<?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-11613792</id><updated>2012-02-13T04:40:24.681-07:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='meme'/><category term='me'/><category term='crafting'/><category term='contests'/><category term='creating'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='politics'/><category term='life motherhood'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='tutorial'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='nie nie'/><category term='music'/><category term='Asher'/><category term='art'/><category term='school'/><category term='organizing'/><category term='Dancing'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='Ruby Market'/><category term='Freebies'/><category term='life'/><category term='strange obsessions'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='current events'/><category term='spring'/><category term='Autism'/><category term='family'/><category term='awards'/><category term='t.v.'/><category term='religion'/><category term='raising children'/><category term='Myles'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='sterling'/><category term='Owen'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='Sawyer'/><category term='child birth'/><category term='humor'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Fresh Preserves</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-1188456521139536457</id><published>2012-01-22T23:29:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T01:05:09.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autism'/><title type='text'>A Manifesto of sorts...</title><content type='html'>It has been forever.  I took some time tonight to read over my past entries, mainly the ones dealing with autism.  Lately, I have been reflecting a lot on this progressing life of mine.  It could be because Asher just turned 12.  My little baby is 12.  Or, it could be that I feel like someone has turned up the pressure gauge here at home and my boys are about to shoot through the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a lot of discipline problems lately.  There is a lot of weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.  Surprisingly, the only person who doesn't end up crying is mommy (and daddy, but I am talking about my battles here...).  That's right, I have become the drill Sargent.   Strangely, very few of my antics seem to be working.  What's the deal?!  I should be a natural, right.  Right...? It turns out that I have 3 very strong willed boys and one more little toddler who carefully watches and mimics his older brothers on a daily basis. I am starting to think that they even hold secret meetings in the bathroom after I go to sleep where they plot and plan on how they can most efficiently drive their parents crazy.  It would appear that they have decided to go with the "tag teaming" method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shortcomings in the parenting department are made worse by the fact that I was a psychology major.  Childhood development was my favorite and I even worked with troubled teens.  Yet I cannot, for the life of me, figure out these little people in my own home.  In this process, I also fear that I might be doing irreversible damage to their spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never done this before, we are all learning in this process called living.  Quite frankly, I truly believe that while there are thousands of tried and true "how to" books out there in the world, the simple fact is this, you cannot plan for the obstacles you will face in your lifetime.  Nope.  Just to clarify, I don't see my boys at obstacles, but we have some developmental and emotional battles that sometimes stand in our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my babies so much.  Did I think this was going to be my life?  Not.at.all.  I had a rather fairytale existence in mind, one where my nicely groomed children sat at my feet, after doing their choirs and eating their well balanced meals, and hung on every teaching that came from my mouth.  In this fantasy we do hours of crafting and exploring, because all I want is to be with them.  We also rarely have a word of anger in our house and all disputes are settled quickly, rationally, and fairly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice world, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And flashing back to reality, I am learning, repeatedly, that things don't always go according to plan.  (But really, who am I kidding, does anyone other then the Stepford wives have a life like my imaginary one?) When plans don't go our way, we only have two options.  We can live through it and learn and cope with grace and joy, or....we can be miserable and angry and decide to give in to the disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have had the great privilege of reading several messages of hope recently.  I thank God for these messages because, while we all have our down times, if we look in the right places there will always be someone to help us get up again.  It is our choice to keep moving.  And I DO want to keep moving, to keep trying, keep progressing.  I know my boys and I can work together to iron out the kinks and to make ourselves stronger for the next set of wrinkles that will come our way. There will always be more, but I have decided to take a new approach.  It goes like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...BRING IT ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I am rolling up my sleeves and I am ready.  I know,  I KNOW that my boys were sent to me for a reason.  Granted, I might be mentally damaging them for life as their mother but that is a different story....;-)  I am going to try to face my challenges with them more diligently, more joyfully, more determined to figure out a solution for change rather then a band aid for the moment.  This too shall pass and when it does, I want to be able to look back with confidence and say,"I KNOW that I did my best."  That is my hope and goal, not just with my boys, but with all of the challenges that life has in store for me. And in the end, I want to be so full of gratitude because it did happen, and I not only survived, but that I did it well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to check out some of the amazing sources for my recent enlightenment, here they are-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://365thankyounotes.com/"&gt;The Simple Act of Gratitude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lilblueboo.com/category/cancer-chronicles"&gt;Lil Blue Boo's The Cancer Chronicles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/?lang=eng"&gt;Teachings from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-1188456521139536457?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/1188456521139536457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=1188456521139536457' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1188456521139536457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1188456521139536457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2012/01/manifesto-of-sorts.html' title='A Manifesto of sorts...'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-2812709151233798773</id><published>2011-05-22T12:04:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T12:20:49.334-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruby Market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creating'/><title type='text'>A little advertising...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qjN5p7_hrC8/TdlRg9OEsBI/AAAAAAAABR8/OMju6vyOY2o/s1600/alyssavincent_21stivy_cottoncandy_MG_2390.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609604437497917458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qjN5p7_hrC8/TdlRg9OEsBI/AAAAAAAABR8/OMju6vyOY2o/s320/alyssavincent_21stivy_cottoncandy_MG_2390.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXuz5A7wpJk/TdlRgmfJ9fI/AAAAAAAABR0/0GYdZc3naK4/s1600/alyssavincent_21stivy_cottoncandy_MG_2067.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609604431395550706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXuz5A7wpJk/TdlRgmfJ9fI/AAAAAAAABR0/0GYdZc3naK4/s320/alyssavincent_21stivy_cottoncandy_MG_2067.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was honored when I was asked to be a part of a promotional photo shoot for the recent &lt;a href="http://www.thebeehivebazaar.com/"&gt;Beehive Bazaar&lt;/a&gt;. I explained that Jeremy and I wouldn't be able to do the bazaar this spring (she was tied up with her husband's Iron Man competition and I was just...well, too busy!). They said that was fine and still wanted a couple of balloons. I think the shoot turned out really well. You can check it out &lt;a href="http://www.twentyfirstandivy.com/2011/05/style-sugar-high.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I really get on the ball, I might actually have some stuff to sell in our etsy store, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/rubymarket"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! THAT would be a miracle!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-2812709151233798773?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/2812709151233798773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=2812709151233798773' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2812709151233798773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2812709151233798773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-advertising.html' title='A little advertising...'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qjN5p7_hrC8/TdlRg9OEsBI/AAAAAAAABR8/OMju6vyOY2o/s72-c/alyssavincent_21stivy_cottoncandy_MG_2390.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-8858621766971667762</id><published>2011-05-19T13:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:54:16.014-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sawyer'/><title type='text'>So lucky to have one of these!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MfFTJel264k/Tb4Wb6Lw80I/AAAAAAAABQ0/UcHts0RhpvY/s1600/225902_10150574919340705_892015704_18081072_2770858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601939655226356546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MfFTJel264k/Tb4Wb6Lw80I/AAAAAAAABQ0/UcHts0RhpvY/s320/225902_10150574919340705_892015704_18081072_2770858_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-8858621766971667762?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/8858621766971667762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=8858621766971667762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8858621766971667762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8858621766971667762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-lucky-to-have-one-of-these.html' title='So lucky to have one of these!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MfFTJel264k/Tb4Wb6Lw80I/AAAAAAAABQ0/UcHts0RhpvY/s72-c/225902_10150574919340705_892015704_18081072_2770858_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-7065270993031269185</id><published>2011-05-01T20:26:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:52:07.207-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sawyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Little People</title><content type='html'>They have taken over my life. I LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWuI_LfCRDw/TdV0NdtJ7sI/AAAAAAAABRs/1t1rEgSXqzc/s1600/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608516685620965058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWuI_LfCRDw/TdV0NdtJ7sI/AAAAAAAABRs/1t1rEgSXqzc/s320/DSC00254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher, who is not so little anymore (but I like to cradle him like a baby and pretend) is so generous and kind when he wants to be. He is so good at making up games to entertain his younger brothers. He also just beat Portal 1. An amazing feat considering that I cannot play that game for more then 10 minutes without feeling extremely nauseated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-94Mfom-Hm2s/TdVy-57pd3I/AAAAAAAABQ8/8XDwjhVmiLg/s1600/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608515335988279154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-94Mfom-Hm2s/TdVy-57pd3I/AAAAAAAABQ8/8XDwjhVmiLg/s320/DSC00120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher just bought (with game tickets at the roller rink) a blue heart shaped necklace that says "Best Friends". This gesture alone was so tender to me that I wanted to cry a little. I asked him who he was going to be giving it to and he told me. For 3 days I was so nervous that his friend might "reject" the necklace because it wasn't cool or something. Reject something that my little Asher thought of doing all on his own. My heart ached to protect him from this possible reality of life. That some things might not be "cool" for boys at his age. I guess that I shouldn't have worried at all because his friend liked the gift and ended up wearing it to school the next day as a bracelet. So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Asher is getting older, I realize that there is going to be some hurt in life coming his way. Friends, girls, activities, just the normal things that life will throw his way. I am losing him to the big world out there because I know that I cannot protect him forever. I just hope that I can teach him who he is and whose he is. I love him so much. I am not ready for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34hthlQiHNY/TdV0NIo3vEI/AAAAAAAABRk/EwTUQIPgtzM/s1600/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608516679965850690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34hthlQiHNY/TdV0NIo3vEI/AAAAAAAABRk/EwTUQIPgtzM/s320/DSC00170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Myles liked this science project because it was about batteries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Myles is such a vocal little character. The questions that come out of his head blow me away. Can cats and dogs see in color? How does this battery/motor/device work? What is it like for babies inside their mommy's tummy? Who was Heavenly Father's father? Who was his father? There are so many things that he asks us on a daily basis, I really need to start writing them down. Who knows, maybe someday he will be able to answer a question that nobody else has been able to answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, on the Friday that his class would be celebrating Easter, he was soooo excited to go to school. His class was also going to be going to the local Arctic Circle and ordering their very own food for lunch. He knew that this was going to be a big day and clearly had high expectations for it. He kept telling me, "Tomorrow is going to be the best day ever!". I love seeing him grow and get excited for things in life, things that can make his little soul happy to be alive. It is so simple sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen has been giving us yet another run for our money with his antics lately. He is so devilish sometimes that I just want to put him in permanent time out! I think that I have finally clued in to the source of the problem, XBox. Yep. The boy is addicted to Lego Indiana Jones. If I ask him to do anything else his reply is "boring..." - he is 4, for crying out loud! I know I need to nip this in the bud now before he gives up eating and sleeping. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xrjZ3Fliz6I/TdVy_rA4paI/AAAAAAAABRU/36jMnxS2hUc/s1600/DSC00193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608515349163582882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xrjZ3Fliz6I/TdVy_rA4paI/AAAAAAAABRU/36jMnxS2hUc/s320/DSC00193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen also informed me the other day, cause you know he is quite the Don Juan, that boys do not like girls with black hair. I asked why, because one of his various little loves has black hair. He couldn't explain it but just that he would no longer be liking this particular girl anymore. :( I told him that he could like what ever he wanted, blue hair, black hair, red hair. Fortunately, I think he changed his mind because 2 days ago this little girl came over to invite him to play. He didn't hesitate, only reverted to his bashful shy boy routine. I guess it works for him with the ladies... He now loves her again. She is his favorite. I was so worried you know! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uLk3jrGIpmw/TdVy_5rbMxI/AAAAAAAABRc/3Pv-UqNLjYw/s1600/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608515353100104466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uLk3jrGIpmw/TdVy_5rbMxI/AAAAAAAABRc/3Pv-UqNLjYw/s320/DSC00210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer is growing just way too quickly. He can now go up and down the stairs, a very important thing in his little life. He loves to travel the house at his leisure now. It is cute to watch him as it seems a whole new world has opened up to him. I am fine keeping it this way. I just wish I could do this with all of my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems I have to comfort him now as he is upset about some toys that rudely poked him in the bottom when he decided to sit down on them. It can be so hard to be little, you know.&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/11613792-7065270993031269185?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/7065270993031269185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=7065270993031269185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/7065270993031269185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/7065270993031269185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-people.html' title='Little People'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IWuI_LfCRDw/TdV0NdtJ7sI/AAAAAAAABRs/1t1rEgSXqzc/s72-c/DSC00254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-5882560751987284580</id><published>2011-04-30T14:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:17:02.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life motherhood'/><title type='text'>How long do your resolutions last for?</title><content type='html'>So, after my oh so sincere attempt to change my life and begin blogging again on a daily basis, I have hit a major roadblock.  Well, it is more like I crashed and burned within the first month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying not to look at myself as a total failure.  