbvWdVj4vGU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gbvWdVj4vGU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-4526298814324034978?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/4526298814324034978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=4526298814324034978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4526298814324034978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4526298814324034978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-would-be-best-friends.html' title='We would be best friends...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-142638309359715681</id><published>2007-11-27T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:13.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Kinsey Photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R00H7kp3p2I/AAAAAAAAAkM/3hpVLFPkeHM/s1600-h/IMG_1426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R00H7kp3p2I/AAAAAAAAAkM/3hpVLFPkeHM/s400/IMG_1426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137771469932570466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R00H80p3p3I/AAAAAAAAAkU/F9StT7PnMc0/s1600-h/IMG_1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R00H80p3p3I/AAAAAAAAAkU/F9StT7PnMc0/s400/IMG_1427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137771491407406962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R00H9Ep3p4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZK6kY7MNvbw/s1600-h/IMG_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R00H9Ep3p4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ZK6kY7MNvbw/s400/IMG_1428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137771495702374274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R00H9kp3p5I/AAAAAAAAAkk/7OHMN5Ft3rA/s1600-h/IMG_1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R00HVEp3pzI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Hz6BR8X_IAk/s400/IMG_1423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137770808507606834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R00HVkp3p0I/AAAAAAAAAj8/lfuT4cXTn1s/s1600-h/IMG_1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R00HVkp3p0I/AAAAAAAAAj8/lfuT4cXTn1s/s400/IMG_1424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137770817097541442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R00HWEp3p1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/K_OEfyYaI3s/s1600-h/IMG_1425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R00HWEp3p1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/K_OEfyYaI3s/s400/IMG_1425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137770825687476050" 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/18614334-142638309359715681?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/142638309359715681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=142638309359715681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/142638309359715681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/142638309359715681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-kinsey-photos.html' title='More Kinsey Photos!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/R00H7kp3p2I/AAAAAAAAAkM/3hpVLFPkeHM/s72-c/IMG_1426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-8205414031753388720</id><published>2007-11-05T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:14.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Kinsey pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ry_114ItIDI/AAAAAAAAAjM/u03UYH0oE4Y/s1600-h/IMG_1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ry_114ItIDI/AAAAAAAAAjM/u03UYH0oE4Y/s400/IMG_1398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129588806549053490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ry_12IItIEI/AAAAAAAAAjU/fjKxxY-Ko_k/s1600-h/IMG_1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ry_12IItIEI/AAAAAAAAAjU/fjKxxY-Ko_k/s400/IMG_1399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129588810844020802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ry_12oItIFI/AAAAAAAAAjc/xnRS3YkqI7A/s1600-h/IMG_1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ry_12oItIFI/AAAAAAAAAjc/xnRS3YkqI7A/s400/IMG_1403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129588819433955410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ry_1W4ItIAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ABcWyz2stTk/s1600-h/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ry_1W4ItIAI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ABcWyz2stTk/s400/IMG_1400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129588273973108738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ry_1XYItIBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/hHmp0U8bYLI/s1600-h/IMG_1401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ry_1XYItIBI/AAAAAAAAAi8/hHmp0U8bYLI/s400/IMG_1401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129588282563043346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ry_1YIItICI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Pk1E_N0DkJQ/s1600-h/IMG_1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ry_1YIItICI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Pk1E_N0DkJQ/s400/IMG_1402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129588295447945250" 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/18614334-8205414031753388720?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/8205414031753388720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=8205414031753388720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/8205414031753388720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/8205414031753388720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-kinsey-pics.html' title='More Kinsey pics!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ry_114ItIDI/AAAAAAAAAjM/u03UYH0oE4Y/s72-c/IMG_1398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-731765083696298021</id><published>2007-10-21T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:16.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Canyon!</title><content type='html'>After living in Arizona for over a year and a half I decided that it was about time to go to the Grand Canyon.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rach&lt;/span&gt; and I were supposed to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas with some friends for a long weekend, but that fell through.  So of course it made sense to plan a trip to see one of the beautiful sights of AZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rxvhkn60m_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/LsabkGV9p-k/s1600-h/IMG_1381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123937020371311602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rxvhkn60m_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/LsabkGV9p-k/s400/IMG_1381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rachel and I in the middle of our six mile hike.  It was three miles down and three miles back up.  I decided that hiking down a canyon was a great idea for me.  Usually my problem with hiking is that I hike up and the hike down scares the living daylights out of me.  Going down first is awesome.  Except for that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; to come back up part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RxvhnH60nAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/SzBYTVj3Gjw/s1600-h/IMG_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123937063320984578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RxvhnH60nAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/SzBYTVj3Gjw/s400/IMG_1383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You could see the river from "Skeleton Point," the destination for our hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RxvhpH60nBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/UsAAE3RvVC8/s1600-h/IMG_1388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123937097680722962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RxvhpH60nBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/UsAAE3RvVC8/s400/IMG_1388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RxvhpX60nCI/AAAAAAAAAic/2JAAMZs00o8/s1600-h/n502955747_222672_9551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123937101975690274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RxvhpX60nCI/AAAAAAAAAic/2JAAMZs00o8/s400/n502955747_222672_9551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know I have to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rxvhpn60nDI/AAAAAAAAAik/Om2AAF4Jb_A/s1600-h/n502955747_222666_6808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123937106270657586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rxvhpn60nDI/AAAAAAAAAik/Om2AAF4Jb_A/s400/n502955747_222666_6808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first night we were there we took our time and walked around the rim.  There is a nice rim hike that you can go as far as you want, but it is not really a lot of up or down hiking.  This is the spot where we decided to watch the sunset.  Rachel caught this picture of me taking a picture, and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rxve5X60m6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/3-65vzCN7xY/s1600-h/IMG_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123934078318713762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rxve5X60m6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/3-65vzCN7xY/s400/IMG_1362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this funky moss growing on some rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rxve5360m7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/42hehBzJgLE/s1600-h/IMG_1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123934086908648370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rxve5360m7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/42hehBzJgLE/s400/IMG_1367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sunset was pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rxve6X60m8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/NOvnPYlOcBM/s1600-h/IMG_1368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123934095498582978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rxve6X60m8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/NOvnPYlOcBM/s400/IMG_1368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rxve6360m9I/AAAAAAAAAh0/zwGuoAFlHEQ/s1600-h/IMG_1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123934104088517586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rxve6360m9I/AAAAAAAAAh0/zwGuoAFlHEQ/s400/IMG_1369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rxve7X60m-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/sWqyjoBJKoc/s1600-h/IMG_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123934112678452194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rxve7X60m-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/sWqyjoBJKoc/s400/IMG_1373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They don't call it grand for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RxvdWX60m1I/AAAAAAAAAg0/oWa91LV_UZc/s1600-h/IMG_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123932377511664466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RxvdWX60m1I/AAAAAAAAAg0/oWa91LV_UZc/s400/IMG_1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RxvdXX60m2I/AAAAAAAAAg8/0JUSTRVFdwg/s1600-h/IMG_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123932394691533666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RxvdXX60m2I/AAAAAAAAAg8/0JUSTRVFdwg/s400/IMG_1355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RxvdYX60m3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/f_X7_eiyXKw/s1600-h/IMG_1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123932411871402866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RxvdYX60m3I/AAAAAAAAAhE/f_X7_eiyXKw/s400/IMG_1357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RxvdZX60m4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/X9aMfftXQ9g/s1600-h/IMG_1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123932429051272066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RxvdZX60m4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/X9aMfftXQ9g/s400/IMG_1358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RxvdaH60m5I/AAAAAAAAAhU/w88NWmZHKso/s1600-h/IMG_1359.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-731765083696298021?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/731765083696298021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=731765083696298021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/731765083696298021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/731765083696298021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/10/grand-canyon.html' title='Grand Canyon!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rxvhkn60m_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/LsabkGV9p-k/s72-c/IMG_1381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-1235224430863063538</id><published>2007-10-12T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:17.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan Time!</title><content type='html'>One of the hardest parts about living over a thousand miles away from home is living that far away from this chica.  I know that it is no normal to be this great of friends with your sister, but we are super close.  It was really fun to get to hang out on "her turf."  The girl is really growing up and it is hard for me to deny it.  We had some fun time going out in downtown Iowa City and It was just cool to see her place and how she is living.  She is an amazing woman, yes I have to admit that it is hard for me to say woman, and I cannot wait for her to move to the desert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3HsgA-PPI/AAAAAAAAAc8/X20rJNxl198/s1600-h/IMG_1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3HsgA-PPI/AAAAAAAAAc8/X20rJNxl198/s400/IMG_1272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110960719457565938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All pretty and ready to go out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3HswA-PQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QQONTlwZnHo/s1600-h/IMG_1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3HswA-PQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QQONTlwZnHo/s400/IMG_1282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110960723752533250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All sweaty and ready to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3HtAA-PRI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Igl1YWOws6E/s1600-h/IMG_1277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3HtAA-PRI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Igl1YWOws6E/s400/IMG_1277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110960728047500562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea for Brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3HtQA-PSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/0MRdo0rHZsQ/s1600-h/IMG_1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3HtQA-PSI/AAAAAAAAAdU/0MRdo0rHZsQ/s400/IMG_1279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110960732342467874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3GMAA-PNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/y-M1LHlo7WM/s1600-h/IMG_1238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3GMAA-PNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/y-M1LHlo7WM/s400/IMG_1238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110959061600189650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is so hospitable.  Look at how nice she made my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3GMQA-POI/AAAAAAAAAc0/soOf_UeUV3I/s1600-h/IMG_1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3GMQA-POI/AAAAAAAAAc0/soOf_UeUV3I/s400/IMG_1239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110959065895156962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha ha, I kept my stuff in front of the fridge in the hallway/kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love you Megz!&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/18614334-1235224430863063538?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/1235224430863063538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=1235224430863063538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1235224430863063538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1235224430863063538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/09/megan-time.html' title='Megan Time!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3HsgA-PPI/AAAAAAAAAc8/X20rJNxl198/s72-c/IMG_1272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-414330116925034918</id><published>2007-10-11T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:18.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jo Lo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There is nothing like seeing an old friend.  I was totally blessed to be able to see my friend Joanna when I was back in Iowa.  Jo has lived in Japan for almost 2 years and just happened to be home when I was going home.  One of the funniest things was that we knew we should be freaking out and doing the total girl, "Oh my goodness, I can't believe I get to see you!" thing, but we are just so used to being together it is like nothing changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3KWAA-PVI/AAAAAAAAAds/JIMrsk1y3ks/s1600-h/IMG_1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110963631445392722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3KWAA-PVI/AAAAAAAAAds/JIMrsk1y3ks/s400/IMG_1244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3KWQA-PWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/BBWikpC76Hg/s1600-h/IMG_1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110963635740360034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3KWQA-PWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/BBWikpC76Hg/s400/IMG_1247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3KWgA-PXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rI5R79IjVjI/s1600-h/IMG_1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110963640035327346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3KWgA-PXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/rI5R79IjVjI/s400/IMG_1250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3KWwA-PYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ca5ZdHp1pYU/s1600-h/IMG_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110963644330294658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3KWwA-PYI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ca5ZdHp1pYU/s400/IMG_1254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3KXAA-PZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/63AfHT358zI/s1600-h/IMG_1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110963648625261970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3KXAA-PZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/63AfHT358zI/s400/IMG_1258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you JO!&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/18614334-414330116925034918?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/414330116925034918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=414330116925034918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/414330116925034918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/414330116925034918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/10/jo-lo.html' title='Jo Lo'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3KWAA-PVI/AAAAAAAAAds/JIMrsk1y3ks/s72-c/IMG_1244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-6023193260286435320</id><published>2007-10-08T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:19.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had not seen my Grandma Bartlett for over a year.  It was really good to get hugged like I needed all the air let out of my lungs.  No, I am not wearing heals in this picture.  I am lucky to be as tall as I am.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3IYAA-PTI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OOa8Qqf81P0/s1600-h/IMG_1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110961466781875506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3IYAA-PTI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OOa8Qqf81P0/s400/IMG_1235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the only hope that I had for height is my Grandpa McTurk.  Who still is not that tall.  And if any one wants a cool hat like his, I can hook you up for sure.  Oh, and I guess I am taller than Grandma Becky too!  But just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3IYgA-PUI/AAAAAAAAAdk/xV_XqVQZ8JQ/s1600-h/IMG_1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110961475371810114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3IYgA-PUI/AAAAAAAAAdk/xV_XqVQZ8JQ/s400/IMG_1236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures of my Grandpa and Grandma Adams, because fortunately I am able to see them a little more often.&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/18614334-6023193260286435320?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/6023193260286435320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=6023193260286435320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/6023193260286435320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/6023193260286435320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/10/grandparents.html' title='Grandparents!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3IYAA-PTI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OOa8Qqf81P0/s72-c/IMG_1235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-7074709964169233864</id><published>2007-10-04T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:19.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Kerri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It seems like all the people that I like to work with are leaving.  Boo.  A few weeks ago I said good bye to Kerri.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3N5gA-PaI/AAAAAAAAAeU/5I-ZTfVmPiM/s1600-h/IMG_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110967539865632162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3N5gA-PaI/AAAAAAAAAeU/5I-ZTfVmPiM/s400/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rhiannon caught us getting ready for the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3N6AA-PbI/AAAAAAAAAec/pSiZqAFfg7Y/s1600-h/IMG_1297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110967548455566770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3N6AA-PbI/AAAAAAAAAec/pSiZqAFfg7Y/s400/IMG_1297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I told Kerri I would photoshop that red spot out.  I told her later that I don't have photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3N6gA-PcI/AAAAAAAAAek/7y7l9HRxVWM/s1600-h/IMG_1299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110967557045501378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3N6gA-PcI/AAAAAAAAAek/7y7l9HRxVWM/s400/IMG_1299.JPG" 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/18614334-7074709964169233864?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/7074709964169233864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=7074709964169233864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7074709964169233864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7074709964169233864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/10/bye-kerri.html' title='Bye Kerri'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3N5gA-PaI/AAAAAAAAAeU/5I-ZTfVmPiM/s72-c/IMG_1298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-7101881922615518165</id><published>2007-09-26T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:20.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Way over a month ago we celebrated Grandma Adams' birthday.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grandkiddos&lt;/span&gt; that live in Phoenix went to a pottery painting place and each painted a plate for Grandma.  Of course this included several photos of Kinsey Lynne.  What cannot be captured is the funny stuff that Grandpa was saying throughout the entire day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3C9AA-PCI/AAAAAAAAAbU/m-ga30hhSa8/s1600-h/IMG_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110955505367268386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3C9AA-PCI/AAAAAAAAAbU/m-ga30hhSa8/s400/IMG_1205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and her birthday balloons.  Tara made sure that everyone in the pottery place knew that it was Grandma's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3C9gA-PDI/AAAAAAAAAbc/fEWyldiMvMk/s1600-h/IMG_1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110955513957202994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3C9gA-PDI/AAAAAAAAAbc/fEWyldiMvMk/s400/IMG_1206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kinsey in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3C-AA-PEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ymHqgiR0e5g/s1600-h/IMG_1207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110955522547137602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3C-AA-PEI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ymHqgiR0e5g/s400/IMG_1207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kinsey playing with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3C-QA-PFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/1cg0cnlI-o8/s1600-h/IMG_1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110955526842104914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3C-QA-PFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/1cg0cnlI-o8/s400/IMG_1210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is going on???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3C-gA-PGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/CjGTPaARG7k/s1600-h/IMG_1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110955531137072226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3C-gA-PGI/AAAAAAAAAb0/CjGTPaARG7k/s400/IMG_1209.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/18614334-7101881922615518165?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/7101881922615518165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=7101881922615518165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7101881922615518165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7101881922615518165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/09/grandmas-birthday.html' title='Grandma&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3C9AA-PCI/AAAAAAAAAbU/m-ga30hhSa8/s72-c/IMG_1205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-7066862564492041054</id><published>2007-09-22T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:21.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful  Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RvVBHn60m0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/jRvN21iKsRM/s1600-h/IMG_1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RvVBHn60m0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/jRvN21iKsRM/s400/IMG_1309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113064551179656002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RvVAwn60mvI/AAAAAAAAAgE/NpP8-IMZmi0/s1600-h/IMG_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RvVAwn60mvI/AAAAAAAAAgE/NpP8-IMZmi0/s400/IMG_1311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113064156042664690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RvVAxH60mwI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Wjy-7BPN_eE/s1600-h/IMG_1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RvVAxH60mwI/AAAAAAAAAgM/Wjy-7BPN_eE/s400/IMG_1307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113064164632599298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RvVAxX60mxI/AAAAAAAAAgU/hLc031kPcRg/s1600-h/IMG_1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RvVAxX60mxI/AAAAAAAAAgU/hLc031kPcRg/s400/IMG_1305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113064168927566610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RvVAxn60myI/AAAAAAAAAgc/X5PSe_ZIErA/s1600-h/IMG_1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RvVAxn60myI/AAAAAAAAAgc/X5PSe_ZIErA/s400/IMG_1307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113064173222533922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RvVAx360mzI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Zcf8zrPaohc/s1600-h/IMG_1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RvVAx360mzI/AAAAAAAAAgk/Zcf8zrPaohc/s400/IMG_1308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113064177517501234" 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/18614334-7066862564492041054?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/7066862564492041054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=7066862564492041054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7066862564492041054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7066862564492041054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/09/beautiful-girl.html' title='Beautiful  Girl'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RvVBHn60m0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/jRvN21iKsRM/s72-c/IMG_1309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-2463591098458237838</id><published>2007-09-21T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:22.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo hoo! They have finally started!</title><content type='html'>First they dig a little hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3PNgA-PiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/e4spKkkQ_0Y/s1600-h/0909071655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3PNgA-PiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/e4spKkkQ_0Y/s400/0909071655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110968982974643746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3PNwA-PjI/AAAAAAAAAfc/KQjtcXVFCDw/s1600-h/0909071655a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3PNwA-PjI/AAAAAAAAAfc/KQjtcXVFCDw/s400/0909071655a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110968987269611058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3O4gA-PhI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7RBNoAc2CkU/s1600-h/0909071654a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3O4gA-PhI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7RBNoAc2CkU/s400/0909071654a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110968622197390866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3O4gA-PgI/AAAAAAAAAfE/BUvSepmJXfs/s1600-h/0909071654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3O4gA-PgI/AAAAAAAAAfE/BUvSepmJXfs/s400/0909071654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110968622197390850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Then they pour the foundation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3O3wA-PdI/AAAAAAAAAes/5CE85bHs54k/s1600-h/IMG_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3O3wA-PdI/AAAAAAAAAes/5CE85bHs54k/s400/IMG_1300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110968609312488914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3O4AA-PeI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Kcef6mpc8Ls/s1600-h/IMG_1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3O4AA-PeI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Kcef6mpc8Ls/s400/IMG_1301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110968613607456226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3O4gA-PfI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Gtp1GGYCOjY/s1600-h/IMG_1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3O4gA-PfI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Gtp1GGYCOjY/s400/IMG_1302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110968622197390834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see what they have done today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-2463591098458237838?