After all, one of my favorite quotes says "Every accomplishment starts with a decision to try".  I did try.  Really.  And I managed to get a few posts up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I just wanted to put it out there that I am still alive.  Still running around like a maniac mom with my boys.  Still trying to nurture my inner artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes though, I am just so happy and grateful to let my days slip away as I spend time with my little ones.  They really are growing up way too quickly.  I want to cherish all of these moments because I know they won't be coming my way again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-5882560751987284580?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/5882560751987284580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=5882560751987284580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/5882560751987284580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/5882560751987284580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-long-do-your-resolutions-last-for.html' title='How long do your resolutions last for?'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-3129266748404720536</id><published>2011-01-19T13:32:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T15:50:01.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>STITCHES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;**Not for the light hearted...advert your eyes if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It happened, finally. I had been dreading "this day" for about 11 years. With four boys, I am really surprised that it didn't happen sooner. One of my babies has split his chin open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just to be clear, Owen was technically the first of my boys to get stitches. It happened this last summer in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moab&lt;/span&gt;. We were 4-wheeling, he was wearing cowboy boots, trying to climb up on the trailer...it was bad...and bloody. We were in a motor home so we couldn't really "rush" to the hospital. Fortunately, my little sis had her truck there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen and I went off to the small town hospital together. Everyone in the hospital looked like they had just come in from rock climbing or biking. Dirt under the nails, sunburns, cut off jeans. For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TTdpCexor2I/AAAAAAAABOo/2EDsHbap4Ro/s1600/owen%2Bstitches.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564031355981442914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TTdpCexor2I/AAAAAAAABOo/2EDsHbap4Ro/s320/owen%2Bstitches.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen's cut was inside his upper lip. He was really really brave. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;.'s explained that had it been a fraction higher, he would have needed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;maxillofacial&lt;/span&gt; surgery, a fraction lower, he would have lost his teeth. We were very lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours and 4 stitches later (it took us a while to get all of Owen's freaking and thrashing out of the way!) we were as good as new! Owen was so proud of his stitches. He showed anyone who was interested. In fact, he still shows his gums to people...it has been 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so relieved that my baby was not only okay, but not visually/ permanently marred by the experience. By that I mean his perfect little body was still perfect on the outside, (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;exceptttt&lt;/span&gt; for a roasting stick burn from a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;campout&lt;/span&gt;...that is another story!) there were no visible signs of damage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, I know this won't last forever. Boys will be boys. Cuts, scrapes, scars and other injuries are inevitable in our future. And heaven forbid if they ever get tattoos!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;, the things I have to look forward to. In the meantime, I like to pretend that they are all still precious, soft and downy newborns with the perfect unblemished bodies they were born with. (You can call the mental services on me later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;, back to last Friday night. Owen and Myles are in the tub acting like maniacs as usual. (I really do need to start separating them and making them take showers.) All of the sudden, I hear it. The loud, ominous thud followed by an excruciating scream. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run in, Myles has his hand on his chin, blood is spilling out. Yep. It's time. Sterling, ironically, was not home. I pull Myles out, put some toilet paper on his chin to stop the bleeding and ready myself for the first look. GASP!! I think he knew it was bad because Asher, who was there to catch the action, and I both backed away and put our hands over our mouth at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to the sofa, where I calmly explain to Myles that we are going to have to go the the Dr. to see what he thinks about his cut. "NO NO NO!! I don't want stitches!! I don't want STITCHES!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all of this, Asher gets this "ah ha" moment type of look on his face and runs downstairs, returning with his microscope and a clean slide. He wants a live blood sample. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ewwww&lt;/span&gt;. Really. I tell him, "You know, now is really not the time. Maybe a bloody nose or a mosquito bite..." "MOM!" "Okay, you have to ask your brother's permission." Myles, who has been crying up to this point, stops completely and says "yes". THEN-he hops (HOPS) off the sofa to peer into the microscope along with Asher. WHAT??? I am dumbfounded. Crisis adverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TTdKrxadzMI/AAAAAAAABOQ/oqAzq-bsKrY/s1600/jan11%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563997980498709698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TTdKrxadzMI/AAAAAAAABOQ/oqAzq-bsKrY/s320/jan11%2B008.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the time we got to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Insta&lt;/span&gt; Care (Sterling met us there) Myles was doing pretty good. He insisted that we inform the Dr. that he DID NOT want stitches. The nurse tricked him and told him that she was cleaning his cut. Instead, she taped a pad holding a liquid numbing solution to his chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TTdKrqnBMOI/AAAAAAAABOI/dZfuAweGhws/s1600/jan11%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563997978672312546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TTdKrqnBMOI/AAAAAAAABOI/dZfuAweGhws/s320/jan11%2B007.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-stitches- believe it or not! The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. was great at getting Myles to relax and open up. Myles suddenly had a lot of information to share.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TTdKs3WqJSI/AAAAAAAABOg/vZxnF2QIe3c/s1600/jan11%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563997999273223458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TTdKs3WqJSI/AAAAAAAABOg/vZxnF2QIe3c/s320/jan11%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three stitches. I actually got a bit light headed when they were sewing him up. Sterling told me I was white and the nurse made me eat a sucker! Well, if you insist!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TTdKsSCMw8I/AAAAAAAABOY/LRVI6di1ZNI/s1600/jan11%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563997989255300034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TTdKsSCMw8I/AAAAAAAABOY/LRVI6di1ZNI/s320/jan11%2B009.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Myles checking out the final look. He is so proud now that he not only survived - but that he is going to have an awesome scar to show the ladies! Let's hope it is only this scar that he ever gets....right?! A mom can hope. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-3129266748404720536?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/3129266748404720536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=3129266748404720536' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3129266748404720536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3129266748404720536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2011/01/stitches.html' title='STITCHES!!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TTdpCexor2I/AAAAAAAABOo/2EDsHbap4Ro/s72-c/owen%2Bstitches.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-8455780905406540711</id><published>2011-01-16T22:58:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:19:34.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><title type='text'>It doesn't take a genius...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TTPcundMfAI/AAAAAAAABNg/JL0lvglGUjE/s1600/2011-01-16_19.58.36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563032658156223490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TTPcundMfAI/AAAAAAAABNg/JL0lvglGUjE/s320/2011-01-16_19.58.36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TTPcuaSWdjI/AAAAAAAABNY/cYeWPdp0tpA/s1600/2011-01-16_19.58.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563032654621079090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TTPcuaSWdjI/AAAAAAAABNY/cYeWPdp0tpA/s320/2011-01-16_19.58.13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...but I think that he is pretty smart! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight Myles was thumbing through Asher's scout book and pointing out the various activities that he wanted to do. When he reached the section on electricity, he was soooooo excited. Myles LOVVVVES anything that has to do with electricity. Batteries, wires, flashlights, toys, etc. I cannot tell you how many toys in our house are missing their battery covers, or how many battery covers are floating around- because Myles usually has to take them apart right away and examine the chambers, what size of battery the toy takes, and so forth. We actually have to limit the amount of batteries that Myles is allowed to go through in one day. We have also wised up and started taking him to DI to purchase the toys that we know he will be disassembling and rewiring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, back to tonight. We read the explanation in the manual about how electricity travels from the source through an open and closed circuit. He immediately wanted to do the experiment. He proceeded to take apart a tiny key chain flashlight to rearrange the wires and batteries so he could test out the various ways in which he could get the light bulb to work. He even came up with an awkward looking circuit involving paper clips. It worked! When he went to bed, he snuck a larger flashlight light bulb into his room to experiment with. I wasn't supposed to know, until Owen blurted the news out... Myles said to me "Owen has a big mouth." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my little Myles. He is an different breed of boy but I am so glad that he is mine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**In my next post- Asher's microscope experiment using Myles' fresh blood after splitting his chin open. Never a dull moment, I tell you...***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-8455780905406540711?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/8455780905406540711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=8455780905406540711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8455780905406540711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8455780905406540711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-doesnt-take-genius.html' title='It doesn&apos;t take a genius...'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TTPcundMfAI/AAAAAAAABNg/JL0lvglGUjE/s72-c/2011-01-16_19.58.36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-6222555455527943713</id><published>2011-01-11T21:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:29:32.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><title type='text'>woops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Umm, yeah. I sort of forgot to post. My one a day goal is already a failure!! Oh well.  I think I have already posted more then I did last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TS0tPeDDqVI/AAAAAAAABNQ/NevxMatRDl4/s1600/november%2B2010%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561150858659604818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TS0tPeDDqVI/AAAAAAAABNQ/NevxMatRDl4/s320/november%2B2010%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TS0tOygSeWI/AAAAAAAABNI/Znac7Hp4fG0/s1600/nov%2B2010%2B082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561150846971050338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TS0tOygSeWI/AAAAAAAABNI/Znac7Hp4fG0/s320/nov%2B2010%2B082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TS0tOjioBXI/AAAAAAAABNA/k6XDoIixfEQ/s1600/nov%2B2010%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561150842954319218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TS0tOjioBXI/AAAAAAAABNA/k6XDoIixfEQ/s320/nov%2B2010%2B069.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am trying to get up the motivation to paper mache some new hot air balloons that people ordered at the bazaar. Time to get gooey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-6222555455527943713?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/6222555455527943713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=6222555455527943713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6222555455527943713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6222555455527943713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2011/01/woops.html' title='woops.'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TS0tPeDDqVI/AAAAAAAABNQ/NevxMatRDl4/s72-c/november%2B2010%2B011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-6854136323422899157</id><published>2011-01-08T23:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:54:40.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher'/><title type='text'>Dance Central</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSlbaQFg3FI/AAAAAAAABM4/sbxHfI_fG5I/s1600/jan%2B11%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560075721518406738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSlbaQFg3FI/AAAAAAAABM4/sbxHfI_fG5I/s320/jan%2B11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Asher staying up way to late to practice his mooooves.  Oh yeah baby.  He gets those hip swings from Sterling for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-6854136323422899157?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/6854136323422899157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=6854136323422899157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6854136323422899157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6854136323422899157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2011/01/dance-central.html' title='Dance Central'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSlbaQFg3FI/AAAAAAAABM4/sbxHfI_fG5I/s72-c/jan%2B11%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-3922716310105690605</id><published>2011-01-07T13:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:51:43.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><title type='text'>Just a day in the life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSd8xenaCVI/AAAAAAAABMw/bH79SAEWixI/s1600/Jan11%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559549454485948754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSd8xenaCVI/AAAAAAAABMw/bH79SAEWixI/s320/Jan11%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSd8wy3qM6I/AAAAAAAABMo/DK12GlMsv80/s1600/Jan11%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559549442742956962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSd8wy3qM6I/AAAAAAAABMo/DK12GlMsv80/s320/Jan11%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSd8wriP5NI/AAAAAAAABMg/CkQDmK0mxQE/s1600/Jan11%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559549440774104274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSd8wriP5NI/AAAAAAAABMg/CkQDmK0mxQE/s320/Jan11%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSd8UwQtM4I/AAAAAAAABMY/AFFNMIEadgg/s1600/Jan11%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-3922716310105690605?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/3922716310105690605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=3922716310105690605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3922716310105690605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3922716310105690605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-day-in-life.html' title='Just a day in the life...'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSd8xenaCVI/AAAAAAAABMw/bH79SAEWixI/s72-c/Jan11%2B035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-1609511139336509519</id><published>2011-01-06T22:23:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:36:47.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><title type='text'>Umm, no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSajm801-dI/AAAAAAAABMQ/EanMcO2Fp1M/s1600/%2521CBvyquwEGk%257E%2524%2528KGrHqZ%252C%2521k4Ez%252B12d-KqBNI3d-ZTUw%257E%257E0_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559310679593581010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSajm801-dI/AAAAAAAABMQ/EanMcO2Fp1M/s320/%2521CBvyquwEGk%257E%2524%2528KGrHqZ%252C%2521k4Ez%252B12d-KqBNI3d-ZTUw%257E%257E0_12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Myles asked me about poop last night. Yep. He wanted to know where it came from, how it was made, why we have it, and so on. I decided to pull out the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Inside-Your-Body-Katie-Daynes/dp/079451233X"&gt;Usborne book&lt;/a&gt; that we have about our bodies and how they work. It was our bedtime story book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen and Myles patiently waited their turn to ask me their questions. "Why do we have one tube for food and one tube for air?" and "That is not really what a heart looks like...it looks like a triangle!" (Owen) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After I finished explaining, in detail, how food works its way through our system, is broken down, nutrients removed, etc., Myles looked at me and said "So, poop is food?