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/2463591098458237838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=2463591098458237838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2463591098458237838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2463591098458237838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/09/woo-hoo-they-have-finally-started.html' title='Woo hoo! They have finally started!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3PNgA-PiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/e4spKkkQ_0Y/s72-c/0909071655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-2596223854490454243</id><published>2007-09-20T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:22.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad to the rescue!</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite stories from my trip home is when my sister and I went to the mall.  As we were getting out of the car I said "Why does it sound like the car is still running?"  In the middle of that sentence both of the doors were shut.  And sure enough, ,the keys were locked in the car, with it running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3FOAA-PKI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YJc199iafgo/s1600-h/IMG_1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3FOAA-PKI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YJc199iafgo/s400/IMG_1229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110957996448300194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we called my dad.  He came and brought the extra keys.  Woo hoo what a knight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3FOQA-PLI/AAAAAAAAAcc/2MmEV5YoLGs/s1600-h/IMG_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3FOQA-PLI/AAAAAAAAAcc/2MmEV5YoLGs/s400/IMG_1230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110958000743267506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh goodness I laughed so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3FOgA-PMI/AAAAAAAAAck/7yDfJaqyMS8/s1600-h/IMG_1231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3FOgA-PMI/AAAAAAAAAck/7yDfJaqyMS8/s400/IMG_1231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110958005038234818" 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/18614334-2596223854490454243?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/2596223854490454243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=2596223854490454243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2596223854490454243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2596223854490454243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/09/dad-to-rescue.html' title='Dad to the rescue!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru3FOAA-PKI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YJc199iafgo/s72-c/IMG_1229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-8086489990546089691</id><published>2007-09-16T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:25.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I like about Iowa...</title><content type='html'>*GREEN, and pink, purple, yellow, orange: landscaping that does not consist mostly of rock and plants that can survive 115 degrees.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru289wA-O5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/u1mAanom00Q/s1600-h/IMG_1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru289wA-O5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/u1mAanom00Q/s400/IMG_1218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110948921182403474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru2_tgA-PBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/r651Zr6XoyM/s1600-h/IMG_1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru2_tgA-PBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/r651Zr6XoyM/s400/IMG_1288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110951940544412690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru28-AA-O6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/ZYIDvJ4s-m4/s1600-h/IMG_1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru28-AA-O6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/ZYIDvJ4s-m4/s400/IMG_1222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110948925477370786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru28-gA-O7I/AAAAAAAAAac/scpXkx9oKgA/s1600-h/IMG_1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru28-gA-O7I/AAAAAAAAAac/scpXkx9oKgA/s400/IMG_1221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110948934067305394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Dogs that have not seen me in months, and not only know who I am but are happy to see me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru28-wA-O8I/AAAAAAAAAak/O1YZ1dKMomE/s1600-h/IMG_1227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru28-wA-O8I/AAAAAAAAAak/O1YZ1dKMomE/s400/IMG_1227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110948938362272706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru289QA-O4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/EvmcMABQGEQ/s1600-h/IMG_1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru289QA-O4I/AAAAAAAAAaE/EvmcMABQGEQ/s400/IMG_1217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110948912592468866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Cars not locked in the garage where the door is wide open.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Walking outside after the sun goes down and the temperature being cooler.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*People walking around the neighborhood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must have seen twenty people on my three mile round trip to the grocery store on Thursday night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Friends&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru2_sQA-O9I/AAAAAAAAAas/SjZpnCU_uRU/s1600-h/IMG_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru2_sQA-O9I/AAAAAAAAAas/SjZpnCU_uRU/s400/IMG_1242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110951919069576146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru2_tAA-O_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/ucr9EXQfa7A/s1600-h/IMG_1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru2_tAA-O_I/AAAAAAAAAa8/ucr9EXQfa7A/s400/IMG_1246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110951931954478066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru2_tQA-PAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/JhjXEmL-ThU/s1600-h/IMG_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru2_tQA-PAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/JhjXEmL-ThU/s400/IMG_1276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110951936249445378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Meeting friend's babies!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru2_sgA-O-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/-8gPYUF2nGs/s1600-h/IMG_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru2_sgA-O-I/AAAAAAAAAa0/-8gPYUF2nGs/s400/IMG_1243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110951923364543458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Customer service&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*No traffic&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*A plethora of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iowa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; fans!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go Hawks!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Neighbors that not only know you, but will successfully chase down your naughty dogs for you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Strangers saying hello.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*My parent’s house and how there is always something new to discover about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s play the game “What has changed!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Feeling at home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*The furniture in my parent’s family room and living room that says, “Grab a book and read on me.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*LOCAL coffee shops, sorry Starbucks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do still love you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Wearing shorts and a t-shirt and knowing that is ok pretty much anywhere I would want to go around these parts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*The news had 5 minutes worth of people yodeling and other contest winners from the State Fair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;AKA, not much bad stuff happens here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Cable TV!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know it is terrible, but sometimes you just have to soak in as much HBO original series and repeats of Law and Order and CSI as you can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-8086489990546089691?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/8086489990546089691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=8086489990546089691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/8086489990546089691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/8086489990546089691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-i-like-about-iowa.html' title='What I like about Iowa...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ru289wA-O5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/u1mAanom00Q/s72-c/IMG_1218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-121951436697817391</id><published>2007-09-16T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T16:22:35.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way behind!</title><content type='html'>I have several ideas for blogs that I want to post!  So keep looking!  Sorry for the delays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-121951436697817391?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/121951436697817391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=121951436697817391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/121951436697817391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/121951436697817391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/09/way-behind.html' title='Way behind!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-6411718144507935525</id><published>2007-09-10T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T03:09:37.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cNDSPutas8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cNDSPutas8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-6411718144507935525?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/6411718144507935525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=6411718144507935525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/6411718144507935525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/6411718144507935525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-it.html' title='Love it...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-9168991289410406691</id><published>2007-08-12T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:25.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter Century?!</title><content type='html'>So, lack of blog yes.  Nothing seems so exciting as the Vegas trip.  Seriously it was great.  But this weekend was pretty fun.  Saturday was Rachel's birthday so we went to a super nice diner on Friday night.  I can't remember the name of the restaurants.  Everything tasted so good.  We went to go shake our grove things after that.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness I am so thankful for Rach.  I mean.  How many people can you buy a house with?  That is real friendship.  She has been there for me through everything.  I can talk to her about anything and I know I can ALWAYS depend on her.  Thanks Rachel for your friendship.  Happy Quarter Century Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rr91Ag2W8jI/AAAAAAAAAYc/piAZk-45RR8/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rr91Ag2W8jI/AAAAAAAAAYc/piAZk-45RR8/s400/IMG_0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097921954885071410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories....like the corner of my mind......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-9168991289410406691?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/9168991289410406691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=9168991289410406691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/9168991289410406691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/9168991289410406691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/08/quarter-century.html' title='Quarter Century?!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rr91Ag2W8jI/AAAAAAAAAYc/piAZk-45RR8/s72-c/IMG_0447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-8494915720294325515</id><published>2007-07-31T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:28.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens in Vegas, deserves a blog!</title><content type='html'>Wow, Vegas was FANTASTIC! One of my coworkers invited me to come to Vegas with her and a bunch of her friends. I ended up inviting several of my friends and barely saw my friend from work. It was still great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9ij0PdM9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/FkqRDf04kDo/s1600-h/IMG_1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9ij0PdM9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/FkqRDf04kDo/s400/IMG_1163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093398071037735890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Rach and Mer in front of the ship  for the show "Sirens of TI."  This was the first night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9gU0PdM5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/xFg8_Bg0t20/s1600-h/n502955747_105633_3809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9gU0PdM5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/xFg8_Bg0t20/s400/n502955747_105633_3809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093395614316442514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure Island, the hotel that we stayed in the first three nights.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9bQEPdMqI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WtVI65Y2ZgY/s1600-h/IMG_1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9bQEPdMqI/AAAAAAAAAVU/WtVI65Y2ZgY/s400/IMG_1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093390035153924770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first shot of the weekend.  We were playing video poker at the bar and the bartender was apparently trying to get us intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9bQkPdMrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Mi88FIhYZPQ/s1600-h/IMG_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9bQkPdMrI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Mi88FIhYZPQ/s400/IMG_1165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093390043743859378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9gVUPdM8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/MFq4uNjYlz4/s1600-h/n502955747_105638_5352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9gVUPdM8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/MFq4uNjYlz4/s400/n502955747_105638_5352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093395622906377154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little bit of time we spent with Rhiannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9gVEPdM7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/FWlHo9W2u1Q/s1600-h/n502955747_105636_4785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9gVEPdM7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/FWlHo9W2u1Q/s400/n502955747_105636_4785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093395618611409842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a lot of time by the pool during the day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9gUkPdM4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/BNJiF7vYp2w/s1600-h/n502955747_105631_3164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9gUkPdM4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/BNJiF7vYp2w/s400/n502955747_105631_3164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093395610021475202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we enjoyed the night life of Vegas.  I always love to go out and shake the booty, but this was way fun.  I had someone ask me if I got married when I was wearing that dress.  I was definitely dancing with a stranger at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9bRkPdMsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/iD7miACAz60/s1600-h/IMG_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9bRkPdMsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/iD7miACAz60/s400/IMG_1168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093390060923728578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time getting all dolled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9bR0PdMtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/R6fdYnbJKfA/s1600-h/IMG_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9bR0PdMtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/R6fdYnbJKfA/s400/IMG_1170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093390065218695890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy looked like this a lot.  I think it might have something to do with that almost empty bottle of SoCo sitting next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9gU0PdM6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/C_raxSDa6u8/s1600-h/n502955747_105634_4099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9gU0PdM6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/C_raxSDa6u8/s400/n502955747_105634_4099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093395614316442530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby Keith's  I Love This Bar was a great time.   I for sure needed to have a drink out of a Mason jar there.  If you don't know the song you should listen to it.  They had a live band that was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9cOUPdMuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ByKftHsUArw/s1600-h/IMG_1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9cOUPdMuI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ByKftHsUArw/s400/IMG_1174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093391104600781538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartenders in Vegas are excellent. I'm not talking about how they mix drinks, which is also very good, but more how they serve them. It is almost like going to a show.  Flippy was the man balancing all those bottles on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9cOkPdMvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mSHY8jJdqrc/s1600-h/IMG_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9cOkPdMvI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mSHY8jJdqrc/s400/IMG_1179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093391108895748850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ash wearing my sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9cPEPdMwI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2aHOkQXH2TI/s1600-h/IMG_1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9cPEPdMwI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2aHOkQXH2TI/s400/IMG_1182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093391117485683458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ash breaking my heart with that wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9cPUPdMxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/w71oZzkf0NM/s1600-h/IMG_1185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9cPUPdMxI/AAAAAAAAAWM/w71oZzkf0NM/s400/IMG_1185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093391121780650770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't drink alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9d9EPdMzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/dquE69ExYWk/s1600-h/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9d9EPdMzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/dquE69ExYWk/s400/IMG_1188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093393007271293746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mig mixing it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9d9kPdM0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/pw5ra9bv81Y/s1600-h/IMG_1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9d9kPdM0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/pw5ra9bv81Y/s400/IMG_1189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093393015861228354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mig, you are the only bartender on this side of the bar that I haven't taken a picture with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9cPkPdMyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-TIC0pMdA74/s1600-h/IMG_1186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9cPkPdMyI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-TIC0pMdA74/s400/IMG_1186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093391126075618082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gun show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9d-EPdM1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/o-XqaYCadWs/s1600-h/IMG_1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9d-EPdM1I/AAAAAAAAAWs/o-XqaYCadWs/s400/IMG_1193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093393024451162962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having so much fun we decided to stay an extra day. There were three different conventions going on and so we ended up staying in the nicest place ever.  This is the view from our balcony.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9d-0PdM2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/l8LdBMby5M0/s1600-h/IMG_1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9d-0PdM2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/l8LdBMby5M0/s400/IMG_1195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093393037336064866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously super nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9d_0PdM3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/tSe6zcVBims/s1600-h/IMG_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9d_0PdM3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/tSe6zcVBims/s400/IMG_1199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093393054515934066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen in our hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow, good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-8494915720294325515?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/8494915720294325515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=8494915720294325515' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/8494915720294325515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/8494915720294325515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-happens-in-vegas-deserves-blog.html' title='What happens in Vegas, deserves a blog!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9ij0PdM9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/FkqRDf04kDo/s72-c/IMG_1163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-7828285507065069500</id><published>2007-07-31T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:28.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, my mom was here.</title><content type='html'>I thought I would post a few pictures of what I did with my mom when she was here.  My cousin bought a house and we spent several days helping them paint and make it their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9YH0PdMoI/AAAAAAAAAVE/_gFaVsr9b6c/s1600-h/IMG_1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9YH0PdMoI/AAAAAAAAAVE/_gFaVsr9b6c/s400/IMG_1156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093386594885120642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We painted one wall brown in the great room.  There is also a pink accent wall in the den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9YF0PdMnI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bX7BVRcKxXc/s1600-h/IMG_1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9YF0PdMnI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bX7BVRcKxXc/s400/IMG_1154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093386560525382258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest task was the dining room and kitchen.  There are stripes along that entire wall.  I think it turned out very nice.  We also painted the nursery.  The walls are a light green and the ceiling is blue with clouds on it.  They are decorating with Pooh.  Congrats on the baby!  He or she is due in February I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-7828285507065069500?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/7828285507065069500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=7828285507065069500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7828285507065069500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7828285507065069500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-my-mom-was-here.html' title='Hey, my mom was here.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rq9YH0PdMoI/AAAAAAAAAVE/_gFaVsr9b6c/s72-c/IMG_1156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-2828512286025496986</id><published>2007-07-18T09:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:29.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting over</title><content type='html'>So, to all who were wondering: this is the deal with the house.  We are starting over.  We are not going to get the speck home with all the upgrades.  Instead, we are going to wait, save our money and pay for upgrades.  We are getting the same home and floor plan on a different lot that will be completed in January or February.  This means that we will not be able to get as many of the nice things, but our payment will be reasonable and we have time to save and put more money down.  The lot that we now have is bigger.  This is both good and bad.  Good because a bigger lot is better for resale, not so good because landscaping is going to be a little more expensive.  And, I don't know anything about landscaping, especially in AZ.  One fun thing about starting over is that we get to see the house come up from the VERY beginning.  Here is a picture of our dirt.  The pink lines are approximately our lot.    The back fence is at an angle  so the fence is deeper on the left side than the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rp4-sXSUzSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ggJow9eZvFk/s1600-h/IMG_1152+lines.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rp4-sXSUzSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ggJow9eZvFk/s400/IMG_1152+lines.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088573560861281570" 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/18614334-2828512286025496986?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/2828512286025496986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=2828512286025496986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2828512286025496986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2828512286025496986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/07/starting-over.html' title='Starting over'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rp4-sXSUzSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ggJow9eZvFk/s72-c/IMG_1152+lines.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-7854209061361624665</id><published>2007-06-22T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T00:21:15.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold your horses...</title><content type='html'>So we got some information from the loan officer in the mail today.  Remember how I said not everything is set in stone.  We might have a change of plans...stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-7854209061361624665?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/7854209061361624665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=7854209061361624665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7854209061361624665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7854209061361624665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/06/hold-your-horses.html' title='Hold your horses...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-846677113186052600</id><published>2007-06-09T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:30.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap</title><content type='html'>Rachel and I signed papers for a house today! It is very exciting. We got a great deal because it is a home someone backed out of and we got a ton of upgrades at no cost to us. We still have to work out all the financing details so not EVERYTHING is set in stone, but we are on our way to being home owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has just been framed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtlWqhg3nI/AAAAAAAAATk/pd-qmYpF_Tk/s1600-h/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtlWqhg3nI/AAAAAAAAATk/pd-qmYpF_Tk/s400/IMG_1107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074260845209378418" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course our house has to be the one with the dumpster in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtlW6hg3oI/AAAAAAAAATs/MskgoYtKa0A/s1600-h/IMG_1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtlW6hg3oI/AAAAAAAAATs/MskgoYtKa0A/s400/IMG_1108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074260849504345730" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not our best photo but it is in front of our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtlXahg3pI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SPWYyXYgOxA/s1600-h/IMG_1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtlXahg3pI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SPWYyXYgOxA/s400/IMG_1109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074260858094280338" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of the house close up.  Eventually there will be a house behind ours but now we can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtlXqhg3qI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-LXQKYcVaKQ/s1600-h/IMG_1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtlXqhg3qI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-LXQKYcVaKQ/s400/IMG_1110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074260862389247650" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtlX6hg3rI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6PnwpxAVdbQ/s1600-h/IMG_1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtlX6hg3rI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6PnwpxAVdbQ/s400/IMG_1111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074260866684214962" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what our house will look like from the  front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtoK6hg3sI/AAAAAAAAAUM/eH1IXI8tvqI/s1600-h/IMG_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtoK6hg3sI/AAAAAAAAAUM/eH1IXI8tvqI/s400/IMG_1113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074263941880798914" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the color scheme that our house is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtoLahg3tI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fpdgV8DByJo/s1600-h/IMG_1114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtoLahg3tI/AAAAAAAAAUU/fpdgV8DByJo/s400/IMG_1114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074263950470733522" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the floor plan.  I think if you click on it you can see it bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtqC6hg3vI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p29Q_j_Mtgo/s1600-h/Crimson_fp_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtqC6hg3vI/AAAAAAAAAUk/p29Q_j_Mtgo/s400/Crimson_fp_1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074266003465101042" 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/18614334-846677113186052600?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/846677113186052600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=846677113186052600' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/846677113186052600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/846677113186052600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/06/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmtlWqhg3nI/AAAAAAAAATk/pd-qmYpF_Tk/s72-c/IMG_1107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-8100712282203988594</id><published>2007-06-05T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:30.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood, Sweat and Tears</title><content type='html'>Ok, so maybe not so much the tears part, but there was definitely blood and sweat involved in this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the latest update on the chairs.  The only thing I have left to do is hem the bottoms.  It has been a lot of work.  I would get frustrated and then put the project down for a while and then pick it up again.  I think they have turned out pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before.  I remind everyone we bought these chairs and ottoman for a total of $12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmZKu6hg3kI/AAAAAAAAATM/yQwCDDx21Nc/s1600-h/holly+pics+of+apartment+003.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmZKu6hg3kI/AAAAAAAAATM/yQwCDDx21Nc/s400/holly+pics+of+apartment+003.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072824200123702850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are with the striped pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmZKvKhg3lI/AAAAAAAAATU/US9MqfvGs6U/s1600-h/IMG_1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmZKvKhg3lI/AAAAAAAAATU/US9MqfvGs6U/s400/IMG_1099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072824204418670162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one with the red pillow.  There are two sets of pillows: red and striped.   I haven't decided what I like best, but they are easily switched out.  What is everyone's opinion on the matter?   The other pillows will end up on our couches, so it doesn't matter which ones actually go on the chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmZMWqhg3mI/AAAAAAAAATc/tzn8C7kynC8/s1600-h/IMG_1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmZMWqhg3mI/AAAAAAAAATc/tzn8C7kynC8/s400/IMG_1106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072825982535130722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does anyone want to hem these beasts for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-8100712282203988594?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/8100712282203988594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=8100712282203988594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/8100712282203988594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/8100712282203988594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/06/blood-sweat-and-tears.html' title='Blood, Sweat and Tears'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmZKu6hg3kI/AAAAAAAAATM/yQwCDDx21Nc/s72-c/holly+pics+of+apartment+003.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-1720652570346433161</id><published>2007-06-01T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:30.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmCtqRT_GHI/AAAAAAAAATE/ov4STOdguho/s1600-h/IMG_0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmCtqRT_GHI/AAAAAAAAATE/ov4STOdguho/s400/IMG_0946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071244122132519026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof.  Rachel and I do this thing where we get ready in our own rooms and bathrooms come out and see that we are dressed alike.  One we be surprised at how often this happens.  This morning was another one of those times.  Here is the proof.  Rachel ended up changing her shirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-1720652570346433161?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/1720652570346433161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=1720652570346433161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1720652570346433161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1720652570346433161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/06/again.html' title='Again?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RmCtqRT_GHI/AAAAAAAAATE/ov4STOdguho/s72-c/IMG_0946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-7883605144684964957</id><published>2007-05-27T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:31.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wednesday night I spent some time with my friend Lisa and we saw this woman with super cute shoes. They were black with white polk-a-dots and bows. ADORABLE! So I asked her where she bought them. She was not so helpful, she remembered that they were from a store in the mall. But we kept running into her the whole night and actually ended up talking with her some. This woman had great hair. It was long and beautiful and the color was great. So I complemented her on it. She said thank you she did it herself and that she is a hairstylist! I have been looking for one. Amie gave me her card and she cut an colored my hair. I think she did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rlhd8hT_GAI/AAAAAAAAASM/EImydGpUnF4/s1600-h/IMG_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068904674921224194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rlhd8hT_GAI/AAAAAAAAASM/EImydGpUnF4/s400/IMG_0919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lisa, Amie, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rlhd9RT_GBI/AAAAAAAAASU/2ZnJfNsleaA/s1600-h/IMG_0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068904687806126098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rlhd9RT_GBI/AAAAAAAAASU/2ZnJfNsleaA/s400/IMG_0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New hair! You know I always have to take pictures. The cut is not that much different. I am thinking about growing it out so basically she just cleaned it up. She added some great low lights and some highlights. I think I have found a stylist! Woo hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-7883605144684964957?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/7883605144684964957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=7883605144684964957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7883605144684964957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7883605144684964957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-hair.html' title='New Hair'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rlhd8hT_GAI/AAAAAAAAASM/EImydGpUnF4/s72-c/IMG_0919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-7879965489640448776</id><published>2007-05-27T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:31.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>This post is specifically for my grandma to show her the shoes that I was talking about. Rach and I went shopping a couple of weeks ago. We both bought a practical pair of shoes and a fun pair. That is not to say that my practical pair is not fun, but you see the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RlhjaxT_GCI/AAAAAAAAASc/yeJb0dC-SLI/s1600-h/IMG_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068910692170405922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RlhjaxT_GCI/AAAAAAAAASc/yeJb0dC-SLI/s400/IMG_0939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RlhjbhT_GDI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ts-DoejTpo0/s1600-h/IMG_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068910705055307826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RlhjbhT_GDI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ts-DoejTpo0/s400/IMG_0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RlhjcBT_GEI/AAAAAAAAASs/Cv_pxQiaLkM/s1600-h/IMG_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068910713645242434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RlhjcBT_GEI/AAAAAAAAASs/Cv_pxQiaLkM/s400/IMG_0941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RlhjdBT_GFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/mC8MU3m8fhs/s1600-h/IMG_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068910730825111634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RlhjdBT_GFI/AAAAAAAAAS0/mC8MU3m8fhs/s400/IMG_0942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not, the red shoes are Rachel's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RlhjdRT_GGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/-YHx4NnaXcY/s1600-h/rachel"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068910735120078946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RlhjdRT_GGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/-YHx4NnaXcY/s400/rachel%27s+shoes.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/18614334-7879965489640448776?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/7879965489640448776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=7879965489640448776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7879965489640448776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7879965489640448776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/05/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RlhjaxT_GCI/AAAAAAAAASc/yeJb0dC-SLI/s72-c/IMG_0939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-8043341623617845928</id><published>2007-05-26T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:47:48.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slideshow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;A collection of recent photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=69596390&amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="320" width="426"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 0px; opacity: 0.6;" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot.gif?w=SS&amp;d=CB27&amp;amp;c=1&amp;id=69596390" /&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;amp;refid=69596390"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 0px; opacity: 0.6;" align="right"&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right: 0px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=69596390&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_create.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right: 0px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=69596390"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_view.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-8043341623617845928?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/8043341623617845928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/8043341623617845928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/05/slideshow.html' title='Slideshow!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-1247657674716370800</id><published>2007-05-25T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T15:24:25.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinsey Lynne's Birthday Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/phHr-FEKARo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/phHr-FEKARo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-1247657674716370800?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/1247657674716370800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=1247657674716370800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1247657674716370800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1247657674716370800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/05/kinsey-lynnes-birthday-video.html' title='Kinsey Lynne&apos;s Birthday Video'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-4129337121107824394</id><published>2007-05-25T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:51:30.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White boy can dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/B8WbSMP7E28' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/B8WbSMP7E28'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know this guy, but if I did I am sure that we would be great friends.  SO MUCH fun.  You got to love a guy that can have a great time.  I mean seriously, think of all the terrible things he could be doing but no, he is blowing off some steam by breaking it down.  More power to ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-4129337121107824394?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/4129337121107824394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=4129337121107824394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4129337121107824394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4129337121107824394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/05/white-boy-can-dance.html' title='White boy can dance'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-1241110861239558053</id><published>2007-05-19T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:32.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Creatures</title><content type='html'>Seriously.  I do not understand what is going on.  The last 24 hours have included a couple of creatures that have scared the daylights out of me.  Yesterday afternoon I was sitting out by the pool. (Side note-LOVE AZ for the pool.)   I got in to cool off and got out and was talking to a friend on the phone.  I saw something in the pool that looked like a branch from a plant.  Then I began to think that it was moving on an awefully lot.  When I took a closer look I saw that it was a snake.  There was a snake in the pool.  Of course I had to take a picture.   It was bright orange and about a foot long.  Gross.  Needless to say I did not get back into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rk9SKRT_F9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/lMbw1HuliDs/s1600-h/0518071316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rk9SKRT_F9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/lMbw1HuliDs/s400/0518071316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066358442214496210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this morning I got on the 51 and I saw this creature through my window.  Understand that I was going about 65 and this thing was still hanging on!  I am pretty sure it was a grasshopper of some sort, but I am used to those being green.  Then again, not much is green here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rk9SLBT_F-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/DWEmVHHJC3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rk9SLBT_F-I/AAAAAAAAAR8/DWEmVHHJC3Q/s400/IMG_0915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066358455099398114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rk9SLhT_F_I/AAAAAAAAASE/8YmYypiB1eQ/s1600-h/IMG_0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rk9SLhT_F_I/AAAAAAAAASE/8YmYypiB1eQ/s400/IMG_0916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066358463689332722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of frightened by what could pop up next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-1241110861239558053?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/1241110861239558053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=1241110861239558053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1241110861239558053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1241110861239558053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/05/strange-creatures.html' title='Strange Creatures'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rk9SKRT_F9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/lMbw1HuliDs/s72-c/0518071316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-1234280441469474312</id><published>2007-05-18T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:34.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Tara's Wedding</title><content type='html'>The Bride and Groom taking their first steps at Mr. and Mrs. Avina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0v3m_Dm9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/9JM108KiYPY/s1600-h/IMG_1352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0v3m_Dm9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/9JM108KiYPY/s400/IMG_1352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061254188638641106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cutting the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xAm_DnGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/37PQtL5HKJg/s1600-h/IMG_1371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xAm_DnGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/37PQtL5HKJg/s400/IMG_1371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061255442769091682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan and I with our cousin the beautiful bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xgm_DnLI/AAAAAAAAARU/w0BbCkr__7Y/s1600-h/IMG_1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xgm_DnLI/AAAAAAAAARU/w0BbCkr__7Y/s400/IMG_1379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061255992524905650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good times with Mom.  You can't tell that we are all related right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xA2_DnHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dyTgjagzb9s/s1600-h/IMG_1373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xA2_DnHI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dyTgjagzb9s/s400/IMG_1373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061255447064058994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xBW_DnKI/AAAAAAAAARM/n8ehwlK43cs/s1600-h/IMG_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xBW_DnKI/AAAAAAAAARM/n8ehwlK43cs/s400/IMG_1378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061255455653993634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grandparents  all four of them from the Bride's mom's side, all the way from Iowa.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xBG_DnII/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HmuEommOoL8/s1600-h/IMG_1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xBG_DnII/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HmuEommOoL8/s400/IMG_1375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061255451359026306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xBG_DnJI/AAAAAAAAARE/7f-6W_j02-Q/s1600-h/IMG_1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xBG_DnJI/AAAAAAAAARE/7f-6W_j02-Q/s400/IMG_1377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061255451359026322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Kinsey before getting into her dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0v32_DnAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8rgXECVNaa0/s1600-h/IMG_1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0v32_DnAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/8rgXECVNaa0/s400/IMG_1309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061254192933608450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her pretty dress with one of her favorite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0wom_DnFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/b3t8VtvtcjA/s1600-h/IMG_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0wom_DnFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/b3t8VtvtcjA/s400/IMG_1355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061255030452231250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither the ring bearer nor the flower girl was big enough to walk down the isle, but don't they look so cute in the wagon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0v3W_Dm8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/462mtGkWls8/s1600-h/IMG_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0v3W_Dm8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/462mtGkWls8/s400/IMG_1338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061254184343673794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very tired after a busy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xg2_DnMI/AAAAAAAAARc/N0FS__ORqM4/s1600-h/IMG_1381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xg2_DnMI/AAAAAAAAARc/N0FS__ORqM4/s400/IMG_1381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061255996819872962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved my dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0wnW_DnBI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gy3qRB3NXaQ/s1600-h/IMG_1311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0wnW_DnBI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gy3qRB3NXaQ/s400/IMG_1311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061255008977394706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan calls this my element picture. The photographer called me the wedding planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0wnm_DnCI/AAAAAAAAAQM/is89J9eNjWE/s1600-h/IMG_1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0wnm_DnCI/AAAAAAAAAQM/is89J9eNjWE/s400/IMG_1314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061255013272362018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma helping with something blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0wn2_DnDI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ihvxBm7y8qI/s1600-h/IMG_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0wn2_DnDI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ihvxBm7y8qI/s400/IMG_1319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061255017567329330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last touches.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0v32_Dm_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/YFakecWksF4/s1600-h/IMG_1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0v32_Dm_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/YFakecWksF4/s400/IMG_1308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061254192933608434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach and Megs having a good time at the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xhW_DnOI/AAAAAAAAARs/PT4Vg-NIa-Y/s1600-h/IMG_1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xhW_DnOI/AAAAAAAAARs/PT4Vg-NIa-Y/s400/IMG_1394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061256005409807586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0woG_DnEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Q0FVdYo85JQ/s1600-h/IMG_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0woG_DnEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Q0FVdYo85JQ/s400/IMG_0534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061255021862296642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xhW_DnNI/AAAAAAAAARk/RlCeZcP3uzg/s1600-h/IMG_1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0xhW_DnNI/AAAAAAAAARk/RlCeZcP3uzg/s400/IMG_1390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061256005409807570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, very old I know.  Better late than never right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-1234280441469474312?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/1234280441469474312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=1234280441469474312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1234280441469474312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1234280441469474312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/05/pictures-from-taras-wedding.html' title='Pictures from Tara&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0v3m_Dm9I/AAAAAAAAAPk/9JM108KiYPY/s72-c/IMG_1352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-1712600337437225134</id><published>2007-05-07T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:35.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lynne's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures from Aunt Lynne's birthday.  And yes, it was a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey helping her grandma open her present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0uZG_Dm5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/loz5sKtJzgg/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0uZG_Dm5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/loz5sKtJzgg/s400/IMG_0793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061252565141003154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0uZW_Dm6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Jr7m8InXY5E/s1600-h/IMG_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0uZW_Dm6I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Jr7m8InXY5E/s400/IMG_0794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061252569435970466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0uZ2_Dm7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/vYYoC7C8CGY/s1600-h/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0uZ2_Dm7I/AAAAAAAAAPU/vYYoC7C8CGY/s400/IMG_0796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061252578025905074" 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/18614334-1712600337437225134?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/1712600337437225134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=1712600337437225134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1712600337437225134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1712600337437225134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/05/lynnes-birthday.html' title='Lynne&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0uZG_Dm5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/loz5sKtJzgg/s72-c/IMG_0793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-4125824445528934765</id><published>2007-05-05T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:35.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bedroom Stuff</title><content type='html'>When I bought my bedroom stuff I liked it.  When I saw this stuff at Target, I LOVED it.  The bedspread, sheet, pillow cases, and bed skirt all came in one package.  At first, I was not able to justify buying all new bedding since I had just bought the other in September.  But then it was twenty percent off and I decided I couldn't pass it up.  I bought some curtains at IKEA to add some color to the typical apartment white.  Let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0slG_Dm2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/__9wk9jEAK4/s1600-h/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0slG_Dm2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/__9wk9jEAK4/s400/IMG_0881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061250572276177762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0slW_Dm3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/CzR5rt5pOuc/s1600-h/IMG_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0slW_Dm3I/AAAAAAAAAO0/CzR5rt5pOuc/s400/IMG_0882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061250576571145074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0sl2_Dm4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/trEehdWQBA4/s1600-h/IMG_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0sl2_Dm4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/trEehdWQBA4/s400/IMG_0883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061250585161079682" 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/18614334-4125824445528934765?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/4125824445528934765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=4125824445528934765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4125824445528934765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4125824445528934765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-bedroom-stuff.html' title='New Bedroom Stuff'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rj0slG_Dm2I/AAAAAAAAAOs/__9wk9jEAK4/s72-c/IMG_0881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-8677545388640152925</id><published>2007-04-29T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:37.