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Yes, after our body has taken what it needs to grow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myles -"So, we can eat poop!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me -"Ummm, no!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myles- "But some people eat poop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Myles, no. We don't EVER it poop....that is disgusting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he will take my word for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-1609511139336509519?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/1609511139336509519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=1609511139336509519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1609511139336509519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1609511139336509519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2011/01/umm-no.html' title='Umm, no.'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSajm801-dI/AAAAAAAABMQ/EanMcO2Fp1M/s72-c/%2521CBvyquwEGk%257E%2524%2528KGrHqZ%252C%2521k4Ez%252B12d-KqBNI3d-ZTUw%257E%257E0_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-7773728972164478951</id><published>2011-01-05T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:14:43.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><title type='text'>Owen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSTe6nJQ_yI/AAAAAAAABMI/3wjrwCYt8Wk/s1600/Jan11%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558812938603659042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSTe6nJQ_yI/AAAAAAAABMI/3wjrwCYt8Wk/s320/Jan11%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple of nights ago, Owen was helping me make grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner.  (Fancy, I know)  He said, "Mom, it is good that you are teaching me how to do this because I am growing up to be a daddy someday."  I love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-7773728972164478951?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/7773728972164478951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=7773728972164478951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/7773728972164478951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/7773728972164478951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2011/01/owen.html' title='Owen'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSTe6nJQ_yI/AAAAAAAABMI/3wjrwCYt8Wk/s72-c/Jan11%2B045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-701519396615214600</id><published>2011-01-03T22:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:58:10.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Breakfast for dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decided last night that the best way to finish up our Christmas break was to have a Star Wars dinner party. This, of course, involved testing out the new Star Wars pancake molds that I got the boys for Christmas from &lt;a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/products/star-wars-pancake-mold/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. If you are wondering, it does take some skill...and patience. I finally started flipping out some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yodas&lt;/span&gt; after a few Darth &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vaders&lt;/span&gt; and Storm Troopers ended up in the trash. The boys loved it...even my big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSK0nP29LSI/AAAAAAAABLo/OGool68laJU/s1600/Jan11%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558203476493544738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSK0nP29LSI/AAAAAAAABLo/OGool68laJU/s320/Jan11%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSK0niJyYUI/AAAAAAAABL4/E7rTrNS4wlM/s1600/Jan11%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558203481404367170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSK0niJyYUI/AAAAAAAABL4/E7rTrNS4wlM/s320/Jan11%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSK0nVv3AUI/AAAAAAAABLw/tmq8a6rIcVs/s1600/Jan11%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558203478074392898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSK0nVv3AUI/AAAAAAAABLw/tmq8a6rIcVs/s320/Jan11%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSK0oOhxK7I/AAAAAAAABMA/kOqCNSJ28wU/s1600/Jan11%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558203493316111282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSK0oOhxK7I/AAAAAAAABMA/kOqCNSJ28wU/s320/Jan11%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In case you are wondering, those are chocolate chips Owen is licking off his plate.  Sterling has taught them that no pancake is complete without chocolate chips!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-701519396615214600?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/701519396615214600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=701519396615214600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/701519396615214600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/701519396615214600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2011/01/breakfast-for-dinner.html' title='Breakfast for dinner'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSK0nP29LSI/AAAAAAAABLo/OGool68laJU/s72-c/Jan11%2B015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-6127241793366229843</id><published>2011-01-02T22:35:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:53:24.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><title type='text'>A picture a day goal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soooo, I am really such a SLACKER! This having four kids stuff has left me no time to blog....well, not really.  I have been facebooking a lot more these days. I have realized though, especially around Christmas time, that I am just letting too many precious little things go undocumented. So, I am going to try to write more frequently. I also like the idea of posting a picture a day for one year. Phew. I don't know if I can do it but hey, if I can't do this then I must really really be unorganized. So, to catch up for Jan 1 and 2nd, here are a few lovely pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSFiI7WowQI/AAAAAAAABLI/P5UIto9qjuo/s1600/FromCanon%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557831320663015682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSFiI7WowQI/AAAAAAAABLI/P5UIto9qjuo/s320/FromCanon%2B033.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is kind of hard to make out. We have this old Canon camera that Myles loves to carry around and take pictures with. Sterling and I decided to download the images on it and this is what we found! The world through Myles' eyes. This is a fort that all three boys built in our basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSFilF46BCI/AAAAAAAABLg/pURHU9LWkzc/s1600/FromCanon%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557831804527445026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSFilF46BCI/AAAAAAAABLg/pURHU9LWkzc/s320/FromCanon%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSFikxtrzLI/AAAAAAAABLY/DNzalp4UStw/s1600/FromCanon%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557831799111666866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSFikxtrzLI/AAAAAAAABLY/DNzalp4UStw/s320/FromCanon%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSFikmV9NnI/AAAAAAAABLQ/ChDKVewaeh4/s1600/FromCanon%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557831796059354738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSFikmV9NnI/AAAAAAAABLQ/ChDKVewaeh4/s320/FromCanon%2B018.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were also on our old camera. How could I resist not posting these!?! Asher and Myles entertaining us with their odd ball humor. Love those boys...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-6127241793366229843?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/6127241793366229843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=6127241793366229843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6127241793366229843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6127241793366229843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2011/01/picture-day-goal.html' title='A picture a day goal...'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TSFiI7WowQI/AAAAAAAABLI/P5UIto9qjuo/s72-c/FromCanon%2B033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-781126381908171213</id><published>2010-12-27T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T14:44:10.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TRkIgs8lhQI/AAAAAAAABLA/SnMUWimS0OI/s1600/family%2Bchristmas%2Bcard%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TRkIgs8lhQI/AAAAAAAABLA/SnMUWimS0OI/s320/family%2Bchristmas%2Bcard%2B2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555480973252330754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TRkIgLY0_zI/AAAAAAAABK4/vRHZXETy3lA/s1600/2010back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TRkIgLY0_zI/AAAAAAAABK4/vRHZXETy3lA/s320/2010back.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555480964243980082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-781126381908171213?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/781126381908171213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=781126381908171213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/781126381908171213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/781126381908171213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TRkIgs8lhQI/AAAAAAAABLA/SnMUWimS0OI/s72-c/family%2Bchristmas%2Bcard%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-2775980475610362098</id><published>2010-06-24T12:29:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:51:47.866-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Studio Lush Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCgcS73HOHI/AAAAAAAABKk/j41KxjiurKs/s1600/experiment+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCgcS73HOHI/AAAAAAAABKk/j41KxjiurKs/s320/experiment+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487667257583024242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkPy16fHI/AAAAAAAABIU/n3M7OciHOck/s1600/exp2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486409362320292978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkPy16fHI/AAAAAAAABIU/n3M7OciHOck/s320/exp2+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkn_a5GZI/AAAAAAAABJU/UrRyVEPctVc/s1600/Jacobson-1061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486409778013477266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkn_a5GZI/AAAAAAAABJU/UrRyVEPctVc/s320/Jacobson-1061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkmxjBOsI/AAAAAAAABJM/9Rmw26zelvM/s1600/Jacobson-10552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486409757109598914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkmxjBOsI/AAAAAAAABJM/9Rmw26zelvM/s320/Jacobson-10552.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkliAE5oI/AAAAAAAABJE/jRtjFS1Fz-I/s1600/Jacobson-1056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486409735756637826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkliAE5oI/AAAAAAAABJE/jRtjFS1Fz-I/s320/Jacobson-1056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkkvp-PII/AAAAAAAABI8/0JmoC4RWXBU/s1600/Jacobson-1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkpGvwmdI/AAAAAAAABJc/shye9m6NnW8/s1600/Jacobson-1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486409797159918034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkpGvwmdI/AAAAAAAABJc/shye9m6NnW8/s320/Jacobson-1032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkS7r1_AI/AAAAAAAABI0/EwE_KMpjXBU/s1600/Jacobson-1026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486409416233581570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkS7r1_AI/AAAAAAAABI0/EwE_KMpjXBU/s320/Jacobson-1026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCQHFicTvqI/AAAAAAAABKM/RuKV_ZELtgA/s1600/Jacobson-1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486518037770387106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCQHFicTvqI/AAAAAAAABKM/RuKV_ZELtgA/s320/Jacobson-1027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkSIy66zI/AAAAAAAABIs/hwwoX7bG2uU/s1600/Jacobson-1022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486409402573056818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkSIy66zI/AAAAAAAABIs/hwwoX7bG2uU/s320/Jacobson-1022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkRMkOfCI/AAAAAAAABIk/Zh3_yuaK2A4/s1600/Jacobson-1011+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486409386405297186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCOkRMkOfCI/AAAAAAAABIk/Zh3_yuaK2A4/s320/Jacobson-1011+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCQHFKxuC1I/AAAAAAAABKE/9n4YWyRXZ5w/s1600/Jacobson-1012+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486518031417740114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCQHFKxuC1I/AAAAAAAABKE/9n4YWyRXZ5w/s320/Jacobson-1012+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time taking these pictures with Kristen at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.studiolush.com"&gt;Studio Lush&lt;/a&gt;.  She did an awesome job!  I am so happy that these priceless expressions are now captured in time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-2775980475610362098?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/2775980475610362098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=2775980475610362098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2775980475610362098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2775980475610362098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2010/06/studio-lush-photo-shoot.html' title='Studio Lush Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/TCgcS73HOHI/AAAAAAAABKk/j41KxjiurKs/s72-c/experiment+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-6144067880009803268</id><published>2010-04-24T11:44:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:55:50.752-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sawyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child birth'/><title type='text'>He's Here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M5GfIUU6I/AAAAAAAABHk/z8Yo5wtN7V8/s1600/SawyerBirth+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463773556528927650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M5GfIUU6I/AAAAAAAABHk/z8Yo5wtN7V8/s320/SawyerBirth+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, he has been here . . . for about 6 weeks! I am a slacker, I know, but having 4 kids will do that to you. Our little prince surprised us by making an early appearance. I was rather shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been on bed rest for high blood pressure, seeing the doctor twice a week, and trying to let the baby grow a little bit longer. At 37 weeks, I spent the day in labor and delivery, getting all of the routine check ups done. My bp was high and I was dilated to a 2 and 50% effaced (but not in labor). They said, "Go home and rest some more. Let's try to get to 38 weeks, then we'll take him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the baby had other plans because that night, around 3 am, I got up to go the the bathroom. I got back in bed and felt a strong need to check my blood pressure. I debated it in my head. I didn't want to wake Sterling up. I decided to do it myself but then drifted off. No sooner did I nod off then my water broke! I was soooo shocked. This had never happened before. So you know the drill. I got Sterling up, who went and got my parents up, and surprisingly Asher was up too. They came upstairs, took some pictures of my huge belly until I insisted that it was enough with the fat mama pictures and we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the hospital, my blood pressure was through the roof - good thing he was coming out! Another interesting thing to note was that my gum from the day before was still in the bathroom trash can. The room was waiting for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after getting all of the pain/drugs/monitors taken care of, we waiting for his delivery. At 11:24 on March 12th, our little one made it into the world. He was 19 inches long and weighed 6 lbs. 4 oz. We could not think of a name for him right away. I was really pushing for Ford . . . Sterling liked Dexter (uggh!). We almost settled on Oliver. But finally, the name came to us -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;Sawyer Ford Jacobson&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M4-QoXVKI/AAAAAAAABHE/XpQ3Ea1AbzQ/s1600/SawyerBirth+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463773415197856930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M4-QoXVKI/AAAAAAAABHE/XpQ3Ea1AbzQ/s320/SawyerBirth+001.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt Adams- my hero and anesthesiologist!! He did my epidural for 3 of my deliveries. I never forgot him because a) what woman isn't in love with the man who provides her relief from excruciating pain? and b) his name is both of my brother's names, Matt and Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M5AHMzdjI/AAAAAAAABHM/PACWFKSP0iA/s1600/SawyerBirth+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463773447026079282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M5AHMzdjI/AAAAAAAABHM/PACWFKSP0iA/s320/SawyerBirth+002.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting some rest before Sawyer's arrival. That is my mom on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M5CzQOO5I/AAAAAAAABHc/pXE7gwfUmfM/s1600/SawyerBirth+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463773493211315090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M5CzQOO5I/AAAAAAAABHc/pXE7gwfUmfM/s320/SawyerBirth+011.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rainin and her awesome helpers who got me through the delivery! Rainin actually massaged my back with lotion . . . she was soooo nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M5BMBkQyI/AAAAAAAABHU/6D6bDt8dYpo/s1600/SawyerBirth+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463773465500992290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M5BMBkQyI/AAAAAAAABHU/6D6bDt8dYpo/s320/SawyerBirth+010.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dr. Baxter - what can I say. He brought all 4 of my babies into the world. He is a good man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M5kLRzBuI/AAAAAAAABH8/BNim4tRjhN4/s1600/SawyerBirth+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463774066596054754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M5kLRzBuI/AAAAAAAABH8/BNim4tRjhN4/s320/SawyerBirth+035.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Asher really took to Sawyer. He just held him and examined him for a while. Now he is an amazing helper with Sawyer. I tell ya, I couldn't do it without this big brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M5jVwwgRI/AAAAAAAABH0/dJ-GS4dF8uE/s1600/SawyerBirth+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463774052230398226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M5jVwwgRI/AAAAAAAABH0/dJ-GS4dF8uE/s320/SawyerBirth+033.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Myles was a bit timid when it came to actually touching the baby. But Owen, well, we have to make sure that Owen doesn't "love" Sawyer to death. The first thing he asks when he wakes up or enters a room is "Where's baby Sawyer? Is it time for me to hold him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M5jKdcJAI/AAAAAAAABHs/WYL9GndKnmw/s1600/SawyerBirth+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463774049196581890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M5jKdcJAI/AAAAAAAABHs/WYL9GndKnmw/s320/SawyerBirth+026.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh, stretching out under the heating lamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More pictures to come . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**On a side note. Yes, we watch "Lost". No, we did not name our baby after Sawyer. We actually have a family friend named Sawyer. I have always loved that name. As for Ford, well, I actually had a friend growing up whose little brother was named Ford. On Lost, I didn't realize that Sawyer's real name is James Ford. Oh well. You can call him LaFleur if you like! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-6144067880009803268?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/6144067880009803268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=6144067880009803268' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6144067880009803268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6144067880009803268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2010/04/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s Here!!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S9M5GfIUU6I/AAAAAAAABHk/z8Yo5wtN7V8/s72-c/SawyerBirth+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-6239246059534795339</id><published>2010-02-22T20:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:08:22.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>And life goes on . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S4NUr1KLq0I/AAAAAAAABG8/8jmWKuyo9Jc/s1600-h/baby_foot_belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S4NUr1KLq0I/AAAAAAAABG8/8jmWKuyo9Jc/s320/baby_foot_belly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441285886774586178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are folks, T - 5 1/2 weeks and counting. Of course, I am already deducting 2 weeks off that schedule because each of my babies has come 2 weeks early for one reason or the other. AND - this pregnancy has been so agonizing that I think I will castrate the Dr. if he doesn't take me then. I don't want to hurt the little bambino though, sooo, if I get to 38 weeks and it is not time, I will just dig deep and find the strength to make it . . . for one more week maybe!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post, I have been on prednisone. An awful and wonderful drug wrapped all into one. Aside from the night sweats, bloating, irritability, and heart palpitations, I am thrilled to announce that it has kept my "rash" (more like alien imprint from another planet that is taking over my body) at bay. The only bad thing is that I cannot be on it for very long so I am already being weened off and - that means the rash is already coming back. At least I was able to keep it a bay for a couple of weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been kind of insecure about the weight gain/ bloating. Look guys, I know I am big, I am not blind. I can especially see that my face is bloated. Everyone that I ask (for an honest answer) says " Oh no, you look great . . . the same!" Which really, that is kind of an insult too. LOL! Well, my dear mother in law saw me for the first time in a few months today and she admitted that "YES" my face does "look puffy". So there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at times like this that I really do look forward to getting my body back to myself. I cannot wait to hold my little one. I just seem to function so much better when my babies are on the outside of my body. As I have been in and out of the hospital, I get to see the little newborns in the nursery. The other day I almost started crying out of joy because I truly am so excited to have one more. I loveeee the baby stage. I really do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, today Sterling and I went to our first consultation with the child psychologist to get Myles set up for his evaluation. The verdict is still out but most of the preliminary reports/tests are coming back as Autism. Really. I mean, how could we have missed this. With Asher, it was so obvious when he was young. With Myles, it is a completely different story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no tears this time (not yet at least). I pretty much welcome the diagnosis. I am ready to move on and start helping him and getting the help and guidance that I need. I was asking Sterling as we were leaving, why did Heavenly Father send these boys to us? Is there something that I am just not learning as a mother? Then I realized that perhaps he thought that we could actually handle these circumstances. Go figure. I am going to have to dig deep again - but then, what mother doesn't have to do that everyday with her children, no matter what her situation?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried a bit about the baby. If Asher and Myles' "differences" are as bad as it gets, then I can handle it. But now I think, what if this baby is severely autistic? I know that there is no point in worrying. I also realize that I would never change this baby (or any of my babies) for the world. I will take them no matter what. I guess that I can face any challenge that is put in front of me with the Lord's help. These past 8 months or so have been a testament to that. And I thought that there was an easy button . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will post more soon enough. Who knows, maybe baby pictures will be next!! Yippee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-6239246059534795339?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/6239246059534795339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=6239246059534795339' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6239246059534795339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6239246059534795339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-life-goes-on.html' title='And life goes on . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S4NUr1KLq0I/AAAAAAAABG8/8jmWKuyo9Jc/s72-c/baby_foot_belly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-633659478899211268</id><published>2010-02-01T13:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:27:34.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><title type='text'>Myles the Hero!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S2c4i71aHQI/AAAAAAAABG0/gSL_k4JUCHI/s1600-h/MylesSchoolJan2010+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433373648274201858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S2c4i71aHQI/AAAAAAAABG0/gSL_k4JUCHI/s320/MylesSchoolJan2010+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to mention that in an effort to make Myles feel special and important at school (what student doesn't want to feel this way?!), his teacher decided that he should be the "Hero of the Week". Myles was soooo proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We picked out some of his favorite pictures and decided that he would demonstrate his love for building things (guns, cars, contraptions, etc.) to his classmates. It was a success, other then the fact that his "gun" kept misfiring the rubber band bullets. There were a few close calls too when he had them pointed into the crowd of eager faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so proud of Myles and the life force that he brings into this world. Our family, my life, would not have been so special without him. I love him so much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S2c4iYOtEdI/AAAAAAAABGs/sQrp6K_qv0o/s1600-h/MylesSchoolJan2010+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433373638716625362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S2c4iYOtEdI/AAAAAAAABGs/sQrp6K_qv0o/s320/MylesSchoolJan2010+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-633659478899211268?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/633659478899211268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=633659478899211268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/633659478899211268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/633659478899211268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2010/02/myles-hero.html' title='Myles the Hero!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/S2c4i71aHQI/AAAAAAAABG0/gSL_k4JUCHI/s72-c/MylesSchoolJan2010+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-8194615662474535328</id><published>2010-02-01T12:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:17:48.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Stop the world . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . I want to get off. I have really had it folks. Really. I know that I don't have a lot to complain about. I know that my life is relatively blessed and easy going. But sometimes, all of the junk hits you at once (or within a 9 month time period, shall we say) and I just want to jump ship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, I am going to admit one of the not so glamorous realities of this pregnancy.  I have some sort of mean, unrelenting rash that is now covering most of my body (except for my face, ironically).  And it ITCHES like a mother.  It keeps me up at night and distracts me most of the day as well.  The doctors, of course, have no idea what it is - but they seem to be certain that it is pregnancy related.  I think that at tomorrow's appointment I get to have it biopsied.  Yippee!!  Can I just mention how this all adds to my overall image of attractiveness?  I have lost any inkling of "mojo" that I might have had in this female body.  Will it ever come back . . .  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of this, Myles has decided to blast us full force with his "personality" issues.  He is not participating at school and it seems to just be checking out from reality more frequently.  So of course, time for a professional diagnosis.  It is like walking through quick sand for me to deal with this issue for some reason.  No parent likes to hear what is wrong with their child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was making phone calls to get this issue squared away (if you can really call it being "squared away") a psychologist mentioned something about children with autism that of course brought a problem that we have been having for a while with Asher bursting forward! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher has major food refusal issues.  He is just not eating.  It is getting worse as he is getting older, probably because his body requires more food to sustain it.  He gets this dark bags under his eyes and he has digestion problems.  It is not that I really have been ignoring it, I have just kind of given up the fight (fighting) with this issue.  Well, I am rolling up my sleeves again.  I am going to try to find a therapist who can help us . . . and help me know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this doesn't sound like too much, right?  I am just a bit overwhelmed right now.  If I break it down I can handle it all - I mean, I have no other choice.  I guess that it wouldn't be life if I didn't have these challenges to deal with.  And I am sure that their will be plenty more to come.  For now, I am going to just keep my head down and keep pushing forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-8194615662474535328?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/8194615662474535328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=8194615662474535328' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8194615662474535328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8194615662474535328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2010/02/stop-world.html' title='Stop the world . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-3460930948299549566</id><published>2010-01-04T09:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:41:01.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I really should write something . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . with so much computer time on my hands lately (seriously), it would seem that I would have at least blogged once.  There is so much to catch up on that I am going to write the super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;condensed&lt;/span&gt; version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Baby is another boy!  I am really okay with it . . . and quite excited actually to hold the title as mother of four boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Bazaar went great!  It was a pleasure as always to see all of the creative talent in Utah county and have the chance to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Broken leg.  Not much to elaborate on here, other then it hurt like a *&amp;amp;##@@! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Surgery on said leg.  Again, lots of drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Wheelchair and crutches . . . one tired husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Mom and dad come to the rescue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  Christmas is saved!  Boys have a wonderful experience and my heart is touched by all of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;generousity&lt;/span&gt; and kindness of people who made it magical for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)  Stitches out (cool scar) and leg in boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)  Baby is thriving.  13 weeks left (11 if I deliver my usual 2 weeks early) In search of the perfect name.  Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)  Mom and dad leaving soon and 2 days till I can walk in the boot.  Major panic and anxiety.  I am not ready for the pain or normal life yet . . . I can do it, I can do it . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you have it.  All in all, life has been wonderful and I have really realized how blessed we are.  No matter what your circumstances are, be grateful for them.  There is always somebody hurting or suffering more.  I have really learned this.  I am also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; grateful for the good health and strong body (usually) that I get to enjoy.  I am also blessed to have the family that I have.  I am nothing without them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-3460930948299549566?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/3460930948299549566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=3460930948299549566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3460930948299549566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3460930948299549566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-really-should-write-something.html' title='I really should write something . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-1311563426902361694</id><published>2009-10-28T20:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:43:15.682-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><title type='text'>Out of the mouths of babes . . .</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, Myles was taking off his clothes to put on his pajamas. I was standing between him and the laundry basket which he was trying to throw his shirt in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myles: "Mommy, I am going to throw this at your milk!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "My milk? What are you talking about!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myles: "You know, your '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;milkies&lt;/span&gt;' !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. I guess that is what they are calling it these days. Fine by me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when I was clipping Myles' fingernails, he wanted to know if Heavenly Father had to clip His fingernails.  Yeah, I guess so, I told him.  "Well, then were does He keep his fingernail clippers?"  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Humm&lt;/span&gt;,  I am going to have to think about this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Owen was getting ready to go down for a nap the other day.  As I was changing his diaper, he informed me that his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;peepee&lt;/span&gt; would also be going to sleep.  Whew!  What a relief!  Those things can be so pesky!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think that I have just read one of the best quotes of my life!! Head over to &lt;a href="http://www.nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NieNie's&lt;/span&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt; to read her &lt;a href="http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-so-it-goes.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. Mr. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nielson&lt;/span&gt; was apparently addressing his two screaming daughters and he said, "Hey girls, the devil called and he said that you are doing awesome!!" Hilarious!! I am going to have to use that one! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-1311563426902361694?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/1311563426902361694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=1311563426902361694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1311563426902361694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1311563426902361694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/10/out-of-mouths-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouths of babes . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-1222830321934960544</id><published>2009-09-23T16:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:41:17.741-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Excuse the mess . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . but people &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SrqjmmmrDvI/AAAAAAAABGE/UkyKUCacMp8/s1600-h/MiscJune09+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384796188067958514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SrqjmmmrDvI/AAAAAAAABGE/UkyKUCacMp8/s320/MiscJune09+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least this is what my new friend and neighbor has told me!! I am using this phrase and one of my own (work in progress - baby growing) to get by with the fact that my house is a mess. A real mess. Yep. Oh, don't let the picture fool you. I may be feeling a little bit okay with my excuses but I am not so confident as to show you my basement. Ugggh!! Right now I am actually supposed to be cleaning it (personal goal) and yet, I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this new show called "Hoarders" the other night - it scared the living daylights out of me. First of all, I never ever want to end up like the people that were interviewed. Second of all, maybe I am not doing so bad. After all, I still have Sterling convinced (though it is mostly true!) that I cannot stand to do the dishes because of the smell of sitting food. Ucccckk!! So at least that part of the house is being cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, as long as I can keep the kids in clean clothes I feel fine with that!! Okay, not a really high expectation but I am working with a pregnant body here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy, off to pick up some toys . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-1222830321934960544?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/1222830321934960544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=1222830321934960544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1222830321934960544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1222830321934960544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/09/excuse-mess.html' title='Excuse the mess . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SrqjmmmrDvI/AAAAAAAABGE/UkyKUCacMp8/s72-c/MiscJune09+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-3185574955121692297</id><published>2009-09-14T20:39:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:43:54.868-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Not much going on here . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . . and yet so much has happened in the last few months. First, I should explain my recent hiatus! I am pregnant. Yep!! I am almost 12 weeks and so, happily, it looks like this one is going to stay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am overjoyed with this news, I am also barely pulling myself out of the abyss that is the first trimester. Living on Zofran, waking up out of a deep sleep to pee, dying at the smell of my children's breath, and wanting to sleep all day long. Oh, I am so glad that this is my last time to experience these joys of motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is going to be my last pregnancy and so we all know what that means! I do not want a repeat of &lt;a href="http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2006/03/results-are-in_30.html"&gt;last time&lt;/a&gt;. LOL! Of course, I will take a healthy baby regardless but, I can still pray for a girl, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8CIpNynsI/AAAAAAAABE8/wpsGwz0N050/s1600-h/Owen%27s+birthday+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381522427256938178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8CIpNynsI/AAAAAAAABE8/wpsGwz0N050/s320/Owen%27s+birthday+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Owen has turned three! I am a horrible mother for not posting about it - but, here is a picture of my sweet little devil! It was a very low key event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8CJPM1AdI/AAAAAAAABFE/jmXPsWDHjWI/s1600-h/Owen%27s+birthday+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381522437453447634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8CJPM1AdI/AAAAAAAABFE/jmXPsWDHjWI/s320/Owen%27s+birthday+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8CJkEigMI/AAAAAAAABFM/JX1BeK6hG5k/s1600-h/Owen%27s+birthday+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381522443055825090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8CJkEigMI/AAAAAAAABFM/JX1BeK6hG5k/s320/Owen%27s+birthday+042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my parents came out to visit us for about a month. It was great. My dad took Myles on daily bike rides, encouraging him to ride up hills instead of just pushing his bike. My mom also cooked for me and did my laundry - she pretty much got me through the "depths of hell" (a.k.a. first trimester)! I was wonderful to have the help and the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8F-oon8uI/AAAAAAAABFc/CgmPDpLweMI/s1600-h/IMG_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381526653348868834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8F-oon8uI/AAAAAAAABFc/CgmPDpLweMI/s320/IMG_1595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8F_F7msLI/AAAAAAAABFk/jexCgbOcky0/s1600-h/IMG_1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381526661213106354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8F_F7msLI/AAAAAAAABFk/jexCgbOcky0/s320/IMG_1556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grandpa making chocolate chip pancakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were here, my parent decided that they wanted to be closer to family and (the real pull!) their grandkids. So, they told us that they were going to try to move here . . . into the same neighborhood if they could. You can imagine our surprise! I think that this will be a great thing. I have never lived by my mother since I have been married. I think that my children will love it too! Of course, I think that my parents are going to work on my brother and his wife in Florida to see if they can convince them to move to Utah as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were also in town to see the kids go off on their first day of school. Here are the proud boys. Of course, I would like to point out that Asher is at the age where he really has his own sense of fashion. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8F_jc_nxI/AAAAAAAABFs/i_pBbZ38oT8/s1600-h/IMG_1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381526669137780498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8F_jc_nxI/AAAAAAAABFs/i_pBbZ38oT8/s320/IMG_1559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Asher's first day in the 4th grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8GAcFlQcI/AAAAAAAABF0/moXSzgiZA8k/s1600-h/IMG_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381526684340404674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8GAcFlQcI/AAAAAAAABF0/moXSzgiZA8k/s320/IMG_1582.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Owen goes to his first day at the neighborhood "preschool" / joy club - he LOVEEEES it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8GA0pCdDI/AAAAAAAABF8/MbIAuLDzVwo/s1600-h/IMG_1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381526690931569714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8GA0pCdDI/AAAAAAAABF8/MbIAuLDzVwo/s320/IMG_1584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First day of Kindergarten finally arrives for Myles. He is such a big boy now because he gets to ride the bus! Owen is showing his support by donning his own backpack. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I just wanted to mention that I made the &lt;a href="http://www.tongue-n-cheeky.com/2009/06/ideal.html"&gt;NieNie's Mud Cake Magnifique&lt;/a&gt; a few months ago for my friend's birthday. A cake decorator I am not, but, I do think that the cake was delicious!! The recipe was easy to follow though I did have a hard time finding the mascarpone cheese. I finally found it at Smith's in their specialty cheese section. Of course, if I do make the cake again, I will make some adjustments . . . to umm, the mistakes that I made. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who created the recipe is so cute and creative. You should really check out her blog, &lt;a href="http://www.tongue-n-cheeky.com/"&gt;Conversations with a Cupcake&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8CYejwhbI/AAAAAAAABFU/awMSNAj4pyc/s1600-h/MiscJune09+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381522699274192306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8CYejwhbI/AAAAAAAABFU/awMSNAj4pyc/s320/MiscJune09+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I am going to try to reconnect with society again. &lt;a href="http://www.thebeehivebazaar.com/index.html"&gt;The Beehive Bazaar&lt;/a&gt; is coming up and they are accepting applications right now. Sooooo, time to dust off the sewing machine! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-3185574955121692297?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/3185574955121692297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=3185574955121692297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3185574955121692297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3185574955121692297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-much-going-on-here.html' title='Not much going on here . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sq8CIpNynsI/AAAAAAAABE8/wpsGwz0N050/s72-c/Owen%27s+birthday+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-4238687359838283071</id><published>2009-08-18T13:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:26:49.713-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nie nie'/><title type='text'>She is amazing . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie Nielson&lt;/a&gt; is my hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-4238687359838283071?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/4238687359838283071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=4238687359838283071' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4238687359838283071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4238687359838283071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-is-amazing.html' title='She is amazing . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-3636162991954119731</id><published>2009-06-22T20:51:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:49:36.952-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><title type='text'>Myles Turns 5!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBKMGJnw9I/AAAAAAAABEc/aR4LZDwsIOA/s1600-h/IMGA0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350357928986002386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBKMGJnw9I/AAAAAAAABEc/aR4LZDwsIOA/s320/IMGA0113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest little Myles,&lt;br /&gt;In the last five years, you have taught me -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBHCmV3vLI/AAAAAAAABD0/1iube9m5sdY/s1600-h/DSC_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350354467293740210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBHCmV3vLI/AAAAAAAABD0/1iube9m5sdY/s320/DSC_0080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. . . that it is okay to march to your own beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBOnHkwB3I/AAAAAAAABE0/6a5xRqgx8i8/s1600-h/walle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350362791271204722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBOnHkwB3I/AAAAAAAABE0/6a5xRqgx8i8/s320/walle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . that people will understand you even if you use words like "ospee" (woopsie) and "causabe" (because).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBHpgDHjJI/AAAAAAAABEM/3uf9qhRuGuo/s1600-h/Mar09Misc+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350355135619370130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBHpgDHjJI/AAAAAAAABEM/3uf9qhRuGuo/s320/Mar09Misc+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . that you can get just about anything in life if you have big blue eyes and eyelashes that bat like a butterfly's wings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBJ6ylW40I/AAAAAAAABEU/Oq0q4Dh0jwg/s1600-h/feb+09+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350357631675851586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBJ6ylW40I/AAAAAAAABEU/Oq0q4Dh0jwg/s320/feb+09+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . that there is a special bond between brothers that comes with the territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . that sleeping with treasures (i.e. Hotwheel cars, a birthday card, a paper airplane) can be a rewarding experience but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . sleeping with a puppy who pees in your bed is not a good thing when you get in trouble for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBL-zW7xXI/AAAAAAAABEs/O0805E7VT74/s1600-h/March09Kids+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350359899626521970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBL-zW7xXI/AAAAAAAABEs/O0805E7VT74/s320/March09Kids+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBL-vLHlWI/AAAAAAAABEk/NTB8sEIGtBc/s1600-h/March09Kids+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350359898503222626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBL-vLHlWI/AAAAAAAABEk/NTB8sEIGtBc/s320/March09Kids+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . and that feeling on top of the world can come from something as simple as the joy you feel with the wind in your hair as your ride your airplane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBHDSeo6XI/AAAAAAAABEE/nd1iqys9myA/s1600-h/MylesBDay09+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350354479141677426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBHDSeo6XI/AAAAAAAABEE/nd1iqys9myA/s320/MylesBDay09+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBHDGY8KPI/AAAAAAAABD8/kXCvr10qupE/s1600-h/MylesBDay09+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350354475896547570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBHDGY8KPI/AAAAAAAABD8/kXCvr10qupE/s320/MylesBDay09+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you little Myles. I am so so glad that you came to our family. I am so glad that you gave us the opportunity to love you . . . and that you give us such love back! Happy Birthday little one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-3636162991954119731?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/3636162991954119731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=3636162991954119731' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3636162991954119731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3636162991954119731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/06/myles-turns-5.html' title='Myles Turns 5!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SkBKMGJnw9I/AAAAAAAABEc/aR4LZDwsIOA/s72-c/IMGA0113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-664262571265873333</id><published>2009-06-01T09:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:38:12.565-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><title type='text'>It's the little things . . .</title><content type='html'>A couple of days ago, Myles (4) was watching quietly as I gave Owen some antibiotics.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myles: I think that I need some of that medicine mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No, I think that you just have allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myles:  Oh.  Do allergies make me go poop in my pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-664262571265873333?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/664262571265873333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=664262571265873333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/664262571265873333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/664262571265873333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-little-things.html' title='It&apos;s the little things . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-6829899466065188323</id><published>2009-05-23T11:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:10:55.399-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Getting back to good . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Shg5Bj7a2fI/AAAAAAAABDg/ou6dYaET-lI/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339080057234840050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Shg5Bj7a2fI/AAAAAAAABDg/ou6dYaET-lI/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life at home has been slowly falling back into our normal routine after this past crazy month. I don't think that I mentioned it but my parents also came to town to visit us. It was really nice to have them spend the time with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were here, I discovered that I was pregnant! Then, a week or two later, I miscarried. This was my first miscarriage and it was sad. I wasn't very far along so I don't think that the loss hit me as hard as it could have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the moment that I found out I was pregnant, I knew that something didn't feel right. I mean, I am usually puking my brains out as soon as the stick shows positive. I think that because of this "feeling", I was okay when I miscarried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And truly, I am okay. And yes, we are still going to try for number 4. And yes, it had better be a girl! LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, I put on some weight. The feelings that come with this are driving me crazy. I know that I am the one in control of myself and that I can choose to change my situation. However, I have come to some important realizations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I really really think that our society is so jacked up when it comes to the female figure. For obvious reasons, one can see that there are so many expectations and standards out there that it really does alienate those who do not naturally fit into this mold. (Enter screw you remarks to people who only think skinny women are attractive and in control . . . and who look at overweight people with pity . . . shame on you.