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gwen and Akon</title><content type='html'>Hey all! Long time, no post. Here are some pictures from my latest adventure. Rachel, my cousin and her husband, our friend Shay, his friend Lisa and about 20,00 other people went to the &lt;a href="http://www.gwenstefani.com/"&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;/a&gt; (featuring &lt;a href="http://www.akononline.com/"&gt;Akon&lt;/a&gt;) concert. It was a good show. Both are pretty good performers, but Gwen is really great. Our seats were general admission, so the pictures are kinda fuzzy and the dot on stage is generally the performer. Sorry. If you are ever in Phoenix during the cooler months and have the opportunity to see a show at &lt;a href="http://www.livenation.com/venue/getVenue/venueId/113"&gt;Cricket Pavilion&lt;/a&gt;, I highly recommend it. It is a very cool outdoor facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel and I with our yummy frozen beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjRzfG_DmsI/AAAAAAAAANc/k07zmEkudVY/s1600-h/IMG_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjRzfG_DmsI/AAAAAAAAANc/k07zmEkudVY/s400/IMG_0800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058795259732138690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjRzfW_DmtI/AAAAAAAAANk/D3mS1-TKaQw/s1600-h/IMG_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjRzfW_DmtI/AAAAAAAAANk/D3mS1-TKaQw/s400/IMG_0802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058795264027106002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bobby and Tara (Cecil) Avina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjRzf2_DmuI/AAAAAAAAANs/rgew0Yut4v0/s1600-h/IMG_0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjRzf2_DmuI/AAAAAAAAANs/rgew0Yut4v0/s400/IMG_0807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058795272617040610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite morning radio personalities Rich and Johnjay although it is called the &lt;a href="http://www.kzzp.com/pages/johnjay_rich.html?dontcacheme=1"&gt;Johnjay and Rich&lt;/a&gt; show.  Oh man, so rediculous, but so funny.  Shay called Rachel a Rich and I am her Johnjay.  That was funny.  Funnier if you know the show though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjRzgW_DmvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/m7w7ap0SNoM/s1600-h/IMG_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjRzgW_DmvI/AAAAAAAAAN0/m7w7ap0SNoM/s400/IMG_0805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058795281206975218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Akon's Stage: he is there in the middle if you look really closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjR0P2_DmxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/X2b_G8ZlbBE/s1600-h/IMG_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjR0P2_DmxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/X2b_G8ZlbBE/s400/IMG_0822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058796097250761490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Akon's D.J.  Oh man, if he played at the club, I would so be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjRzgm_DmwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/GxB59f2DLW4/s1600-h/IMG_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjRzgm_DmwI/AAAAAAAAAN8/GxB59f2DLW4/s400/IMG_0810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058795285501942530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AKON!  Sorry this is my best picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjR0QW_DmyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Y2T8isDipAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjR0QW_DmyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Y2T8isDipAQ/s400/IMG_0813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058796105840696098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gwen! You can see the band behind her in this photo.  It was quite the set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjR0Q2_DmzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jC0VVmyu168/s1600-h/IMG_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjR0Q2_DmzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jC0VVmyu168/s400/IMG_0826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058796114430630706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were screens behind that had video and pictures and things on them.  It was a very cool way to change the "scene" with out having to physically change anything.  During this song her dancers were dressed in Kimonos and there was this Japanese style picture that changed in the background.  This is very appropriate considering all of her 3/4 of her dancers are actually from Japan.  She says they make her not look as short.  They were very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjR0RW_Dm0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/mnyfyitfXt8/s1600-h/IMG_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjR0RW_Dm0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/mnyfyitfXt8/s400/IMG_0827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058796123020565314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gwen changed costumes about every 2 songs.  It was pretty awesome.  She is in the middle with the white coat.  I didn't take many pictures after that.  I was distracted by the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjR0Rm_Dm1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZHpnh-O1cGk/s1600-h/IMG_0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjR0Rm_Dm1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZHpnh-O1cGk/s400/IMG_0832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058796127315532626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the chance to go see Gwen, it was a pretty cool show.  And if you don't like Gwen, and Akon is there, he is pretty darn cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-8677545388640152925?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/8677545388640152925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=8677545388640152925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/8677545388640152925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/8677545388640152925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/04/gwen-and-akon.html' title='Gwen and Akon'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RjRzfG_DmsI/AAAAAAAAANc/k07zmEkudVY/s72-c/IMG_0800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-2246615329730920700</id><published>2007-03-31T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T02:38:56.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinsey Lynne's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>I made a video and I cannot post it.  That is upsetting.  Boo windows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-2246615329730920700?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/2246615329730920700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=2246615329730920700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2246615329730920700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2246615329730920700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/03/kinsey-lynnes-birthday.html' title='Kinsey Lynne&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-4957316816620975174</id><published>2007-03-22T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:38.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLz5k_3JtI/AAAAAAAAALY/unEnGFn_v9w/s1600-h/IMG_1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am nearing the end of a huge amount of family time. My cousin was marri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLz5k_3JtI/AAAAAAAAALY/unEnGFn_v9w/s1600-h/IMG_1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ed on Sunday (don't worry, I will blog some pictures of that later) and a lot of people came to take part in the celebration. My sister, mom, and two sets of grandparents were all here. It has been a busy time, because of the wedding, but it has been great to get to spend time with the family. These last few days, those of us that are still here have been taking it easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLz5k_3JtI/AAAAAAAAALY/unEnGFn_v9w/s1600-h/IMG_1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLz5k_3JtI/AAAAAAAAALY/unEnGFn_v9w/s400/IMG_1224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044862703118001874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Putting together the programs for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLz50_3JuI/AAAAAAAAALg/yPflk70pmyw/s1600-h/IMG_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLz50_3JuI/AAAAAAAAALg/yPflk70pmyw/s400/IMG_1233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044862707412969186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinsey Lynne spending time with Grandpa and Sammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLz50_3JvI/AAAAAAAAALo/xOz9avMbhEg/s1600-h/IMG_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLz50_3JvI/AAAAAAAAALo/xOz9avMbhEg/s400/IMG_1242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044862707412969202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course there are going to be a ton of Kinsey Lynne photos if it is family time. ;) She is such a smiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLz6E_3JwI/AAAAAAAAALw/_32Q6000MEA/s1600-h/IMG_1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLz6E_3JwI/AAAAAAAAALw/_32Q6000MEA/s400/IMG_1246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044862711707936514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan, Kinsey and Great Grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLz6U_3JxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nPSJVeA4h28/s1600-h/IMG_1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLz6U_3JxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/nPSJVeA4h28/s400/IMG_1251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044862716002903826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan and I  having a night out on the town.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL1NU_3JyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UUpcSMdSXJ8/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL1NU_3JyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UUpcSMdSXJ8/s400/IMG_0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044864141932046114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great Grandma feeding Kinsey some "big people" food at the rehearsal dinner.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL1Nk_3JzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bAD97-xZcnE/s1600-h/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL1Nk_3JzI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bAD97-xZcnE/s400/IMG_0501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044864146227013426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes the camera.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL1N0_3J0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/P1Fo0VNGWRA/s1600-h/IMG_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL1N0_3J0I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/P1Fo0VNGWRA/s400/IMG_1254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044864150521980738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out for St. Patrick's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL1OU_3J1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/qGMpb3OfbS8/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL1OU_3J1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/qGMpb3OfbS8/s400/IMG_0507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044864159111915346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead singer of the band on St. Patrick's Day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL1Ok_3J2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/FrUHwrnYNyo/s1600-h/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL1Ok_3J2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/FrUHwrnYNyo/s400/IMG_0525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044864163406882658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun photo, that I have no idea how I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL2nk_3J4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/LVJ5aqGSNmc/s1600-h/IMG_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL2nk_3J4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/LVJ5aqGSNmc/s400/IMG_0558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044865692415240066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey cuddling with Great Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL2nE_3J3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/07aq-cO9ra8/s1600-h/IMG_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL2nE_3J3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/07aq-cO9ra8/s400/IMG_0547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044865683825305458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Great Grandma!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL2n0_3J5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8U9ESLkkE8E/s1600-h/IMG_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL2n0_3J5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/8U9ESLkkE8E/s400/IMG_0567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044865696710207378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo! Keys.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL2o0_3J7I/AAAAAAAAANI/MFx8v-9qJCE/s1600-h/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL2o0_3J7I/AAAAAAAAANI/MFx8v-9qJCE/s400/IMG_0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044865713890076594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are teaching her to read early.   This might be a little bit naughty for a one year old.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL2ok_3J6I/AAAAAAAAANA/4qbhtiOtM74/s1600-h/IMG_0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgL2ok_3J6I/AAAAAAAAANA/4qbhtiOtM74/s400/IMG_0582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044865709595109282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-4957316816620975174?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/4957316816620975174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=4957316816620975174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4957316816620975174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4957316816620975174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/03/family-fun.html' title='Family Fun'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLz5k_3JtI/AAAAAAAAALY/unEnGFn_v9w/s72-c/IMG_1224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-5677769636259419700</id><published>2007-03-22T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:39.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Nails!</title><content type='html'>We got manicures and pedicures for the wedding.  That is not something I usually pay for, but man it was fun.  It was also great that the colors of the wedding just happened to correspond with St. Patrick's Day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLwvU_3JrI/AAAAAAAAALI/sqzqkx67ckw/s1600-h/IMG_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLwvU_3JrI/AAAAAAAAALI/sqzqkx67ckw/s400/IMG_0543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044859228489459378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I mention that my toenail is back!   Woo hoo! This was the first time that I painted it.   I know that doesn't seem like a big deal, but it kinda is. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLwv0_3JsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bAIIIt0x58M/s1600-h/IMG_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLwv0_3JsI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bAIIIt0x58M/s400/IMG_0536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044859237079393986" 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/18614334-5677769636259419700?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/5677769636259419700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=5677769636259419700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/5677769636259419700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/5677769636259419700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/03/fun-nails.html' title='Fun Nails!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RgLwvU_3JrI/AAAAAAAAALI/sqzqkx67ckw/s72-c/IMG_0543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-4747711943833870875</id><published>2007-03-05T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:40.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Kinsey Lynne!  So cute and  getting SO BIG!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexn5NOBA7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/woOxEPzVyvI/s1600-h/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexn5NOBA7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/woOxEPzVyvI/s400/IMG_0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038516315619394482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexn5dOBA8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/APZoNUrsvZY/s1600-h/IMG_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexn5dOBA8I/AAAAAAAAAK4/APZoNUrsvZY/s400/IMG_0482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038516319914361794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexn59OBA9I/AAAAAAAAALA/mMjm4ahGTGI/s1600-h/IMG_0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexn59OBA9I/AAAAAAAAALA/mMjm4ahGTGI/s400/IMG_0483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038516328504296402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexm5tOBA2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/urX16A0zQcs/s1600-h/IMG_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexm5tOBA2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/urX16A0zQcs/s400/IMG_0460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038515224697701218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexm6NOBA3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9XS1SzBX9sU/s1600-h/IMG_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexm6NOBA3I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9XS1SzBX9sU/s400/IMG_0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038515233287635826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexm8tOBA4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/RcAETIrW1Xs/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexm8tOBA4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/RcAETIrW1Xs/s400/IMG_0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038515276237308802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexm9NOBA5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/xzPN9tfSvY0/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexm9NOBA5I/AAAAAAAAAKg/xzPN9tfSvY0/s400/IMG_0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038515284827243410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexm9tOBA6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/b7Q6xi7K0b8/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexm9tOBA6I/AAAAAAAAAKo/b7Q6xi7K0b8/s400/IMG_0473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038515293417178018" 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/18614334-4747711943833870875?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/4747711943833870875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=4747711943833870875' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4747711943833870875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4747711943833870875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rexn5NOBA7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/woOxEPzVyvI/s72-c/IMG_0475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-6251683433635888719</id><published>2007-02-26T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T00:34:26.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NAME GAME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Your first Name:&lt;br /&gt;Holly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;izzle&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Holizzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; color and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; animal)&lt;br /&gt;Red Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, and current street)&lt;br /&gt;Christine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meadowbrook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, last 3 three letters of your mom's maiden name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Barhourk&lt;/span&gt;-this is not the way I know how to make that name.  I learned without the maiden name part, which leaves me with Bar Ho., lovely famous nick name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; favorite color, favorite drink).&lt;br /&gt;Pink Vodka Cranberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. YOUR IRAQI NAME: (2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, any letter of your middle name, 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; letter of your moms maiden name, 3rd letter of you dads middle name, 1st letter of a siblings first name, last letter of your moms middle name):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Orccrme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (fathers middle name)&lt;br /&gt;Herbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one your pets)&lt;br /&gt;Black Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-6251683433635888719?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/6251683433635888719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=6251683433635888719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/6251683433635888719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/6251683433635888719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/02/name-game.html' title='NAME GAME!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-7709790001250300808</id><published>2007-02-06T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:40.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINE'S DECORATIONS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RchH4wXkCZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iJ0p3WQeC1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RchH4wXkCZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iJ0p3WQeC1Y/s400/IMG_0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028348024341137810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RchH5QXkCaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FEIQy0LAYhc/s1600-h/IMG_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RchH5QXkCaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FEIQy0LAYhc/s400/IMG_0391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028348032931072418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RchH5wXkCbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4qEBOfnU5PY/s1600-h/IMG_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RchH5wXkCbI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4qEBOfnU5PY/s400/IMG_0393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028348041521007026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What happens when boys don't realize that those were for decoration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RchH6AXkCcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FGbbWdp-boc/s1600-h/IMG_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RchH6AXkCcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FGbbWdp-boc/s400/IMG_0397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028348045815974338" 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/18614334-7709790001250300808?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/7709790001250300808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=7709790001250300808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7709790001250300808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7709790001250300808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-decorations.html' title='VALENTINE&apos;S DECORATIONS!!!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RchH4wXkCZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iJ0p3WQeC1Y/s72-c/IMG_0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-3718682926074494205</id><published>2007-02-06T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:41.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember these?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RchErwXkCXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SIYjSZYcjkg/s1600-h/IMG_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RchErwXkCXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SIYjSZYcjkg/s200/IMG_0386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028344502467955058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this summer, we bought some chairs that I was supposed to make slip covers for.  We got a little bit delayed when the fabric had to be ordered, but we have had the fabric for months.  I have also had a book checked out from the library so long that I think I have renewed it 3 times.  I did not even know that was possible.  I have no excuse.  I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RchDyAXkCVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5Qtya7BfGvI/s1600-h/IMG_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RchDyAXkCVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5Qtya7BfGvI/s400/IMG_0385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028343510330509650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have been lazy.  I guess the one excuse I do have is that when I get the desire to work on this type of thing it is typically after midnight and not the most opportune time to be running a sewing machine.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I worked hard, friends.  I have one chair that is completed except for the cushion and some finishing work.  I worked on the thing for over 5 hours.  Whew, but I have to say, I am pretty happy at how it has come out so far.  So even though I did not shower until midnight, I am counting it as a productive day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RchGqQXkCYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XOKE8-5Wgz8/s1600-h/IMG_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RchGqQXkCYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XOKE8-5Wgz8/s320/IMG_0384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028346675721406850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top: original chair&lt;br /&gt;Middle: Chair with cover and cushion that needs covered&lt;br /&gt;Bottom: Chair with cover and without cushion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-3718682926074494205?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/3718682926074494205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=3718682926074494205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/3718682926074494205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/3718682926074494205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/02/remember-these.html' title='Remember these?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RchErwXkCXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/SIYjSZYcjkg/s72-c/IMG_0386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-2802664909203191788</id><published>2007-01-30T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:41.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words that changed my evening...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rb_RGgbYUfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZTSljo_-c4E/s1600-h/purse+i+want.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025965618882957810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rb_RGgbYUfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZTSljo_-c4E/s200/purse+i+want.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and possibly my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, "Can you afford it?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, "Can you live without it?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, with hesitation and groan, "Yes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-2802664909203191788?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/2802664909203191788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=2802664909203191788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2802664909203191788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2802664909203191788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/01/words-that-changed-my-evening.html' title='Words that changed my evening...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Rb_RGgbYUfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZTSljo_-c4E/s72-c/purse+i+want.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-4928623457987511082</id><published>2007-01-21T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:43.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I did on vacation...a picture review.</title><content type='html'>Went to Lisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Birocci's&lt;/span&gt; wedding with my sister. Former roommate. She looked absolutely beautiful and happy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020909332495592802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3ab5zX7WI/AAAAAAAAADw/2kznxl9sJRs/s400/IMG_0974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020909336790560114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3acJzX7XI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2p2dm9bWbvg/s400/IMG_0977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Did not get together with my Dad's side of the family. This actually happened two Sundays. The first planned get together was cancelled due to illness the second to weather. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020909341085527426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3acZzX7YI/AAAAAAAAAEA/SydNrpGzNKI/s400/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Enjoyed watching my sister learn, through experience, that confectioner's sugar is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;powdered&lt;/span&gt; sugar not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;granulated&lt;/span&gt;. "This frosting looks grainy." Oh man, I still laugh when I think about it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020909345380494738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3acpzX7ZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UwOzuiDP8rk/s400/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ate lunch with my grandparents at Legends after getting my hair cut (see previous post for hair cut pics). Saw this great sign and took a picture, sorry no pictures of the grandparents. This beer is for you Rachel.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3c0pzX7jI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MIsrlwRg-q8/s1600-h/IMG_0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020911956720610866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3c0pzX7jI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MIsrlwRg-q8/s400/IMG_0984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3cHZzX7gI/AAAAAAAAAFA/AARF06y_PEE/s1600-h/IMG_0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling with my sister and her friend Whitney. Good times had by all. They did not have any lanes when we arrived so we also played some pool and darts.