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reading Kirsti Alley's People magazine interview and she was discussing her shame at gaining back the weight that she had lost. In her words, I could sense the same self-loathing that sometimes creeps into the minds of many women in this situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me sad because, though she may be a larger woman, she is still just as beautiful. She stated that she didn't feel attractive or appealing and I thought, "I am sure there are plenty of men out there that will take you as you are!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that beauty and self worth come from so much more then the size of our jeans . . . or our ass for that matter! (Excuse my french!) I am just sooooo grateful for a husband who finds me sexy no matter what I look like. He loves me, just as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I want to be healthy and comfortable in my body. This healthiness also requires a positive self image. If we cannot see ourselves as beautiful, that we will never believe that it is in us. And trust me, it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with that, I am now going to try to focus more on things that are truly beautiful in this world. My children, a beautiful sunrise, the true love of my husband, and the feeling of being a family. There is just so much beauty everywhere to behold. So, lift your head up and and enjoy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;. . . end of rant . . . off to enjoy my little boys. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Shg5Bx-YtKI/AAAAAAAABDo/oVULrzzwK9U/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339080061005378722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Shg5Bx-YtKI/AAAAAAAABDo/oVULrzzwK9U/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-6829899466065188323?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/6829899466065188323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=6829899466065188323' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6829899466065188323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6829899466065188323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-back-to-good.html' title='Getting back to good . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Shg5Bj7a2fI/AAAAAAAABDg/ou6dYaET-lI/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-2871143933102388980</id><published>2009-05-16T23:26:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:35:33.917-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creating'/><title type='text'>Over and done with . . . for six more months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;It has been almost two weeks since the bazaar and I feel like I am finally catching up with my life! It was such a great event. I feel honored to have been able to have been a participant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The first night, I overheard a man talking to another crafter. He said, "So, this is like the who's who of artists in Utah county." *Smile* I know that there are a ton of other artist out there but I was pleased to be included in that statement, for that moment. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wanted to do a little photo recap for the sake of posterity. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hnLyIM0I/AAAAAAAABCw/WGFE7vnw6Oc/s1600-h/bazaar+pics+017+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336661778007339842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hnLyIM0I/AAAAAAAABCw/WGFE7vnw6Oc/s320/bazaar+pics+017+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gettin' my bags ready to go . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The opening night was a bit was frantic, as you can imagine. Jeremy and I were pretty prepared. Unfortunately, Jeremy wasn't feeling good at all. She managed to push through and with the help of her parents, we were able to get our booth assembled. (After spending about an hour on the doors alone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting up was like a whirlwind of crafty goods all over the place . I had to really concentrate on focusing my attention towards our booth and not drooling over the stuff being displayed around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we noticed that other vendors were looking around and even checking out some of our goods, Jeremy and I realized that we had come down to the wire. No worries though, we were ready right as the clock struck 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hGxOjMzI/AAAAAAAABCQ/PXuc1MW4B1c/s1600-h/bazaar3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336661221122978610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hGxOjMzI/AAAAAAAABCQ/PXuc1MW4B1c/s320/bazaar3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hGVG6b2I/AAAAAAAABCA/9W-E4kLjNaw/s1600-h/bazaar1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336661213574754146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hGVG6b2I/AAAAAAAABCA/9W-E4kLjNaw/s320/bazaar1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hnbWXi8I/AAAAAAAABC4/nL3cioRUWWk/s1600-h/bazaar+pics+021+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336661782185872322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hnbWXi8I/AAAAAAAABC4/nL3cioRUWWk/s320/bazaar+pics+021+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hnNd2jJI/AAAAAAAABCo/zMHi6zyFRRw/s1600-h/bazaar7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336661778459167890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hnNd2jJI/AAAAAAAABCo/zMHi6zyFRRw/s320/bazaar7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-h3KOejiI/AAAAAAAABDY/fYB7V1JBR9s/s1600-h/group3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336662052467281442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-h3KOejiI/AAAAAAAABDY/fYB7V1JBR9s/s320/group3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was pretty worn out but there was music pumpin' and adrenaline from the forming crowds! I did a quick walk through the booths to make sure that I didn't miss out on getting first dibs on something that I had to have!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hHGpmL7I/AAAAAAAABCY/nSnvBsF14QQ/s1600-h/bazaar4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336661226873565106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hHGpmL7I/AAAAAAAABCY/nSnvBsF14QQ/s320/bazaar4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;**Cool D.J. guys with an electronic turn table. I made one put his had on it so that it could look like he was spinning some tunes!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The greatest thing ever was seeing several of our friends show up to support us! It was so nice to see the familiar faces and share in the excitement with them. It really meant a lot to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hnQ6z2XI/AAAAAAAABDA/_Cej5nuSd1A/s1600-h/bazaar+pics+037+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336661779385932146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hnQ6z2XI/AAAAAAAABDA/_Cej5nuSd1A/s320/bazaar+pics+037+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Mandy, Kathy, and Tracy. You will notice that Mandy is holding my precious Stephenie Higgenbotham cupcake. Mine. All mine. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-h2_Z9CaI/AAAAAAAABDQ/LtbcuoG72y0/s1600-h/bazaar+pics+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336662049562626466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-h2_Z9CaI/AAAAAAAABDQ/LtbcuoG72y0/s320/bazaar+pics+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Julie and Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hnjIYHLI/AAAAAAAABDI/ydRCM9WQUo8/s1600-h/bazaar+pics+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336661784274672818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hnjIYHLI/AAAAAAAABDI/ydRCM9WQUo8/s320/bazaar+pics+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Teryl and Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hHOJGI5I/AAAAAAAABCg/KnOiKP5bars/s1600-h/bazaar5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336661228884730770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hHOJGI5I/AAAAAAAABCg/KnOiKP5bars/s320/bazaar5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole event was so much fun. I know that it was a success because of the support of friends and family! Thank you so much for all of you who could make it! Oh, and if you couldn't make it, don't worry, we have bunch of stuff in our &lt;a href="http://www.rubymarket.etsy.com/"&gt;shop&lt;/a&gt; too! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-2871143933102388980?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/2871143933102388980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=2871143933102388980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2871143933102388980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2871143933102388980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/05/over-and-done-with-for-six-more-months.html' title='Over and done with . . . for six more months'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sg-hnLyIM0I/AAAAAAAABCw/WGFE7vnw6Oc/s72-c/bazaar+pics+017+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-8975065214820452508</id><published>2009-04-30T09:30:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:41:07.617-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creating'/><title type='text'>It's Today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SfnF9FhhxiI/AAAAAAAABB4/LNpWWMtNC1E/s1600-h/beehive_bazaar_spring_09_postcard_web.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope we see you &lt;a href="http://www.thebeehivebazaar.com/"&gt;there&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/11613792-8975065214820452508?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/8975065214820452508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=8975065214820452508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8975065214820452508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8975065214820452508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-today.html' title='It&apos;s Today!!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-9006428442809909806</id><published>2009-04-25T15:28:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:56:42.538-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creating'/><title type='text'>Owen is asleep . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SfODQoo6UAI/AAAAAAAABBQ/GhvnjHpAyH8/s1600-h/flora+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328747105919586306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SfODQoo6UAI/AAAAAAAABBQ/GhvnjHpAyH8/s320/flora+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . . and Sterling has taken Asher and Myles to the museum. Ahh. The peaceful quiet of a rainy Saturday afternoon. I really should be sewing away, seeing as how I only have a few more days until the &lt;a href="http://www.thebeehivebazaar.com/"&gt;bazaar&lt;/a&gt;. I just couldn't help my urge to have a little photo shoot with some of my creations. (Last time, I didn't take many pictures so I was sad when my owls all left me . . . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a sneak peak of some of the goodies that you will see if you come to the bazaar next weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SfODQW347sI/AAAAAAAABBI/uc6KhrS-3Xg/s1600-h/purse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328747101150572226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SfODQW347sI/AAAAAAAABBI/uc6KhrS-3Xg/s320/purse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SfODQFWghvI/AAAAAAAABBA/tEt7kNTXx8o/s1600-h/pillows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328747096447158002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SfODQFWghvI/AAAAAAAABBA/tEt7kNTXx8o/s320/pillows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SfOCzgKwYII/AAAAAAAABAo/thCx6Pbha8k/s1600-h/April+09+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328746605429416066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SfOCzgKwYII/AAAAAAAABAo/thCx6Pbha8k/s320/April+09+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SfOCzSIalzI/AAAAAAAABAg/YvlfirzGaE8/s1600-h/April+09+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328746601661503282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SfOCzSIalzI/AAAAAAAABAg/YvlfirzGaE8/s320/April+09+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SfOCzA8-4SI/AAAAAAAABAY/m5WXPNuQFTg/s1600-h/April+09+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328746597050147106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SfOCzA8-4SI/AAAAAAAABAY/m5WXPNuQFTg/s320/April+09+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, some of the projects are unfinished. I guess that I had better get back to sewing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sure hope that you can make it. If you can't, don't fret! Jeremy and I will soon be making items similar to these available in our &lt;a href="http://www.rubymarket.etsy.com/"&gt;shop&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how you are going to get some of &lt;a href="http://thebeehivebazaar.com/?p=191"&gt;Stephenie Higginbotham's&lt;/a&gt; yummy cupcakes or see &lt;a href="http://thebeehivebazaar.com/?p=1169"&gt;Colett Yarro's&lt;/a&gt; beautiful artwork in person . . . humm, you better just come!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-9006428442809909806?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/9006428442809909806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=9006428442809909806' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/9006428442809909806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/9006428442809909806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/04/owen-is-asleep.html' title='Owen is asleep . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SfODQoo6UAI/AAAAAAAABBQ/GhvnjHpAyH8/s72-c/flora+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-8396475441279855317</id><published>2009-04-20T09:52:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:57:18.384-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Sterling is home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SeynnvZcsQI/AAAAAAAABAI/JCkKADceMIc/s1600-h/april+09+048+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326816760452395266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SeynnvZcsQI/AAAAAAAABAI/JCkKADceMIc/s400/april+09+048+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SeybCALMgoI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/l31NpUkXbCQ/s1600-h/april+09+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326802917981454978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SeybCALMgoI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/l31NpUkXbCQ/s320/april+09+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray! I seriously admire single mothers soooo much. I don't know how they do it. But then again, they are probably raising sweet children - not my little hellions. Yep, if I haven't admitted it before I will say it now for the world to hear - I am raising 3 maniac children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are entertaining most of the time. Like yesterday for example. I went downstairs to check on Owen, who was watching t.v. He casually turned to me from the sofa and said "Hi Mommy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he had found a bag of left over Good n' Plenties (which no one in our family likes) and was sucking the hard candy shell off. The sticky licorice parts were scattered all around him. But this in not what bothered me. It was the blue piece of candy that was sticking out of his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked Owen about it, he got a guilty look on his face and quickly tried to push it up higher so that I wouldn't see it. Nice. Don't worry. I got it out. Yuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my little monkeys. I just keep chanting to myself "this will pass . . . this is just a moment in time!" I guess that I don't want these years to go by too quickly. Though, I might need some Valium to make it through! :) &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/11613792-8396475441279855317?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/8396475441279855317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=8396475441279855317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8396475441279855317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8396475441279855317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/04/sterling-is-home.html' title='Sterling is home!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SeynnvZcsQI/AAAAAAAABAI/JCkKADceMIc/s72-c/april+09+048+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-5088265498634456199</id><published>2009-04-15T18:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:17:35.665-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sterling is out of town . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SeZ3cATV-NI/AAAAAAAAA_I/gcq7ZdPwddw/s1600-h/Machine-Gun-Sally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325074932413364434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SeZ3cATV-NI/AAAAAAAAA_I/gcq7ZdPwddw/s320/Machine-Gun-Sally.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . for one week. It is also spring break for my children. Please view the above picture of my alter ego. That is how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far -&lt;br /&gt;- two of the boys have had pink eye, again&lt;br /&gt;- Owen bit through his tongue&lt;br /&gt;- Prudence, the puppy, has had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; all over the house (not to mention the patch of carpet behind our sofa that I just discovered as her downstairs eliminating station!)&lt;br /&gt;- A tube of toothpaste has been consumed, by Owen&lt;br /&gt;- It is snowing outside (it is April folks!!! What is up with that?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-5088265498634456199?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/5088265498634456199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=5088265498634456199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/5088265498634456199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/5088265498634456199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/04/sterling-is-out-of-town.html' title='Sterling is out of town . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SeZ3cATV-NI/AAAAAAAAA_I/gcq7ZdPwddw/s72-c/Machine-Gun-Sally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-3235857631876424991</id><published>2009-04-08T21:00:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:30:44.820-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>If I show you this . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . . you better not hold it against me. It was a raging night and I don't even drink!! Nope. No alcohol for me, just some music and I pretty much start acting like a maniac. This picture is actually from about a month ago. Some of our friends invited us over for an 80's Rock Band party. They told us to dress up . . . they had no idea what that invitation would mean for me and Sterling!! Oh the hours we spent shopping for the perfect outfit. Please, don't make too much fun of me!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sd1mw-OvEkI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/5iX10blQeNM/s1600-h/Mar09JaironBD+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322523326146351682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sd1mw-OvEkI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/5iX10blQeNM/s320/Mar09JaironBD+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aside from that little shindig a few weeks back, things have proved to be rather crazy at home. Sterling has been slaving away to put together my office/crafting space. (Which is actually coming together quite nicely.) I am pretty much left with just the counter tops to install. I will be posting pictures soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sd1nqaeY77I/AAAAAAAAA-g/SPMWikmHXs4/s1600-h/feb+09+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322524312980746162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sd1nqaeY77I/AAAAAAAAA-g/SPMWikmHXs4/s320/feb+09+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been sewing away . . . getting ready for the bazaar. Jeremy and I always panic when it comes down to the wire - worrying that we won't have enough inventory!! Pshaw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Myles and I were messing around, taking some pictures the other day. He loves to see himself on camera!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sd1pLXessjI/AAAAAAAAA-4/HN9laLuLwag/s1600-h/Mar09Misc+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322525978624045618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sd1pLXessjI/AAAAAAAAA-4/HN9laLuLwag/s320/Mar09Misc+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sd1pLAncBtI/AAAAAAAAA-w/h2UFJdKicnY/s1600-h/Mar09Misc+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322525972486686418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sd1pLAncBtI/AAAAAAAAA-w/h2UFJdKicnY/s320/Mar09Misc+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, do not usually like what I see in my pictures (as previously mentioned the "deer in headlights" look)! Anywho, Sterling and I have had this debate for a while now. I KNOW that my nose is crooked. Sterling says it is not. I am not a particularly vain person (umm, especially when it comes to losing weight!!) but I really think that a nose job is in order. It seems as I am getting older, my nose is veering more to the right. I don't like it . . . not one bit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sd1pKzM7tBI/AAAAAAAAA-o/RLzfH_6jwW0/s1600-h/Mar09Misc+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322525968885855250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sd1pKzM7tBI/AAAAAAAAA-o/RLzfH_6jwW0/s320/Mar09Misc+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. . . don't you see it? I think that my nose is looking a bit wide too . . . humm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-3235857631876424991?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/3235857631876424991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=3235857631876424991' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3235857631876424991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3235857631876424991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-i-show-you-this.html' title='If I show you this . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/Sd1mw-OvEkI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/5iX10blQeNM/s72-c/Mar09JaironBD+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-3528762251435901133</id><published>2009-03-20T13:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:43:49.799-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><title type='text'>Myles is my best friend . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . such a sweet thing for my little Owen to say today.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-3528762251435901133?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/3528762251435901133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=3528762251435901133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3528762251435901133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3528762251435901133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/03/myles-is-my-best-friend.html' title='Myles is my best friend . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-404668799915100239</id><published>2009-03-06T21:48:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:40:42.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Happy Homemaker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so I have been terrible at blogging lately. I have an excuse though -several exciting things have been taking place here since we returned from Disneyland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been doing some remodeling - making our house a bit more accommodating for the family, since we now realize that we will be staying here for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the newest additions to our house in my &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; craft room . . . a.k.a. "Sterling's Office". LOL! Sterling is actually gracious enough to give me some prime space in our last unused room in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been making a ton of trips to &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com"&gt;IKEA&lt;/a&gt; - slowly putting the room together. I will be posting some pictures when everything is set up but for now, I am excited about the one piece of furniture that I do have - the &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/94631707"&gt;Varde&lt;/a&gt; counter storage unit. Ahhh, it makes me sooo happy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbH_T_r3e4I/AAAAAAAAA9I/MTZIy_H5tfo/s1600-h/23033_PE107807_S4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310306154624547714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbH_T_r3e4I/AAAAAAAAA9I/MTZIy_H5tfo/s320/23033_PE107807_S4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am trying to hustle and get my space set up so that I can get to creatin'! Jeremy and I (&lt;a href="http://www.rubymarket.etsy.com/"&gt;Ruby Market&lt;/a&gt;) have been selected to be in the Beehive Bazaar again! We are so excited. So we are working like crazy for the next 8 weeks until the &lt;a href="http://www.thebeehivebazaar.com/"&gt;big event&lt;/a&gt;! We are also really working hard to get our etsy shop off the ground. We have slowly been adding items to Ruby Market but so far we have been selling most of our wares locally. We will make Ruby Market official soon . . . until then you can check it out &lt;a href="http://www.rubymarket.etsy.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I have joined the ranks of many Mormon housewives!! LOL! No really. I now have my own wheat grinder AND my very own Bosch mixer. Isn't it beautiful?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbH_TnMC3xI/AAAAAAAAA9A/2EOE2vSuFac/s1600-h/boschuniversal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310306148048625426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbH_TnMC3xI/AAAAAAAAA9A/2EOE2vSuFac/s320/boschuniversal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am now making wheat bread for my family weekly. In all seriousness, whether you are Mormon or not, the benefits of making your own bread are awesome! I really do love it . . . and it does bring a sense of satisfaction to pull those warm loaves out of the oven . . . ummm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, in a couple of months, I will be in my new craft room, putting the finishing touches on my bazaar crafts, weighing several more pounds from eating all of my new fresh bread . . . humm, I should watch out for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-404668799915100239?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/404668799915100239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=404668799915100239' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/404668799915100239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/404668799915100239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-homemaker.html' title='Happy Homemaker!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbH_T_r3e4I/AAAAAAAAA9I/MTZIy_H5tfo/s72-c/23033_PE107807_S4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-7312139908002514316</id><published>2009-02-13T12:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:38:28.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Say "Hi" to my Sis-in Law!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SZXMLbnooFI/AAAAAAAAA8w/of3nbF0KZVA/s1600-h/Christmas_2008_010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302368633063252050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SZXMLbnooFI/AAAAAAAAA8w/of3nbF0KZVA/s320/Christmas_2008_010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister in law, Megan, who is married to my brother, Adam, just started her own little blog! I am so excited because they live way out in Florida. Her kids are the only cousins for my boys on my side of the family. Now I can see them all the time. Her blog is called &lt;a href="http://littledarlings-meg.blogspot.com/"&gt;Little Darlings&lt;/a&gt;. You should check out her cuties! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-7312139908002514316?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/7312139908002514316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=7312139908002514316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/7312139908002514316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/7312139908002514316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/02/say-hi-to-my-sis-in-law.html' title='Say &quot;Hi&quot; to my Sis-in Law!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SZXMLbnooFI/AAAAAAAAA8w/of3nbF0KZVA/s72-c/Christmas_2008_010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-197135865797352644</id><published>2009-02-04T17:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:15:30.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Home again . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back from Disneyland.  It was wonderful.  So nice and relaxing . . . and I even got my 10,000 steps a day in!  Who would have thunk it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a TON of pictures . . . at least 300 - don't worry, I am not going to post them all.  He he!  I haven't downloaded them yet so it will have to wait (sorry mom).  I wish I could just live in Disneyland.  It is real you know! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-197135865797352644?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/197135865797352644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=197135865797352644' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/197135865797352644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/197135865797352644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/02/home-again.html' title='Home again . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-2880859550601132379</id><published>2009-01-24T22:42:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:55:33.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Off to Disneyland . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;. . . though the odds have been really stacked against us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me just tell you, we just got our car out of the shop (for a spilled milk situation - literally). It had been in the shop for almost two weeks! When we picked it up, the man who replaced our carpets told us that we were leaking radiator fluid or something like that! Knowing that we were going to be leaving on Sunday, Sterling and I decided that we would hurry and get the car into the shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, as the sun came up, trying to filter through the nasty polluted clouds of the inversion that we are experiencing, we could hear the sound of Myles coughing like a seal - croup. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ugghh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sterling then takes Myles to the doctor (sweet husband) so I can get some work done at home. About an hour later, I receive a call from Sterling telling me that while he was in the doctor's office, someone managed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rear end&lt;/span&gt; our car in the parking lot. Nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the police were there, taking care of the situation. The driver does have insurance too - so we hear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, on this Saturday night, I prepare for bed hoping that there will be no new surprises come morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all when we get back!! I am sure that we will have some fun stories to tell. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-2880859550601132379?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/2880859550601132379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=2880859550601132379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2880859550601132379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2880859550601132379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/01/off-to-disneyland.html' title='Off to Disneyland . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-363609671322553484</id><published>2009-01-20T15:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:42:25.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NieNie is back . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . just in case you didn't know it.  :)  She has only written a &lt;a href="http://www.nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;couple&lt;/a&gt; of entries so far but wow, they are so humbling.  She is such a strong woman.  I am so proud of her!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-363609671322553484?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/363609671322553484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=363609671322553484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/363609671322553484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/363609671322553484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/01/nienie-is-back.html' title='NieNie is back . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-1160999841569152162</id><published>2009-01-01T19:13:00.038-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:36:35.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Our Christmas Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;**To be read to the tune of &lt;em&gt;The Twelve Days of Christmas&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWJvWT-uiBI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/sLsIKOlCPHs/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287911341597558802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWJvWT-uiBI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/sLsIKOlCPHs/s320/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few weeks before Christmas we decorated our trees,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And had about ten minutes of peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWK-cqI36nI/AAAAAAAAA8o/G4l-celh-DM/s1600-h/dec08+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287998312043506290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWK-cqI36nI/AAAAAAAAA8o/G4l-celh-DM/s320/dec08+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SV17WaUKAXI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/l9bLp4Wvmrg/s1600-h/dec08+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286517162554032498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SV17WaUKAXI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/l9bLp4Wvmrg/s320/dec08+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then several days later, we had our first snowfall&lt;br /&gt;Myles and Owen got dressed-boots and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SV18Wk2XeII/AAAAAAAAA4Y/qUVC8Cbc0v8/s1600-h/dec08+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286518264893503618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SV18Wk2XeII/AAAAAAAAA4Y/qUVC8Cbc0v8/s320/dec08+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty-five neighbor gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWJzwyPbK5I/AAAAAAAAA7o/T3mi76KHzFU/s1600-h/pic2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287916194443766674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWJzwyPbK5I/AAAAAAAAA7o/T3mi76KHzFU/s400/pic2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One trip to Temple Square (with friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SV1--167rjI/AAAAAAAAA4o/BdqCzAiYBes/s1600-h/dec08+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286521155694079538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SV1--167rjI/AAAAAAAAA4o/BdqCzAiYBes/s320/dec08+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big school performance&lt;br /&gt;And Christmas Eve was finally here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SV2BIGU-XVI/AAAAAAAAA5I/bNAPC5tjM4E/s1600-h/dec08+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286523513740352850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SV2BIGU-XVI/AAAAAAAAA5I/bNAPC5tjM4E/s320/dec08+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's the night before Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;The boys finally get the chance&lt;br /&gt;To wear Mommy's handmade jammy pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWJ2YOdBZUI/AAAAAAAAA74/WeRMVOIVngs/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287919071055144258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWJ2YOdBZUI/AAAAAAAAA74/WeRMVOIVngs/s320/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWJ2ESYm18I/AAAAAAAAA7w/J7XgS9FdlMA/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are toys to assemble&lt;br /&gt;And stack under the tree&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget Prudence, our new puppy!