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3cHpzX7hI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VigTGlhkpRU/s1600-h/IMG_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020911183626497554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3cHpzX7hI/AAAAAAAAAFI/VigTGlhkpRU/s400/IMG_0987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent time with friends in the great town of Iowa City. I am just getting used to carrying a camera along with me, so please forgive me for not having more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Andy's bird Mugger. I still don't like birds, but this one is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020909349675462050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3ac5zX7aI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Cpy_UlL8OmU/s400/IMG_0341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;. And I mean that literally. We went to Andy's after eating at the Vine to say good bye to Angie. I was wearing my coat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Andy's&lt;/span&gt; socks and covering myself with a blanket by the end of the evening.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3bcJzX7bI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kpnsPiy9gNQ/s1600-h/IMG_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020910436302187954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3bcJzX7bI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kpnsPiy9gNQ/s400/IMG_0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was great to see the ladies at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ICRC&lt;/span&gt;. I love the pregnant Sarah! So excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3bcZzX7cI/AAAAAAAAAEg/njZZxPzGvl0/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020910440597155266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3bcZzX7cI/AAAAAAAAAEg/njZZxPzGvl0/s400/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenny, what is so mellow about mellow yellow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3bcpzX7dI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HSCy0YQf1CM/s1600-h/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020910444892122578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3bcpzX7dI/AAAAAAAAAEo/HSCy0YQf1CM/s400/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is about time that someone took revenge on Suzie and took a picture while SHE was eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020910449187089890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3bc5zX7eI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Vpcch53zBtQ/s400/IMG_0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was so nice to get to see good friends in Iowa City. The only thing I would change would be to see more people and spend more time with the people that I did get to see. I spent a good amount of time with my family, my sister especially. I think that she will be glad that I put this picture of her up.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020911187921464866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3cH5zX7iI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/A38YBj2YW9E/s400/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the gate where I ran into someone from high school that I had not seen since high school. That was pretty fun.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020910453482057202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3bdJzX7fI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QCQtGt-TybM/s400/IMG_0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to say, Iowa did a good job of making me remember why I left her. Check out this crazy snow. You can't tell, but it was still snowing when I took that picture. And negative seven wind chill factor. You can't tell the wind chill from the picture. It was darn cold. And I didn't get to go sledding. What good is snow without sledding?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was great to be there, but it is good to be back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-4928623457987511082?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/4928623457987511082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=4928623457987511082' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4928623457987511082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/4928623457987511082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-i-did-on-vacationa-picture-review.html' title='What I did on vacation...a picture review.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3ab5zX7WI/AAAAAAAAADw/2kznxl9sJRs/s72-c/IMG_0974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-1804759262881860284</id><published>2007-01-18T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:44.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to post comments on my blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is for you Grandma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1-Click on comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021461137008881218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra_QTJzX7kI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VOEPOS8Ivug/s400/IMG_0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Type your comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021461141303848530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra_QTZzX7lI/AAAAAAAAAGg/K8HqBAhdCOw/s400/IMG_0374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3-Type in the letters for word verification.  This makes sure a real person is leaving comments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021461149893783138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra_QT5zX7mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZfupVGUu750/s400/IMG_0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4-Choose an identity.  If you have a Google or blogger account you can log in that way.  If you don't have an account you can leave an anonymous comment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blogger sign in:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021461158483717746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra_QUZzX7nI/AAAAAAAAAGw/h5ur_nSZg9g/s400/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaving a comment anonymously.  Please note, if you leave a comment this way I have no way of telling who sent the comment and that is no fun.  Please, leave your name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021461162778685058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra_QUpzX7oI/AAAAAAAAAG4/GGxH8YE9_LA/s400/IMG_0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;5-Click on "Publish Your Comment."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021461738304302738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra_Q2JzX7pI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3pEaSl2Yim0/s400/IMG_0377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6-View your comment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021461746894237346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra_Q2pzX7qI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Y7FNGN7o_bk/s400/IMG_0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There you have it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-1804759262881860284?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/1804759262881860284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=1804759262881860284' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1804759262881860284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1804759262881860284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-to-post-comments-on-my-blog.html' title='How to post comments on my blog...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra_QTJzX7kI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VOEPOS8Ivug/s72-c/IMG_0365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-1064834503752812311</id><published>2007-01-17T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T00:07:24.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home!</title><content type='html'>To say the least, getting back to Iowa was an adventure. And the travel part was not the only adventurous part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that my trip back home was going to be the long haul (I have a 7 hour lay over on Monday to get back to Phoenix). However, getting to Des &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Moines&lt;/span&gt; seemed to be no easy feat. My lovely roommate dropped me off at the airport on Friday morning. I have this bad habit of waiting until the last moment to pack for a trip and this time was no exception. I am quite thankful for living so close to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight to Salt Lake City was uneventful. I listened to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; and enjoyed having the seat next to me empty. As we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;descended&lt;/span&gt; I realized that I had missed a lot of what was probably a beautiful flight to watch out the window. I was in awe of the white mountains and the icy bodies of water. It was so pretty I decided right then and there that sometime I would have to take a trip to Salt Lake City, something I never even thought of before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had three pushing on four hours to spend in the airport, so I took my time getting to my next gate. On the way there I discovered the ever present Starbucks. After finding my gate I returned to the Starbucks. I sat next to a woman reading &lt;em&gt;Cultivating &lt;/em&gt;by John Eldridge. I knew once I took out my Bible that she would say something. Having a Bible in front of you must be body language for "talk to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady had been delayed on her first flight and that had caused her to miss her original flight in Salt Lake City. She was a lady that looked to be about my parent's age and she shared with me that she had children around my age. One of her daughters had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;encouraged&lt;/span&gt; her to read the book she had with her. She asked what I was reading and I explained that i was spending the afternoon catching up on the Bible in a year program that I was almost finished with. A few years back, she used the same program and shared some of the ways that she was encouraged by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she left I put in my head phones. Bible may say, "talk to me," but head phones are American for "do NOT talk to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after the other lady left, a woman about my age sat down. She asked me if I could look after her stuff for a minute. I know this is a big airport no, no. But I was pretty sure she looked at my Bible and decided I would be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; person for that. And seeing as she ignored my head phones and had an accent I knew she was not American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came back she shared with me that she is from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Israel&lt;/span&gt; and that she was in America for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Urbana&lt;/span&gt; Missions conference. This woman was amazing. She is the leader of the department for Hebrew speaking students at the school she works at. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Divine&lt;/span&gt; encounter. She shared with me from Song of Songs some things that she was learning and the Hebrew meaning of some of the passages. It was amazing. It was like God put a face and a voice on the words He wanted me to hear. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the travel part of the adventure started. My flight got delayed and the flight attendant lady told us that we might have to land in Cedar Rapids instead of Des &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Moines&lt;/span&gt; due to possible weather. After we boarded the plane the pilot said that the weather was perfect in Des &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Moines&lt;/span&gt; and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;foresaw&lt;/span&gt; no reason that we would not land there. That was good, but then he informed us that there was a part on our plane that needed to be replaced. That is never something that you really want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after all that we took off about the same time we were supposed to land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, you have to love traveling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-1064834503752812311?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/1064834503752812311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=1064834503752812311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1064834503752812311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1064834503752812311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-7236462493701821619</id><published>2007-01-10T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:45.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair</title><content type='html'>Before.  Long (for me!)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3MhZzX7RI/AAAAAAAAACs/IwQCUrJvCeg/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020894033822084370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3MhZzX7RI/AAAAAAAAACs/IwQCUrJvCeg/s400/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New length, a little bit different color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3MhpzX7SI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BVc5yBgisvo/s1600-h/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020894038117051682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3MhpzX7SI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BVc5yBgisvo/s400/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Super straight and from the side so you can see the angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3MiJzX7TI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OY2xMJo-q8U/s1600-h/IMG_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020894046706986290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3MiJzX7TI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OY2xMJo-q8U/s400/IMG_0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tucked behind the ears and a little curly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3MiZzX7UI/AAAAAAAAADE/aHGw7zvY0to/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020894051001953602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3MiZzX7UI/AAAAAAAAADE/aHGw7zvY0to/s400/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Same as above, from the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3MipzX7VI/AAAAAAAAADM/smE7BwHRkUY/s1600-h/IMG_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020894055296920914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3MipzX7VI/AAAAAAAAADM/smE7BwHRkUY/s400/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...what do ya think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-7236462493701821619?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/7236462493701821619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=7236462493701821619' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7236462493701821619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7236462493701821619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-hair.html' title='New Hair'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/Ra3MhZzX7RI/AAAAAAAAACs/IwQCUrJvCeg/s72-c/IMG_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-2983101040089637526</id><published>2006-12-27T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T03:27:13.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm totally black.</title><content type='html'>So, the other day I was helping someone and I had to leave to get something.  When I came back, that person asked me where the black lady went. &lt;br /&gt;I asked him, "What black lady?"&lt;br /&gt;He responded, "Holly."&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, that is me."&lt;br /&gt;"Well you changed colors then!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, that was hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-2983101040089637526?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/2983101040089637526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=2983101040089637526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2983101040089637526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2983101040089637526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-totally-black.html' title='I&apos;m totally black.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-2227197513541534292</id><published>2006-12-27T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T01:05:34.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By request...</title><content type='html'>One. Word. Survey. You. Can. Only. Type. One. Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yourself: spender&lt;br /&gt;2. Your sibling(s): friend&lt;br /&gt;3. Your mother: Christmas&lt;br /&gt;4. Your Father: thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favorite physical feature on others: eyes&lt;br /&gt;6. Your dream home: full&lt;br /&gt;7. Your best friends: insight&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream last night: unknown&lt;br /&gt;9. Your Favorite drink: coffee (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; did you mean to imply pumpkin spice latte?)&lt;br /&gt;10. Your Dream Car: infinity&lt;br /&gt;11. The room you are in: dining&lt;br /&gt;12. Your Ex: oops&lt;br /&gt;13. Your fear: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What you want to be in 10 years: satisfied&lt;br /&gt;15. Who you hung out with last night: players&lt;br /&gt;16. Something you’re not: confident&lt;br /&gt;17. Muffins: pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;18. One of Your Wish List Items: camera&lt;br /&gt;19. Time: night&lt;br /&gt;20. The Last Thing You Did: download&lt;br /&gt;21. Your Favorite Weather: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your Favorite Book: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;james&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The last thing you ate: bread&lt;br /&gt;24. Your Life: confusing&lt;br /&gt;25. Your Mood: restless&lt;br /&gt;26. What are you thinking about right now: plans&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you doing at the moment: typing&lt;br /&gt;28. Your summer: hot&lt;br /&gt;29. Your relationship status: free&lt;br /&gt;30. Who You Are Now: me&lt;br /&gt;31. Who You Want to be in Five Years: ready&lt;br /&gt;32. What is the weather like: beautiful&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed: tonight&lt;br /&gt;34. Who should fill this out: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-2227197513541534292?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/2227197513541534292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=2227197513541534292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2227197513541534292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2227197513541534292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/12/by-request.html' title='By request...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-7524395833669089105</id><published>2006-12-23T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T03:06:07.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know I am a sucker for a survey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;JANUARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who kissed you on new years?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I brought in 2006 by playing Pretty Princess, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you have a new year's resolution this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Negatory&lt;/span&gt; big buddy.  But, in February I did decide to read the Bible in a year. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Does it snow where you live?&lt;br /&gt;Um...no.  I live in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like hot chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, please, but I like all kinds of hot beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been to Times Square to watch the ball drop?&lt;br /&gt;No, my New Year's celebrations are much more exciting, see above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was your Valentine?&lt;br /&gt;Valentine? Have you met me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you were little, did you buy valentines for your whole class?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you care if the groundhog sees its shadow or not?&lt;br /&gt;What the crap, you know it is always going to be cold until it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; hot and humid in Iowa.  So, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you Irish?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you wear green on St. Patty's Day?&lt;br /&gt;If I remember.  I just bought a green and white dress! The green is called clover.  That is fun right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What did you do for St. Patty's Day in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;Went to Olive Garden to celebrate my cousin's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you happy when winter is pretty much over?&lt;br /&gt;What is winter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like the rain?&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind rain, but I hate being wet, so if it means me getting wet then no.  It actually rained here today.  Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you play an April fool's joke on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I remember.  So, if I did it must not have been that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you get tons of candy on Easter?&lt;br /&gt;No, we usually got a milk chocolate bunny and hunted eggs with candy in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you celebrate 4/20?&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you love the month of April?&lt;br /&gt;Love is probably not the first word that comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;Tulips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like the spring?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish the phrase "April showers":&lt;br /&gt;bring may flowers, um how do people get this survey if not copying it from others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the first color you think of when you think of Spring?&lt;br /&gt;green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What year did/will you graduate from high school?&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you do anything fun during this month?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing sticks out, I can't remember exactly when my family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;members&lt;/span&gt; were here in the summer, so that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do on the Fourth of July?&lt;br /&gt;worked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you go on any vacations during this month?&lt;br /&gt;Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you blast the A/C all day?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUGUST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you do anything special at the end of your summer?&lt;br /&gt;I flew to L.A. for a weekend, that was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was your favorite summer memory of '06?&lt;br /&gt;Probably going to L.A. that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you have a sunburn?&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you go to the beach a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Is there water in Arizona?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did you attend school/college in '06?&lt;br /&gt;No way Jose!  I did spend time on a lot of different college campuses though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is your favorite teacher?&lt;br /&gt;My mom, David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Cowger&lt;/span&gt;.  Neither one of them are my teacher, so I suppose that does not count.  So how about Mr. Z.  He was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like fall better than summer?&lt;br /&gt;I miss fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OCTOBER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was your favorite Halloween costume?&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were M&amp;M's once.  That was super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite candy?&lt;br /&gt;Probably Milky Way or Dove chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What did you dress up as this year?&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure I worked Halloween this year.  So a nurse, very creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whose house do you go to for Thanksgiving?&lt;br /&gt;This year, Aunt Lynne's but that was on the Sunday before.  I worked on Thanksgiving.  Doing this survey is making me realize how many holidays I worked this year.  Dang for being low man on the totem pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you love stuffing?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say it is my favorite Thanksgiving side dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you thankful for?&lt;br /&gt;Good friends who remind me where my true identity lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DECEMBER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you celebrate Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Even if I didn't celebrate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;CHRISTmas&lt;/span&gt;, my name is Holly.  It is kind of required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is December 1st, 2006?&lt;br /&gt;over, what is this question trying to get at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever been kissed under mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Get anything special last year?&lt;br /&gt;ditto on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;. and i have some pretty great pictures of Joanna from Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you want this year?&lt;br /&gt;Not much.  I just said Merry Christmas to myself tonight.  So if you didn't get me a present I can wrap one of the things I bought for myself today and put your name on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-7524395833669089105?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/7524395833669089105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=7524395833669089105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7524395833669089105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/7524395833669089105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-i-am-sucker-for-survey.html' title='You know I am a sucker for a survey!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-5489917575791560962</id><published>2006-12-21T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:46.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it feels like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr52Gz391I/AAAAAAAAABk/2WhMEtDxATA/s1600-h/Chistmas+Flowers+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011092243339540306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr52Gz391I/AAAAAAAAABk/2WhMEtDxATA/s400/Chistmas+Flowers+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr52Gz392I/AAAAAAAAABs/pKy2K7Ig6wg/s1600-h/Chistmas+Flowers+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011092243339540322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr52Gz392I/AAAAAAAAABs/pKy2K7Ig6wg/s400/Chistmas+Flowers+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr52Wz393I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GlpWXqxrS6A/s1600-h/Chistmas+Flowers+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011092247634507634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr52Wz393I/AAAAAAAAAB0/GlpWXqxrS6A/s400/Chistmas+Flowers+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr5YGz39wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3D_GJnY-QBo/s1600-h/Chistmas+Flowers+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011091727943464706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr5YGz39wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3D_GJnY-QBo/s400/Chistmas+Flowers+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr5YWz39xI/AAAAAAAAABE/qzabM5ctWhQ/s1600-h/Chistmas+Flowers+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011091732238432018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr5YWz39xI/AAAAAAAAABE/qzabM5ctWhQ/s400/Chistmas+Flowers+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr5YWz39yI/AAAAAAAAABM/hWIpv9BMMjc/s1600-h/Chistmas+Flowers+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011091732238432034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr5YWz39yI/AAAAAAAAABM/hWIpv9BMMjc/s400/Chistmas+Flowers+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr5Ymz39zI/AAAAAAAAABU/DfakNy5LBRE/s1600-h/Chistmas+Flowers+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011091736533399346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr5Ymz39zI/AAAAAAAAABU/DfakNy5LBRE/s400/Chistmas+Flowers+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr5Ymz390I/AAAAAAAAABc/yMKptHpCPNc/s1600-h/Chistmas+Flowers+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011091736533399362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr5Ymz390I/AAAAAAAAABc/yMKptHpCPNc/s400/Chistmas+Flowers+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Mom and Dad and Megan!&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/18614334-5489917575791560962?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/5489917575791560962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=5489917575791560962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/5489917575791560962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/5489917575791560962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-it-feels-like-christmas.html' title='Now it feels like Christmas!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYr52Gz391I/AAAAAAAAABk/2WhMEtDxATA/s72-c/Chistmas+Flowers+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-6961257660289883588</id><published>2006-12-20T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:27:46.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in July?</title><content type='html'>Not really, but it feels like it when you live in the desert.  So, it is not hot and humid like it is in July in Iowa.  But it is still in the 60's and 70's most days.  This week it has been cooler though, like 50's.  And it does it pretty cold in the morning.  Like 30's.  I didn't know that happened in Phoenix, but it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decorated for Christmas.  Here are some of the pictures.  One night I made this thing to hang up above our counter top.  What can I say.  Sometimes I don't sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYomsWz39sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OrJGXia_pAY/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010860078882354882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYomsWz39sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OrJGXia_pAY/s400/Christmas+2006+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We bought these vases at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;.  Actually, we bought most of these things at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;.  Our plan is to change out the decorations with the seasons.  Oh, and in the picture above you can see the medium sized ones on the shelves next to the tea pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYomsWz39tI/AAAAAAAAAAU/quE6ZeSdfR4/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010860078882354898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYomsWz39tI/AAAAAAAAAAU/quE6ZeSdfR4/s400/Christmas+2006+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYomsWz39uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sLYSeVvYB2w/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010860078882354914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYomsWz39uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sLYSeVvYB2w/s400/Christmas+2006+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have these lights hanging on our balcony.  I like them a lot.  We never turn them off.  I thought they might deter the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pigeons&lt;/span&gt;, but I was completely wrong on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYomsmz39vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TYI4lSR2lYM/s1600-h/Star+lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010860083177322226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYomsmz39vI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TYI4lSR2lYM/s400/Star+lights.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some more decorations, but the pictures didn't turn out that great in the dark.  So we will have to take some more during the day.  Stay tuned for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really feel like Christmas.  There is no snow.  I can't complain.  I love the weather, but it is really hard to get into Christmas when the weather is this nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-6961257660289883588?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/6961257660289883588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=6961257660289883588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/6961257660289883588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/6961257660289883588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-in-july.html' title='Christmas in July?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_02CCtJ2nTgE/RYomsWz39sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OrJGXia_pAY/s72-c/Christmas+2006+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-2673825651859708695</id><published>2006-11-19T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T08:36:39.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They are here!</title><content type='html'>Tara is here and engaged.  When I got to the airport I saw her now fiance all dressed up with red roses and thought, "Did I miss the memo?"  Congratulations you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan is here and the party is on.  And I mean ON. No doubt.  Who needs Vegas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-2673825651859708695?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/2673825651859708695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=2673825651859708695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2673825651859708695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/2673825651859708695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/11/they-are-here.html' title='They are here!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-1098910228905289808</id><published>2006-11-13T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:20:12.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo!</title><content type='html'>I got a grown up bed yesterday! I slept in it for the first time last night. Hooray for our apartment looking more like a home.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2110/2272/320/bed3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2110/2272/320/bed1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Up close on the linens.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2110/2272/320/bed4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And again.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2110/2272/320/bed5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Big girl bed!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2110/2272/320/bed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-1098910228905289808?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/1098910228905289808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=1098910228905289808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1098910228905289808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/1098910228905289808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/11/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo Hoo!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-223045175170159036</id><published>2006-11-10T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:16:21.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddy Holly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2110/2272/1600/buddy%20holly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2110/2272/320/buddy%20holly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up for vote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I change my cell phone ring to Weezer's Buddy Holly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comments are welcome and requested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-223045175170159036?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/223045175170159036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=223045175170159036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/223045175170159036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/223045175170159036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/11/buddy-holly.html' title='Buddy Holly'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-116314987097981504</id><published>2006-11-10T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:50:50.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Workout religiously</title><content type='html'>So, I was talking to one of my coworkers on the phone the other night. We were going to meet for dinner with another one of our coworkers at a Mexican restaurant. It was about 4 and we were meeting at 8. My thought was, I should work out so that I don't feel so guilty about what I am going to drink tonight. So I told my coworker that I needed to go so that I could work out. Here was the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coworker: You work out?&lt;br /&gt;Holly: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Coworker: Religiously?&lt;br /&gt;Holly: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what. I have been thinking about this since that conversation and really, I should have said yes. In many ways the way I work out is quite similar to the way I follow Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-As hard as I try, I can never be consistent.&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes I am super excited.&lt;br /&gt;-It can be difficult.&lt;br /&gt;-I know that it is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;-There are times when I rebel.&lt;br /&gt;-I get frustrated when I feel like I am not seeing results.&lt;br /&gt;*Some days I have to kick myself hard and drag myself there, but afterwards, I am always glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it friends: I workout religiously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-116314987097981504?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/116314987097981504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=116314987097981504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/116314987097981504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/116314987097981504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-workout-religiously.html' title='I Workout religiously'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-116272404778256360</id><published>2006-11-05T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:05.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have just started reading the book "Blue Like Jazz." I know, I am way behind on the cool Christian reading list. I just completed the second chapter that talks about he problem of always thinking of ourselves and seeking to please ourselves rather than seek our pleasure in God. I think this is something that I have been struggling with a lot lately. I think, perhaps, I am supposed to be learning something here. I have been reading a Bible in one year plan and here are some of the verses that have stuck with me recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 23:17&lt;br /&gt;Do not let your heart envy sinners,&lt;br /&gt;but always be zealous for fear of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 7:9-10&lt;br /&gt;Will you steal and murder, commit adultery and perjury, burn incense to Baal and follow other gods you have not known, and then come and stand before me in this house, which bears my Name, and say, "We are safe"- safe to do all these detestable things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 28:13&lt;br /&gt;He who conceals his sins does not prosper,&lt;br /&gt;but whoever confesses and renounces them finds mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 9:20&lt;br /&gt;Now, O women, hear the word of the Lord:&lt;br /&gt;open your ears to the words of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Teach your daughters how to wail;&lt;br /&gt;teach one another a lament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 9:23-24&lt;br /&gt;This is what the Lord says:&lt;br /&gt;"Let not the wise man boast of his wisdom&lt;br /&gt;or the strong man boast of his strength&lt;br /&gt;or the rich man boast of his riches,&lt;br /&gt;but let him who boasts boast about this;&lt;br /&gt;that he understands and knows me,&lt;br /&gt;that I am the Lord, who exercises kindness,&lt;br /&gt;justice and righteousness on earth,&lt;br /&gt;for in these I delight,"&lt;br /&gt;declares the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy for me to think of myself first, to go after what I want and, frankly, to have no fear of the Lord. I want to be liked by my coworkers, I want to feel attractive and desired. I want to get attention from people and feel like I matter. I don't know that all of these things are bad, but at what point am I seeking these things and not the Lord. At what point am I sinning? I desire to know the Lord and to put my trust in him and to fear the Lord more than I desire the things of the world. But, man, sometimes it is so stinking hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I pray that these verses will stick with me. That I will continue to think of them and meditate on them so that by your grace and through your power I can know you and fear you more. I pray that I would truly confess, renounce and lament my sins and that they would become detestable to me. Lord, I pray that I would in my heart desire you more than the things of the world. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-116272404778256360?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/116272404778256360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=116272404778256360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/116272404778256360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/116272404778256360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/11/late-night-thoughts.html' title='Late Night Thoughts'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-116253887620434787</id><published>2006-11-03T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:05.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squaw Peak Summit Trail</title><content type='html'>Today Rachel and I took our first Arizona hike. This is appropriate because hiking season is November through April in Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a book called "Best Easy Day Hikes: Phoenix" about a month ago. There are 25 hikes total and our goal is to hike all of them. I think that the one that we did today was one of the harder ones. Actually, I just looked at a list that ranks the hikes and the book ranks this one as the hardest one. The consensus of people that we met on the hike today was that this one is actually not quite as physically demanding as the one that it rated just below it.&lt;br /&gt;Information about Squaw Peak Summit Trail from the book:&lt;br /&gt;Total Distance: 2.4 miles&lt;br /&gt;Elevation Gain: 1190 feet &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/squaw%20peak%20nov%202%202006%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Squaw Peak, dominating Phoenix's northern skyline, is the centerpiece of the city's Phoenix Mountains Preserve....This steep trail, now trod by over 500,000 hikers annually, attracts more hikers than any other Phoenix trail and is second in Arizona only to the Grand Canyon's Bright Angel Trail in popularity....Other than some young, cigar-shaped saguaros and fishook barrel cacti, few plans survive on these heat-blasted slopes, where surface temperatures can exceed 150 degrees F in summer....All of Phoenix and the Valley of the Sun unfolds below this lofty sky platform with its stunning 360-degree view."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/hike_005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a fun trek. We enjoyed getting to the top and very much enjoyed coming back down. The people on the trail were quite friendly and we were able to have a couple of fun conversations. There was even an incident when I thought this guy had headphones on, and I was telling Rachel an embarrassing story of me falling down a rocky patch in Africa and scraping my bum because I was wearing a skirt. He WAS wearing headphones, but when I was telling that story he had taken them off. Go figure. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/squaw%20peak%20nov%202%202006%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-116253887620434787?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/116253887620434787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=116253887620434787' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/116253887620434787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/116253887620434787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/11/squaw-peak-summit-trail.html' title='Squaw Peak Summit Trail'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-116202763850704143</id><published>2006-10-28T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:05.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi...I Do Exist</title><content type='html'>Sorry folks. I am a bad blogger, or I guess rather, a non-blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, has an entire month really gone by? One exciting thing has been my mom's visit. She had a long weekend and decided to take some time to come see me. :) She was only here for a few days but we had some good times. One of the more exciting days was when we went to Sedona. I like Sedona. It is beautiful. I have seen few things as beautiful as the red rocks there.&lt;br /&gt;On the way there we stopped at a restaurant that has really good pies. We didn't eat pie though, because it was breakfast time. There were a ton of rowdy boys there and it did not take long for us to realize it was a bachelor party. They were hilarious. There must have been 15 of them.&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Sedona, we parked to look around some of the shops. My aunt had just got a new Merano. That is one of the Nissan SUV's. It is her grandma car. When we got out of the car some one said, "Is there a fan running or something?" My aunt said she wasn't sure, she didn't really know the car. So we walked around, had some soup, and enjoyed Sedona. When we got back to the car I heard the fan noise. Except for it wasn't a fan. The car was running. The new car has a no key feature. Basically, you can carry the key in your purse or pocket, and a sensor knows that you have the key. Then all you have to do is push a button to get in the car. You don't need the key to start the car either, you turn the dial on the dash. You also don't need to key to turn off the car. So, we left the car running, THE ENTIRE TIME. Oh man, I laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to have Mom here. Having someone visit every few months makes me feel like I am not that far away from home. I am looking forward to going home in January. That is right folks. Book your time now. I will be home January 5th-15th.&lt;br /&gt;And...I am going to freeze. I hate to say it, but I have adjusted. Tonight Rachel and I walked to the Hollywood Video a few block from our apartment. We were both wearing jeans and a t-shirt. And I was chilled. It was about 70 degrees. I am sorry friends, 70 feels quite cool when you have gotten used to regular temperatures over 100. I occasionally wear a sweater when I go to work at night. Hey, at least the sun has gone down by that time.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the sun going down. I cannot get it in my head that it is fall. The calendar says October, the end of October even. The sun is going down sooner. College football is in full swing and baseball is over. But, there are no changing leaves here. An there is not that cool crisp air of the fall. There are no apple orchards to go to, no Main Event, no mums, no frost, and no threat of snow. And I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;The changing of the seasons has made me feel homesick. I am not sure what it is. I think one of the big things is missing out on Main Event. It is not just the conference that I miss. Don't get me wrong the conference is absolutely great. I learn a lot every year I went. Part of it is the music, the work shops, but what I miss most is the fellowship. Main Event was always a sweet weekend to really dig in to the word, learn and pray with the people that are most important to me. I read Angie's blog on Main Event and the idea of tons of women having a quiet time all in one place made me want to cry, good crying of course. I remember the missionaries sharing their hearts for the world, and then the last year I went seeing my friend share the heart that was first opened to Japan at Main Event and how she was going for two years.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I have rambled on enough for now...I would put up pictures, but I don't have any of Rachel, because I don't have a digital camera and apparently people want to see pictures of Rachel. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-116202763850704143?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/116202763850704143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=116202763850704143' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/116202763850704143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/116202763850704143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/10/hii-do-exist.html' title='Hi...I Do Exist'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115951051734206905</id><published>2006-09-28T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:04.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom!</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of the apartment.  I know that you all are saying, "FINALLY!"  I got some new stuff for my bathroom today and Rachel was back so I could use her camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the master bedroom.  The bedroom opens up to the bathroom with an achway, no door.  Through the arch is the sink and vanity.  There are two doors.  The one on the left leads to the closet and the one on the right leads to the toilet and shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here you can see how the archway opens up to the bedroom.  Opposite the mirror is a towel rack that you seen in the reflection.  I bought the toothbrush holder and the soap despenser today.  The candle I had before.  It matches quite well, don't you think?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here is a close up of the towels.  I bought the towels at Target and the other stuff at Linens 'N Things.  I was pleasantly surprised at how well they match.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/1600/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20005.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20005.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to get a good picture inside the room with the toilet and the shower.  There is another towel rack by the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/1600/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the right is a very convienent linen closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/1600/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20007.0.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/18614334-115951051734206905?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115951051734206905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115951051734206905' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115951051734206905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115951051734206905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/09/bathroom.html' title='Bathroom!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115951111900050744</id><published>2006-09-28T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:04.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom, continued...</title><content type='html'>I have been having some problems posting pictures. So get ready for multiple posts.&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo! Linen closet and it is not even full. But I feel like it does look like a Dove commercial, and you can't even see the 8 bars of soap that are beside the deodorant.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/1600/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20025.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20025.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a close up of the shower curtain. I am hoping that the steam of my showers will release the wrinkles. If not, I will have to break down and iron the thing. The blocks on the right are bigger than the ones on the left. I am not sure if you can tell that from any of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/1600/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20015.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20015.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the super cute curtain rings that coordinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/1600/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20017.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20017.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here you can kind of see the idea of how there is a door to the closet and to the shower/toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/1600/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20008.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20008.1.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/18614334-115951111900050744?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115951111900050744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115951111900050744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115951111900050744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115951111900050744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/09/bathroom-continued.html' title='Bathroom, continued...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115951180060746363</id><published>2006-09-28T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:05.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$12</title><content type='html'>And these beauties we got for $12, total.  Two chairs and an ottoman for $12.  And yes, they are covered in plastic.  Plastic slip covers, they are going to make great paterns for the new slip covers that I am going to make.  Awesome.  You have to love estate sales.  &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20003.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinsey likes the chairs.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20011.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All smiles.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/1600/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20009.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20009.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now in this picture you would think that Kinsey would no longer like the chair.  However, that girl sat in that chair forever like that.  Loved it.  She loves it.  The best part is that she is totally teething and drooling all over, but it doesn't matter, because the chairs are covered in plastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/1600/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20014.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/holly%20pics%20of%20apartment%20014.1.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/18614334-115951180060746363?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115951180060746363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115951180060746363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115951180060746363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115951180060746363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/09/12.html' title='$12'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115917316751720938</id><published>2006-09-25T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:04.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting</title><content type='html'>Hey friends.  There are a lot of things going on in my life.  If you want to know, call me or email.  Many of them are pretty personal and would rather not have them posted for the entire world to see.  There are somethings that I will post about.  But, not yet.  Feel free to enjoy the post below that I discovered tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-115917316751720938?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115917316751720938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115917316751720938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115917316751720938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115917316751720938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/09/posting.html' title='Posting'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-114872806546668877</id><published>2006-09-25T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:02.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Job-Hey found this post saved from May!</title><content type='html'>I have to say that I really like my job so far. When I was in my internship I thought that I might have made the wrong choice about being a nurse. I did not really like my internship. In fact, before I would go in I dreaded it. I got this icky feeling in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my biggest problem was that I felt like we weren't really helping people. I felt like I never saw anyone actually GET WELL. That is a really frustrating thing when you go into nursing because you want to help people. Now, I know that it is not true that we didn't help people. We did. I am sure that many of the people that I took care of actually got better and were able to go home eventually. But you don't see the going home part in intensive care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to talk to my patients, or at least communicate with them very well. Most of the patients were on ventilators. For you non health care people that means they had a tube in their mouth or in their throat that was hooked up to a machine to help them breathe. The could not eat on their own. The could not tell you if they were in pain. Often times we would have to pinch them just to make sure that they would respond to the touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like all we were doing were the basics to keep people alive. Sometimes I felt like we were doing too much to keep people alive. I don't know how everyone feels about people living on tubes, but from what I have seen I think sometimes we are playing God by having people live off of machines and not letting them die. I think there is a point that there is no return, the point when you withdrawal the help you are killing that person, but why do we let so many people get to that point. You can debate me on the moral/philosophical/legal issue if you want, but I contest that you have not seen the things that I have seen. And every situation is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my point is I LIKE MY JOB. It is great. People are not on the verge of dying, typically. I am able to talk to my patients and for the most part they can understand. I can ask them what they are feeling and the can tell me. My job is not simply to keep them alive, but to really take care of them. I am able to provide for more than just their basic needs, I LOVE that. This job makes me feel like this is the reason that I became a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot that I still have to learn. I am very thankful that I have 12 weeks of orientation. I am also very thankful for a great preceptor (experienced nurse mentor showing me the ropes.) We get along well, and she is a great teacher in addition to a great nurse. She gives me time to think about things, does not make me feel bad about asking questions and challenges me in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest challenges I am facing is learning to prioritize. Even though I am able to provide for lots of needs, I need to learn what needs to be taken care of now and what can happen after now. That is not always an easy decision. Directly related to that is, time management. I am sure that both of these things will improve with time, but it is frustrating to not be "great" right away. It takes me so long to do somethings that should be so simple and that is frustrating. Some of those things are mechanics issues, such as where do I get that, or I have never worked with this kind of IV set before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are both issues that I expected to face. The one that my preceptor anticipated that I did not is that actual mind set transition from student to nurse. I am an RN. I can go do something without asking someone first. But it is my license that is at risk, not someone else's. It is time for me to have the knowledge and be making the decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this being an adult thing is difficult sometimes. But is good. I am so excited to start my nursing career in a place where I feel like I can make a difference in people's lives. And the best part is, I feel like I already have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-114872806546668877?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/114872806546668877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=114872806546668877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114872806546668877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114872806546668877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/09/job-hey-found-this-post-saved-from-may.html' title='The Job-Hey found this post saved from May!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115754649750615502</id><published>2006-09-06T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:04.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RACHEL IS HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RACHEL IS HERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-115754649750615502?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115754649750615502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115754649750615502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115754649750615502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115754649750615502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/09/rachel-is-here.html' title='RACHEL IS HERE!!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115748870242674065</id><published>2006-09-05T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:04.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty?</title><content type='html'>Last week at a church group for young adults the question was asked, "If you were put on trial for being a Christian would their be enough evidence to convict you?" That was said in light of Daniel Chapter 6. Some guys trick the king into making a law that people can only worship the king for 30 days and if they worship anything else they will put to death in the lion's den. They do this specifically to get Daniel killed because they know that the only way they can get him out of power is to do something related to Daniel's God. Daniel was an upright man and everyone knew that he believed in the one true God. Why? He lived it.&lt;br /&gt;So, this question has been on my heart all week. Would I be convicted? Why? What do I think is the evidence that would lead to my conviction? Interesting questions. What do you all think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-115748870242674065?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115748870242674065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115748870242674065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115748870242674065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115748870242674065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/09/guilty.html' title='Guilty?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115629628580809467</id><published>2006-08-22T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:04.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OC</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went to visit some friends in Orange County, technically, Irvine, California. Here are the people I was visiting. I feel like it is easier to list them and explain how I know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty-Ty is a Japanese guy that I meet in Japan through BEST club. He was there visiting his good friend...&lt;br /&gt;Eddie-Eddie was a Navigator short term worker in Japan for two years. He was part of the team I worked with while I was there. He is from Irvine and thus we were hanging out with him and his great friends.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle-Kyle was also a short term worker in Japan. He was on another campus, but I met him on a retreat. He is in the process of visiting some friends before he starts his job in DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was the perfect time for me to come visit. I got to see 3 guys for the price of one. :). In addition to those guys, I was able to meet a friend of Ty's and a few of the ladies that were in Japan this summer and spent some quality time with my good friend Joanna. That was really, really great. Being with them, in some strange way, made me feel like I was getting to spend time with her. Is that strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on driving with a friend, but at the last minute he decided that he was not able to come. Which is fine. But then I was thinking, I really don't want to drive that far by myself. Maybe I should fly. And I did. I bought a plane ticket and flew. Isn't that crazy? The best part is that I don't think I spent much more than I would have spent driving. And I didn't have to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the airport I realized how interesting airports are. There are so many people from so many different places. It is really cool actually. Also, the fact that people start out in a central location (the airport) and just by stepping onto different planes, end up all around the world. That is so fascinating to me. The fact that we can ride on an airplane is crazy too. God has made some pretty amazing minds to come up with the stuff that now seems so normal to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really great time. It was so fun to spend time with those friends and the other people that I met there. I really felt a sense of community. I realized that is what I feel like I am missing. I feel like this group of friends is really living out the Hebrews verse to "spur one another on toward love and good deeds." I had real conversations with people and was encourage in my walk with Christ and challenged in good ways. More than friends, that is what I really miss about college, the people that were my support system, the people that encouraged me daily to run hard after Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all it was a really great weekend, had some good times and excellent company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. on the flight home I thought I was going to die.  There was a big storm and it seemed like the lightning was going to take us out.  And, I sat next to a Christian guy from India.  India is 3% isn't it nuts that this guy is a Christian?  Sweet, Huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-115629628580809467?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115629628580809467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115629628580809467' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115629628580809467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115629628580809467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/08/oc.html' title='OC'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115546644586174761</id><published>2006-08-13T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:04.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day your in, the next day your...out</title><content type='html'>I am totally completely and utterly addicted to Project Runway.  Seriously, I absolutely love it.  Probably to the point of insanity.  I actually had the thought "What if Rach and I are in our new apartment before the season is over.  What if I can't watch it?"  Who does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I was talking to my sister on the phone tonight and she says "Where is my cell phone?"  HA HA HA!  It was so funny, she was on her cell phone!  Tee hee!  Love ya Megz, where my friends at?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-115546644586174761?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115546644586174761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115546644586174761' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115546644586174761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115546644586174761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-day-your-in-next-day-yourout.html' title='One day your in, the next day your...out'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115492875117512969</id><published>2006-08-06T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:04.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortgage?</title><content type='html'>I met with a mortgage lender on Friday. Nothing makes me feel more like an adult than talking about a mortgage. I was asked questions like what are my financial goals. Does this guy know that I have paid more in taxes this year than I have made most of the summers of working before this? It is crazy go nuts. And, Phoenix is crazy, and I do mean crazy when it comes to real estate. What it would cost me to by a 2 bedroom 2 bathroom condo could buy my parent's house in Iowa. My parents have a pretty nice house. I think that my mortgage (if I acquire one) will be more than my parents. Absolutely ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am in the process of prequalifying or preapproving or something. I feel like the guy is talking another language when I go in there. I will find out on Monday what the good/bad news is. I think I am still going to end up renting. I don't know if I want to live here in 3 years. I don't know if I want to live here in 18 months. I have decided that the cost of renting is fine if I consider the freedom it comes with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when did buying a house become a real possibility? Weird!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-115492875117512969?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115492875117512969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115492875117512969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115492875117512969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115492875117512969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/08/mortgage.html' title='Mortgage?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115492789207099850</id><published>2006-08-04T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:04.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made It!</title><content type='html'>Well, I survived my first week off orientation. It was actually really good. I am so thankful to God for how well it went actually. I know that all weeks will not go that well. I can't explain it, but I had a peace that just does not make sense. My first night was actually kind of crazy. I admitted a patient that was not doing well. When the doctors came to see him they were trying to decide if they were going to keep him on my floor or send him to ICU. The doctors were wanting this and that and they wanted all of it NOW. They were asking me to do things that I had never done before. In fact, the few things that I did not get to do on orientation I did that first night. I had a great staff supporting me as well. Praise the Lord for excellent health unit secretaries.&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of nights also went relatively smoothly. Nothing big, bad and scary happened. I am thankful for that as well. I don't know if this up coming week will go as smoothly, and I know that I am bound to have bad days, but this week was a true blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-115492789207099850?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115492789207099850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115492789207099850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115492789207099850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115492789207099850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-made-it.html' title='I Made It!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115446548893189039</id><published>2006-08-01T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:04.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan, Church, No More Orientation</title><content type='html'>Hi, yes. We all know that I don't update my blog often. So here it is, and I have to say, some of you all are whiners. If you really want to know what is going on in my life, call. I say that will all love and affection. And, my toe is doing well. It still does not look great and I can't tell if I actually have a toenail or not, but it doesn't hurt and there is no evidence of infection and that is good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan was here last week. She got here on Monday and left last night at midnight. It was really great to have her here. We really didn't do anything. We ate, went to the pool, floated down the Salt River, went to the mall, hung out at the coffee shop, and stuff like that. Basically we relaxed and spent time together like we would if we were at home. Man it is so great just to get to spend time with her. I miss her like crazy. Oh sweet November, come quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venture down the Salt River was interesting. It was kind of boring. It is supposed to be one of those relax and float down the river, enjoy the scenery type things. It was, but I found out that I must be allergic to something in the river or by the river or something. About an hour into our trip my eyes started to water. By the end of the trip I was miserable. My eyes hurt so badly that I could not keep them open. I had to hand over my keys to drive back. The problem was solved with some benadryl that resulted in a 6 hour, yes 6 hour nap. My sleep schedule is so off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the really fun things we did was go to IKEA. Seriously, I had no idea how cool that store is. The stuff is not that amazing, it is starter furniture and some is really cool and some is just not my style, but the way the store is organized is one of the coolest things I have seen in my life, as far a stores go. My favorite part was the mini-apartments anywhere between 300-800 square feet. They have the whole thing designed and that rocks my face off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went to church. A friend that has moved down to teach found a church online that he wanted to check out. It was pretty sweet. My cousin and her boyfriend joined us. The church was pretty typical of what I am used to from Parkview and that was nice. There was a point when I was confused about how we were observing the Lord's Supper, but all in all it was pretty great. The music was good and the message was relevant and directly from the Bible. The gospel was clearly shared and it seems like a church that I could get involved in. The kicker was that even though it is a big (4000+) church, I got a phone call today to invite me to something that the church has to offer for my age group. Of all the churches that I have tried out, this is the first one to actually give me a call. I think that is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in church I realized how much I miss going to church. I have had to deal with some interesting feeling about "church" that I won't go into detail with, but I realized that I am missing a place of corporate worship, a place to serve and a place to grow. My Bible study is still great, don't get me wrong, but it would be nice to get "plugged in" somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that really stinks is that the church is super far away for me, at least while I am living with my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was my last week on orientation. Tonight is my first night all on my own. That is pretty crazy to me. But, the thing that seems the craziest is that I am ready. I know that I have lots of challenges and hard nights in front of me, but I think that everything came together at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, I must get some more sleep before work tonight. Blog back at you again in ages, after everyone has made a comment about how I don't blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-115446548893189039?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115446548893189039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115446548893189039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115446548893189039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115446548893189039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/08/megan-church-no-more-orientation.html' title='Megan, Church, No More Orientation'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115290718466210852</id><published>2006-07-14T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:03.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake toenail</title><content type='html'>Warning, this may gross you out. If you are easily grossed out, do not continue to read. This is my fair warning. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/320/fake%20toenail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had to have my big toenail on my left foot removed. It was infected. It had been infected for a while, and I had not done anything with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So last week I had it removed per the advice of my doctor. This will allow my nail to grow back fresh and healthy, or at least that is the point. So right now I just have this ugly looking place where a toenail should be. It is summer time and I would like to not have to wear closed toed shoes. Friends, here is my solution. I put a bandaid over it and painted a "toenail" on the bandaid. I think it is pretty cleaver. I don't think you would really notice if you weren't studying my toes, but if you look closely it looks like one of those fake nails you would wear as kids, the ones that were like thimbles that you put over the tips of your fingers. Yeah, rock on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-115290718466210852?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115290718466210852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115290718466210852' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115290718466210852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115290718466210852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/07/fake-toenail.html' title='Fake toenail'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115121158659578155</id><published>2006-07-09T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:03.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Washing</title><content type='html'>A while ago a friend posted a blog on handwashing. (&lt;a href="http://going-deep.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_going-deep_archive.html"&gt;Click here and scroll down to "Dialog with me"&lt;/a&gt;) There were many comments as people were asked to comment on the topic. At the end there was a comment from a mutual friend that mentioned the fact that I had not commented. I meant to post a long time ago, but I forgot. Thankfully I have a system to help me remember that I wanted to blog about something. I will create a title and then save as draft. That way, it is there for me to see when I log in. Sometimes I end up posting stuff, other times I delete. ANYWAY! The task at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handwashing is the number one way to prevent the spread of disease, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should wash your hands after using the restroom, before eating and before preparing food. Those are the most essential times. You should wash your hands more frequently if you have a cold, work with children, in health care, etc. I have to admit, I ALWAYS wash my hands after I use the restroom and before I prepare food. BUT, I sometimes forget to wash my hands before I eat, except when I am at the hospital. I always wash my hands before eating while I am at the hospital. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are a prime spot to pick up germs, because, hello, you touch with them. Any time your hands, filled with germs comes into contact with a mucus membrane (mouth, eyes, nose)you risk getting an infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue of soap. Soap is good, but it does not have to be antibacterial soap (unless of course you are working/living in a germ infested area). I would contest that if you have the choice, you should buy soap (for your home) that is NOT antibacterial, but that is a whole different issue. If there is soap, use it. Make sure to rub your hands well for 15-30 seconds. Friction is almost as important as soap, and if you don't have soap it is one of the few things you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issues of washing hands in public places. Just do it. Even if you have to touch the door handle, doesn't it make you feel better to know that you started off with clean hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are really particular, start carrying an antibacterial gel with you. There are bottles the size of a jar of carmex. Studies have actually shown that using the gel is more effective in killing germs than hand washing with soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, always wash your hands. It stops the spread of disease. If there is no soap go ahead and rinse and rub. And remember, only you can prevent forest fires, oh wait, that is another lecture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-115121158659578155?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115121158659578155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115121158659578155' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115121158659578155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115121158659578155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/07/hand-washing.html' title='Hand Washing'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115157272568969482</id><published>2006-06-29T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:03.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Leave your name and I'll...</title><content type='html'>1. respond with something random about you.&lt;br /&gt;2. tell you what song or movie reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;3. pick a flavor of Jell-O to wrestle you in.&lt;br /&gt;4. say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;br /&gt;5. tell you my first memory of you.&lt;br /&gt;6. tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;br /&gt;7. ask you something that I've always wondered about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Amanda is my best friend that I never talk to. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Mighty Ducks. Always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Pineapple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I don't think so Jose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. We were both in the Emperor's New Clothes. I am pretty sure you wore colored tights, and that was awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. A horse, beautiful and strong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Whatever happened to the figurines that were in the mustang?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1. Emily is someone that I always have a good time with. If Emily is there, I know I am going to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;2. Since the greatness that is iTunes is now on my computer, I actually listen to EMILY and that reminds me of her! ;)&lt;br /&gt;3. Strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't share!&lt;br /&gt;5. You were singing, in the ped mall before classes started my freshman year.&lt;br /&gt;6. A blue bird.&lt;br /&gt;7. How old are you? I never asked or knew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joanna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i read this thing about personality where there is a king and a warrior and a lover and a joker or something and i think we are the same, or very close to the same a least and according to that, that is why we can sometimes clash, but oh joanna I am so thankful that we work for our friendship. it is REALLY worth it.&lt;br /&gt;2. bridget&lt;br /&gt;3. red and green, but not seprate layers, mixing in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;4. how's it smelling?&lt;br /&gt;5. walking over to reniow for Bible study. dang, i thought i was never going to be albe to keep up with you fast walker.&lt;br /&gt;6. a monkey&lt;br /&gt;7. how do you make friends so easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this for you anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rach is the only girl I know that wakes up and watches sports center.&lt;br /&gt;2. Walk to Remember, and us crying our eyes out in the theater.&lt;br /&gt;3. Strawberry, but more like strawberry pretzel dessert, although the pretzels may hurt.&lt;br /&gt;4. Quad couches.&lt;br /&gt;5. This is hard, all the sudden freshman year we were going to live together, and then you slept on my floor, but the first clear memory is me forcing you to play Girl Talk Secret Diary. Oh the first of my bossing you around.&lt;br /&gt;6. A small dog barking at a large dog, instigating a fight that it cannot finish.&lt;br /&gt;7. How do you survive soley on mint chip ice cream, chips and salsa/velveta, and ground beef?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelli B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you are my favorite person that I did not get to know very well at SMR&lt;br /&gt;2. I think the fact that we have NEVER watched a movie together sticks out. Sweet action for lack of TV at SMR&lt;br /&gt;3. Apple, do they have apple Jello?&lt;br /&gt;4. sorry, i don't have the DVD. we are only doing the book.&lt;br /&gt;5. i don't remember you from the SMR meeting, but i do remember driving out to SMR with you!&lt;br /&gt;6. an ant, but not like a real ant, an ant like in the cartoons with the big eye and antenna because of when you make faces.&lt;br /&gt;7. what colors did you use to decorate your home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. megan has much better people skills than me.&lt;br /&gt;2. stop, collaborate and listen...ice is back with a brand new invention, something grabs ahold of me tightly.......... and any movie that is about sisters&lt;br /&gt;3. how about jello brand chocolate pudding&lt;br /&gt;4. i haven't sent the email yet, oops&lt;br /&gt;5. singing to you in in the dining room while mom was cleaning the kitchen. you were a baby.&lt;br /&gt;6. something cuddly, like a fluffy cat, or a bunny, yeah, a bunny.&lt;br /&gt;7. how do you ever put up with me and manage to love me the way you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ange, i feel like i relate to you on so many levels. and i love that you make me blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. does my so called life count? it is not a movie or a song, but it is surely on DVD&lt;br /&gt;3. blue raspberry, but only because it is blue, not because it is raspberry&lt;br /&gt;4. i rock at darts.&lt;br /&gt;5. i remember you and cate in burge, my freshman year. you always had cool T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;6. a zebra, because it is wild, and free and lives in africa&lt;br /&gt;7. how did the move go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-115157272568969482?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115157272568969482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115157272568969482' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115157272568969482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115157272568969482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/06/leave-your-name-and-ill.html' title='*Leave your name and I&apos;ll...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115054447174463224</id><published>2006-06-17T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:03.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelations, Reflections</title><content type='html'>As I was working on my Bible study tonight, I had a revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side note: it is Friday, Bible study is on Wednesday. I am not even going on Wednesday because my parents will be in town and it makes sense to spend time with the people that are spending just as much time traveling here as they will be spending time here. Not to mention the fact that I love them and am excited to spend time with them. I completed the third of five lessons. I feel like I need to drop out of procrastinators anonymous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing a Beth Moore study called "Living Beyond Yourself." It is a study on the fruits of the Spirit. Any how, the study was going through some of the roles of the Spirit and how it works in our daily lives. One of these roles is convicting us of sin, causing us to grieve it and then truly repent. The study also dove into the issue of how we grieve the Spirit by our sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading, I was convicted of sin in one of my relationships. And in this conviction, the Holy Spirit seemed to be speaking to me. The way I felt this person was treating me (my sin is my reaction to it) is exactly characteristic of some of the ways that I treat God. Wow. I wept. What an amazing and humbling way to be convicted! What a challenge it is to love in the way the Jesus loves me when I treat Him the same way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-115054447174463224?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115054447174463224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115054447174463224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115054447174463224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115054447174463224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/06/revelations-reflections.html' title='Revelations, Reflections'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115037274963399172</id><published>2006-06-15T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:03.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not sure I agree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Are a Frappacino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dabb99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Frappacino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead3b8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/frappacino.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&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/18614334-115037274963399172?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115037274963399172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115037274963399172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115037274963399172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115037274963399172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-not-sure-i-agree.html' title='I&apos;m not sure I agree'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115001932870979523</id><published>2006-06-11T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:03.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give us a King: Reflections on 1 Samuel</title><content type='html'>Chapter 8, verses 4-9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally, the leaders of Israel met at Ramah to discuss the matter with Samuel. 'Look," the told him, 'you are now old, and your sons are not like you. Give us a king like all the other nations have.'&lt;br /&gt;Samuel was very upset with their request and went to the Lord for advice. 'Do as they say,' the Lord replied, 'for it is me they are rejecting not you. They don't want me to be their king any longer. Ever since I brought them from Egypt they have continually forsaken me and followed other gods. And now they are giving you the same treatment. Do as they ask, but solemnly warn them about how a king will treat them.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about this that I just cannot seem to get my mind around. I feel like there is so much to be learned from this that I can't seem to forget about it. That is a good thing of course because I don't want to forget about God's word, but I would like to learn some conclusive things about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of how this is applied/reflective of in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What blessings am I missing and not praising God for? a.k.a. What is my rescue from Egypt?&lt;br /&gt;-Is there a "king" that I am asking for? Something that looks good on the outside, seems so normal, but really is not good for me?&lt;br /&gt;-What warnings am I not hearing about these "kings"?&lt;br /&gt;-How does the Lord remain my king?&lt;br /&gt;-How do I become content in my rescue from Egypt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to meditate on this stuff for a few days. Could be good. Thought I would share my thought process. Maybe ask me about it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-115001932870979523?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115001932870979523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115001932870979523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115001932870979523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115001932870979523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/06/give-us-king-reflections-on-1-samuel.html' title='Give us a King: Reflections on 1 Samuel'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-115001793201390547</id><published>2006-06-11T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:03.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to PINK!  Feelin' blessed.</title><content type='html'>So, I thought it was time to change up the template again, but when I looked I was simply drawn back to the pink. What can I say? It's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say. I am feelin' blessed. I don't have life figured out or anything, but I feel like God just provides what you need when you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over a week ago, I was invited to participate in a women's Bible study. The first one was this Wednesday. &lt;em&gt;Blessing:&lt;/em&gt; my preceptor works Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Since I am in orientation, I only have to work 3 days. I had been working Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, but I was able to switch over to Sunday, Monday and Tuesday without problems. I am able to go to Bible study! Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night there were six ladies there including myself. I only knew one of those ladies. &lt;em&gt;Blessing:&lt;/em&gt; even though I was invited into this group, it is not an already tight group of ladies. Actually most of the ladies only know one or two others in the group. We are all kind of on the same ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessing:&lt;/em&gt; all the women are in their twenties and there is a mix of married people and single people. Just because I am single does not mean that I don't want to spend any time with couples, but I certainly do not want to spend all of my time with couples. This also gives me the opportunity to hang out with women that are part of a "couple," with out their other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was not awkward. With so many strangers it could have been very strange. &lt;em&gt;Blessing:&lt;/em&gt; even though most of these women were complete strangers, we have the common bond of Christ that allowed us to share deeply and safely on the first night of our meeting. It was refreshing. I have been craving friendship and depth and the beginning of it are right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Word has been a blessing in general. I feel closer to the Lord than I have in a few weeks. &lt;em&gt;Blessing:&lt;/em&gt; God is using so many things to draw my face towards Him: His Word, prayer, Bible study, music, experiences, blogs, phone conversations and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM blessed. Praise Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-115001793201390547?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/115001793201390547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=115001793201390547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115001793201390547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/115001793201390547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-to-pink-feelin-blessed.html' title='Back to PINK!  Feelin&apos; blessed.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-114946464830856339</id><published>2006-06-04T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:03.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No date!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have this rule that I will give a guy the chance at one date. But, I figured it is my rule, so it is ok for me to break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave this guy my HOME phone number so that I didn't have to worry about him having my cell. This is a good thing. So he called and I was not there and then I called back and he did not answer. Then he called back, and I have not called him back. I know that I should call him back and tell him that I just don't want to go. I have this weird feeling about it. And I don't think I should go. So, I am not going to. But, I am being a jerk in the process. I will call him back, but I will not go on a date. If he wants to hang out with a bunch of people, I suppose that would be ok. I just don't think a date with this guy would be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I got to hang out with one of my coworkers and her sister this weekend. It was very cool. We went to an arcade type place. Played some lazer tag, dance dance revolution, air hockey, and spent some time in the batting cage. I actually did not completely strike out this time. It was great. Not to mention the fact that I put in a token for one of the cages and it just never stopped. Seriously, I put in the token and it just kept going and going. We all took a turn at it and then handed off the bat and helmet to some kid. I have no idea when it actually stopped. Perhaps it is still going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday night I went to a party with some of my aunts friends. It was fun. They are a nice group of people. All of them are in the car business, so it is funny to hear them talk about it. I told my aunt that I don't have to be part of the car business, because I have and will continue to learn all about it if I hang out with her and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my weekend. Oh, and my cousin left for Europe. I am totally jealous. The only time I have spent in Europe was in the London airport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-114946464830856339?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/114946464830856339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=114946464830856339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114946464830856339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114946464830856339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-date.html' title='No date!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-114900737148147999</id><published>2006-05-30T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:03.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a girl who can't say "no"?</title><content type='html'>I am naive. I realize this, sometimes after the fact. I think I have a date this weekend. I say I think because at first I thought this guy was being nice wanting to show me around, that kind of stuff. So I told him I would give him my phone number. But, I think this is a date. He is going to get tickets to a game or something. And dinner. Or maybe a movie. I did it again didn't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-114900737148147999?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/114900737148147999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=114900737148147999' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114900737148147999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114900737148147999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-just-girl-who-cant-say-no.html' title='I&apos;m just a girl who can&apos;t say &quot;no&quot;?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-114872646220479181</id><published>2006-05-29T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:02.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy</title><content type='html'>So, I have named my car. Actually, my grandma named my car. When my grandma saw my car, she said "That's a sexy little car." Thus the name "Sexy." It is for sure not a name that I came up with on my own, but with a story like that, how could you resist naming my car "Sexy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-114872646220479181?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/114872646220479181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=114872646220479181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114872646220479181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114872646220479181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/05/sexy.html' title='Sexy'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-114879735640702237</id><published>2006-05-27T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:03.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two nights of fun...That might be too much.</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to church with a friend of a friend. Last summer I was in Liz and Aaron Reasland's wedding and I met a woman named Stephanie. She is a good friend of Liz's from high school, and just happens to live in Phoenix now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been trying to get together for a while. For some reason stuff just couldn't match up. Our original meeting was missed because I was having a car issue and she had something come up. Then she had company, and I had company and it just wasn't seeming to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight it was great to get to meet her husband and some of her friends. I joined her at their church. It was pretty good. The message was relevant and intellectual. The music was good and it was an atmosphere where I felt free to worship. I am not sure if it is the church for me, but I will definitely give it more than one chance. I am really looking for a place that has something for people my own age, in my own situation. But, the idea of a singles group just makes me kind of cringe. I am not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was really nice to go to church and have someone to sit with. I know that seems trivial, but some weeks I don't want to try out a new church or even go because I know that I have to go by myself. It is a lot harder than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this church is not an automatic no, and definitely one that I will check out more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the service we went out for pizza. It was another good time to have a real conversation. More than one real conversation actually. And it was really cool because Steph really understands where I am coming from. She was her by herself for a while before she got married and her husband moved down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out world. I am on a role. Two nights of fun in a row. Whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-114879735640702237?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/114879735640702237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=114879735640702237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114879735640702237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114879735640702237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-nights-of-funthat-might-be-too.html' title='Two nights of fun...That might be too much.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-114872690827049384</id><published>2006-05-27T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:02.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glowing Bowling</title><content type='html'>I am not sure what that is really called? You know when you go some place and they have the black lights and then stuff that accents the fact that there are black lights? Well I went bowling in a place like that tonight. It was really fun. I actually really like bowling. There was a year in my life that I went bowling once a week. I was not on a league, but one summer my mom had these passes where we could get a free game of bowing. I am not sure if the deal was buy one get one free or if it was something like free Wednesdays or one free game a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we went every Wednesday and it was fun to have a regular thing like that. You never had to question what we were going to do on Wednesday night. That was the thing. Sweet. I loved it really. I think it is one of my favorite high school memories. They played N'Sync and we made up new lyrics. I can't remember them exactly, but they were fun. It was also really cool because it was something that I did with my friends and my sister and her friends. Never mind the fact that we were 3 years apart and in high school. It was great. Now that I think about it I might not like bowling as much as the memories it brings back or just the time to get to spend with people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-114872690827049384?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/114872690827049384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=114872690827049384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114872690827049384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114872690827049384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/05/glowing-bowling.html' title='Glowing Bowling'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-114869121237977420</id><published>2006-05-26T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:02.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a car</title><content type='html'>So, a car is just a car. That is what is keeping me from getting upset about what has happened to my car. Don't worry, nothing serious has happened. I saw a scratch on the hood. It is about 4 inches, but you have to look close to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today when I was driving I rock, or something like a rock, hit my windshield and chipped it. This is really not a big deal because I have full glass insurance, so any thing wrong with my glass gets fixed with no deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am reminded, it is just a car. Even though both of these things happened before I have made a payment or put my metal plate on, it is just a car. Things are just that, things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-114869121237977420?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/114869121237977420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=114869121237977420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114869121237977420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114869121237977420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-car.html' title='Just a car'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-114760015050240100</id><published>2006-05-14T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:02.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we all in a place of confusion?</title><content type='html'>As I read over the posts of my friends, I wonder, "Are we all in a place of confusion or sadness?" I told you I would tell you the hard part. Today, my friends is that day. It is not simply because I haven't posted in a while. Today brought a climax (one of several I am sure) to my loneliness and comfort as well. After talking with a good friend, who let me vent via AIM, I sat down to read my Bible for the day. When I was about to end, something made me to continue. Here is what I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 84&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5Happy are those who are strong in the Lord,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who set their minds on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6When they walk through the Valley of Weeping,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it will become a place of refreshing springs,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where pools of blessing collect after the rains!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7They will continue to grow stronger,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and each of them will appear before God in Jerusalem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, wow, how can He know so much what I need to hear. Not only does He comfort me with the kind words of my friend, but also His word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Valley of Weeping is a real place, but I think that it is a place that we all come to just not physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the Lord has lead me here. I am not quite sure why sometimes, but He has. I love my job, perhaps that is one small part of it. But the non-job stuff is hard. Really hard sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I think I was more homesick than I have ever been. This is incredibly strange since I have traveled half way across the world more than once. I have spent summers in other states and months away from people I love. I spent Christmas, New Years, and my birthday in Japan. But, I always come back. Today is Mother's Day and Friday was my dad's birthday. For years of the combination of end of school finals and end of school lack of funds, my presence has been the present for both of those days. But this year its not. It can't be. And that stinks, because as much as I would like to send my parents a great gift so show how much I love them, I really would rather give them a hug and tell them I do. The realization of living hundreds of miles away from home, is hitting home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is punctuated by the fact that I haven't really made friends yet. I am way blessed by my family here. My aunt and uncle are great and a lot of fun to hang out with. I even feel comfortable sharing what is bothering me or what is going through my head and that is great. My cousin has been great since she has been back from school as well. She and her boyfriend invite me to come along with their friends. They have even been so kind to say something about me needing to get to know more of their friends so that I am in the loop. Blessed. But they are still their friends at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't found a church yet. One could say part of this is that I haven't tried very hard. That is true. There are some Sundays that I have stayed in my bed or sat in a restaurant eating breakfast with my family. But, really, that is one of the places where I feel the most alone. I never really knew the real feeling of being the new kid in the church. When I started going to Zion, I went with a friend and her family. I actually eased my way in by going to youth stuff first, then going to church. Then when I went to Parkview, it was kind of like everyone went there. And as a freshman, everyone is new, and every one knows that your new. And in both of these situations I had a buddy. I kind of lack the buddy here. I have learned very quickly that I am drastically more outgoing when I know that there is some one there that still loves me, even though I might put myself out in front of all of these other new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think that is it. That is the hard part. The real life part. But that is not the end of Psalm 84 and agree with me or not, I think it just gets better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11 For the Lord God is our light and protector.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He gives us grace and glory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No good thing will the Lord withhold form those who do what is right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12 Oh Lord Almighty,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy are those who trust in you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, its hard. And, sometimes I cry. And I miss home. BUT, the Lord is my light and protector, and friend. And He gives me grace. And friends are good things and He says He will not withhold any good thing. I will trust Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-114760015050240100?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/114760015050240100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=114760015050240100' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114760015050240100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114760015050240100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/05/are-we-all-in-place-of-confusion.html' title='Are we all in a place of confusion?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-114680809394822229</id><published>2006-05-04T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:02.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I name her?</title><content type='html'>Isn't she pretty.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/car1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ohh...spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/1600/car6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/car6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spacious for short people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/1600/car7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/car7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6 Disk, plus and aux jack for my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/1600/car8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/car8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice rims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/1600/car3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/car3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LX, Special Edition, as noted by the rectangle under the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/1600/car5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/car5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Red...how appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/car9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It is kinda like a smile right?&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/1600/car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/car2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just incase you didn't get a good look from the other profile pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/1600/car4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3020/1826/400/car4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday my Uncle Mike and I were waiting for my Aunt Lynn to go get something to eat.  We were already on our way when she told us to give her ten minutes.  It takes about 5 minutes to drive there.  So we looked at the cars on the lot.  This one caught my eye automatically.  I mentioned this to my aunt and she had me sit down with a guy who could give me some numbers...no pressure. The numbers sounded good.  With my trade and nothing down my payments would be about the same as I was planning on for a new one...with an extra $5000 down I was planning on saving.  That sounded pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked away and I thought, that sounds good.  That would be an extra $5000 I could put down on a place to live...slightly more important than a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, got an insurance quote.  It was reasonable, if you live in Arizona anyway.  After work, drove it.  Loved it.  Sat down and bought it.  Well, allowed the bank to buy it and promise, in the form of a legal document to pay them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only question is, what is her name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-114680809394822229?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/114680809394822229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=114680809394822229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114680809394822229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114680809394822229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-should-i-name-her.html' title='What should I name her?'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18614334.post-114646115500080222</id><published>2006-04-30T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T02:05:02.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled</title><content type='html'>So the number one way I was spoiled was not having a job. Do you remember those summers before you had a job and all you had to do was sit around, except for it wasn't that great because you couldn't drive. Well, after I knew I had a job, and even before that to some extent, that is what my life was like. I slept in, watched TV, read everyone's blogs, made lunch, worked out, went shopping, looked at condos, etc. all day long. It was great. That doesn't happen so much now that I have a job. But, before I also had no income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not such a big deal however. See, I live with my aunt. That has a variety of benefits. I don't pay rent. I don't pay utilities. And, on most occasions, I do not pay for food. We eat out most nights and weekends. I do pay for some groceries so that I can attempt to eat a well balanced meal at lunch. But, when you consider that the only other thing that you pay for is your cell phone bill. That sounds pretty good. This is also about to change however because I started paying for car insurance, the car I do have is starting to cost too much money for how old it is, and my 6 months grace period on my school loans is just about up. It is a good thing I have that job that is taking up all of my free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TiVo. A great way to be spoiled. I would tell you to get one, but I think that might also cause the demise in some of your most valued friendships. I love TiVo. It is the end of commercials, but with the end of commercials also comes the end to the conversation during them. But you can go out to eat and miss the first half of the program and no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own bathroom. I have never had my own bathroom except for the short amout of time that I lived at buck fifty all by myself while Rachel was still in the UAE. This is also changing. My cousin is back for the summer. So far so good. It is really great to be able to talk to someone my own age. It is also good to go to church with her. We were able to talk about the service with her boyfriend Bobby and have a REAL conversation about something that means something. I am not saying that I don't have real conversations on a regular basis, but when I get the opportunity now, I am more thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closet. I think my closet that I have here is about one third of the size of Rachel's bedroom. I have to say, it is pretty great. Even though about a third of the things in the closet do not belong to me, it doesn't matter. There is still plenty of room to house all of my belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wireless internet. My cousin Brandon is a computer guru. He set up the wireless internet business before I got her. I can type on my computer and watch the TiVo at the same time or sit on my bed and blog. Isn't life grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I house sat for a lady my aunt knows. Not only did I get some much needed cash, I also am the beneficiary of her recent move. The woman wanted all new stuff for her new place. I cannot say that I blame her. New house, new stuff, it makes some sense. But, I do not have the funds to be buying all new things. The problem with that is that I don't have anything to begin with. Problem solved. I know that I am getting a coffee maker, microwave, dishes, bedding, and even a table and chairs set. Woo hoo! It is better than the Good Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I must go to bed. I have to work early in the morning. But, keep me accountable blog friends. I still need to tell you about how my job is going and the hard parts about being down here. You didn't think it was all good did you? I did want to start you off with the good stuff though. There is more good stuff. It is all yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you are still reading, how do you feel about the layout change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18614334-114646115500080222?l=philemon6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/feeds/114646115500080222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18614334&amp;postID=114646115500080222' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114646115500080222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18614334/posts/default/114646115500080222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philemon6.blogspot.com/2006/05/spoiled.html' title='Spoiled'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11008106508367284756</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