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SV2CbEYteRI/AAAAAAAAA5g/C7TTbPMY2rk/s1600-h/dec08+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWJ5d4h9TXI/AAAAAAAAA8A/RBVCY_jSQuI/s1600-h/pic4+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWJlZNaFpWI/AAAAAAAAA5w/gN413nGYT88/s1600-h/dec08+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287900396256601442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWJlZNaFpWI/AAAAAAAAA5w/gN413nGYT88/s320/dec08+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a quarter past five there's a stir in the dark&lt;br /&gt;The boys are ripping there stockings apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287922466784365938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWJ5d4h9TXI/AAAAAAAAA8A/RBVCY_jSQuI/s320/pic4+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two tiny airplanes&lt;br /&gt;A set of Bakugan rollers&lt;br /&gt;Several Hotwheels cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWJlbR4hZEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/zCdM-7xUXTE/s1600-h/dec08+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But this last gift from Santa will melt there hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWJ8xROwf6I/AAAAAAAAA8I/Zp4n404MF4Y/s1600-h/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287926098367119266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWJ8xROwf6I/AAAAAAAAA8I/Zp4n404MF4Y/s400/pic5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we bring in the puppy and it's love at first sight&lt;br /&gt;The boys are so enamored they forget to fight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWK54Tpv7jI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/g8JMlCeUN_w/s1600-h/pic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287993289485577778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWK54Tpv7jI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/g8JMlCeUN_w/s320/pic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we open all the presents&lt;br /&gt;We have a great time&lt;br /&gt;The party doesn't stop&lt;br /&gt;Until well past the hour of nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWK82zJEQyI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/DWuAzE89CDM/s1600-h/pic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287996562113577762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWK82zJEQyI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/DWuAzE89CDM/s320/pic7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you Grandmas and Grandpas,&lt;br /&gt;Aunts and Uncles for the gifts&lt;br /&gt;The boys will play with all of them in shifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWK9cNh7rpI/AAAAAAAAA8g/oWkln-hVMaw/s1600-h/dec08+197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287997204852354706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWK9cNh7rpI/AAAAAAAAA8g/oWkln-hVMaw/s320/dec08+197.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sterling and I get the boys situated&lt;br /&gt;And clean up all the paper wrap&lt;br /&gt;And FINALLY stop to take a nice long nap!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/11613792-1160999841569152162?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/1160999841569152162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=1160999841569152162' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1160999841569152162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1160999841569152162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-christmas-days.html' title='Our Christmas Days'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SWJvWT-uiBI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/sLsIKOlCPHs/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-4145662328624518794</id><published>2008-12-13T22:34:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:12:18.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creating'/><title type='text'>Lead poisoning and other recent adventures . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This post is way overdue as the &lt;a href="http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html"&gt;bazaar&lt;/a&gt; was a week ago. It has taken me a whole week to recover and catch up with the Christmas season. (Though my tree is &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; not decorated!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say that Ruby Market's premier debut was a success! After sleepless nights and hours ( upon hours and hours) of preparation, Jeremy and I were able to reign in all of our creative efforts and make for a wonderful show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSdDUbOlBI/AAAAAAAAApw/U1j6TMhEsjE/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279517343533143058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSdDUbOlBI/AAAAAAAAApw/U1j6TMhEsjE/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeremy's husband, Blake, was AWESOME to help us by assembling our booth, 4 old and worn doors and 1 not so worn door (though it still looked great)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and I spent some time scrubbing the doors down to make sure that all of the peeling and highly toxic lead paint was removed. Though we laughed about it at the time, I couldn't help but worry that a fleck might splinter into my hand, hitting a vein or something. (Yeah, I do worry a bit!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSdDYG2_MI/AAAAAAAAAp4/6GIWzxK5FG8/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279517344521452738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSdDYG2_MI/AAAAAAAAAp4/6GIWzxK5FG8/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We messed around with the booth for a little bit trying to figure out how we were going to display our goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSeuH3eOKI/AAAAAAAAAqA/2SSs7atKop0/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279519178407950498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSeuH3eOKI/AAAAAAAAAqA/2SSs7atKop0/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Willard" even graciously volunteered to sit up on this perch so that we could have a visual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSeuXSA2cI/AAAAAAAAAqI/nrZYbO9QM0g/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279519182545803714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSeuXSA2cI/AAAAAAAAAqI/nrZYbO9QM0g/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also decided at the last minute that it would be so cool to have some wire hangers spray painted to give them an &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/index.jsp"&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/a&gt; sort of look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the paint chips weren't enough, I spent the rest on the evening gassing myself and my family out of the house with some spray paint fumes from the basement. It was sooo worth it though. They turned out looking great!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSg_27GOuI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/CFydLAqgVBs/s1600-h/11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279521682120653538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSg_27GOuI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/CFydLAqgVBs/s320/11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By the time that Jeremy and I made it to the venue location, we were delirious and thinking that we were a couple of comedians! Something kept us laughing in the car for about 15 minutes before we decided to go in and use the bathroom so as not to pee our pants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jeremy gave me the "talk" about not saying any of the usual odd and unsuspecting things that come out of my mouth in occasions like this, i.e. "Jeremy is soooo nervous!!" or "Hi, we're Ruby Market and we are sooo excited because this is our very first time ever!! Yipeee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her advice - although later, I did make the fatal error of complimenting one of the bazaar organizers on her artwork. I compared her work to another local artist whose work I just adore. Apparently, this was the wrong thing to say as she "could not &lt;em&gt;stand&lt;/em&gt;" that artist. Woops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSi7BESLVI/AAAAAAAAAqg/CWXs2ZteRHU/s1600-h/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279523797967449426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSi7BESLVI/AAAAAAAAAqg/CWXs2ZteRHU/s320/10.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the little aprons that Jeremy made . . . which will be for sale in our etsy store soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSi7GWyA-I/AAAAAAAAAqY/pvDyCCs9yXw/s1600-h/12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279523799387210722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSi7GWyA-I/AAAAAAAAAqY/pvDyCCs9yXw/s320/12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Phyllis and Gertrude waiting eagerly for some admirers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSkC3JG2EI/AAAAAAAAAqo/OlkFtZXB0Vg/s1600-h/14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279525032253904962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSkC3JG2EI/AAAAAAAAAqo/OlkFtZXB0Vg/s320/14.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the end, we were really please with how everything turned out. We were also blown away by the talent here in our little happy valley!! There are some amazing artists, creators, and crafters out there! It was so neat to see some of the new creative ideas that they came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my favorites were - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The "fresh" ideas from &lt;a href="http://freshlypicked.blogspot.com/2008/11/beehive-bazaar-goodies.html"&gt;Freshly Picked&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.vinyliciousdesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vinylicious&lt;/a&gt; designs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Great artwork from &lt;a href="http://falldowntree.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fall Down Tree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Awesome purses, bags, skirts, and aprons from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5058602"&gt;Noelle O Designs&lt;/a&gt;. These suckers were flying off of the racks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also some d.e.l.i.c.i.o.u.s. treats there. I met one girl, Anne, who makes the best and most unusual combinations of jam. She had Apple Lavender, Orange Rosemary, Blueberry Ginger, etc. Ummmm, they were all sooo good that I might be addicted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another tasty treat was &lt;a href="http://thebeehivebazaar.com/?p=191"&gt;Stephanie Higginbotham's&lt;/a&gt; gourmet cupcakes. I thought that I had died and gone to heaven when I had my first bite. I found out later that I can get one of her cupcakes anytime I'd like at &lt;a href="http://www.mydearlizzie.com/"&gt;Dear Lizzie's&lt;/a&gt;! Thank goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a wonderful opportunity and a great experience. Jeremy and I loved it and loved meeting everyone. We are already gettin' to work on our inventory so that ( should they choose us . . . ) we can be ready for the spring show. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;A HUGE "thank you" to my awesome husband for supporting me in this adventure.  I love you Sterling!! &lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-4145662328624518794?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/4145662328624518794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=4145662328624518794' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4145662328624518794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4145662328624518794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/12/lead-poisoning-and-other-recent.html' title='Lead poisoning and other recent adventures . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SUSdDUbOlBI/AAAAAAAAApw/U1j6TMhEsjE/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-8843059232780760649</id><published>2008-11-25T10:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:35:05.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><title type='text'>Getting Ready!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SSw0-LVwOsI/AAAAAAAAApQ/fzpQHYDgXLI/s1600-h/November+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272647506544573122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SSw0-LVwOsI/AAAAAAAAApQ/fzpQHYDgXLI/s400/November+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . . . and sew it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and I are busy busy busy getting ready for the &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SQ9sa1BY8UI/AAAAAAAAAog/YaDAIWpaQ_A/s1600-h/the%2520beehive%2520bazaar.jpg"&gt;bazaar&lt;/a&gt; . . . less then two weeks people!! :) We are excited to display our goods. Hopefully other people will think that they are as cute as we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little family is getting ready to take off for Thanksgiving holiday with the Jacobsons, down in St. George. Hopefully it will be a little bit warmer there. I, of course, am not going without a handful of items to embroider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SSw0-EW0ibI/AAAAAAAAApY/51YlnmChWz8/s1600-h/November+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272647504670001586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SSw0-EW0ibI/AAAAAAAAApY/51YlnmChWz8/s400/November+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to put a long overdue "thank you" on my blog for my friend &lt;a href="http://brisblah-g.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bri&lt;/a&gt;. She gave me the most wonderfullllll gift a month ago. Something that fills my hearts desire with just the mention of its name. DOTS! Yummy. She was even nice enough to include a box for breakfast, lunch, &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; dinner. Now isn't that thoughtful?! Thank you Bri!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SSw1On4EhcI/AAAAAAAAApo/iHkTvdcGYeM/s1600-h/November+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272647789082609090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SSw1On4EhcI/AAAAAAAAApo/iHkTvdcGYeM/s400/November+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SSw0-e9U-SI/AAAAAAAAApg/nxitrb9TyZw/s1600-h/November+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Turkey Day!!&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/11613792-8843059232780760649?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/8843059232780760649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=8843059232780760649' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8843059232780760649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8843059232780760649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-keep-sewing-just-keep-sewing.html' title='Getting Ready!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SSw0-LVwOsI/AAAAAAAAApQ/fzpQHYDgXLI/s72-c/November+057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-2729898981964991825</id><published>2008-11-22T11:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:06:37.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange obsessions'/><title type='text'>**Sigh**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SShJtwG3U1I/AAAAAAAAApI/B2eb5Om8ilE/s1600-h/tc04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271544414193800018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SShJtwG3U1I/AAAAAAAAApI/B2eb5Om8ilE/s400/tc04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you Rob . . . er, I mean Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-2729898981964991825?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/2729898981964991825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=2729898981964991825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2729898981964991825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2729898981964991825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh.html' title='**Sigh**'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SShJtwG3U1I/AAAAAAAAApI/B2eb5Om8ilE/s72-c/tc04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-717442829115246949</id><published>2008-11-05T20:40:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:24:27.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Whether I voted for McCain or Obama . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;**My thoughts after the election . . . just getting around to publishing it now!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SRJn7kMIR5I/AAAAAAAAAow/RwjzjIhKVV8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265385187374024594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SRJn7kMIR5I/AAAAAAAAAow/RwjzjIhKVV8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . . I am still very proud to witness this fine day in American history. I must admit that I became a little emotional last night as I realized not only how monumental this occasion is, but also what it implies for the future of our society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have officially elected our first black president. I feel so proud to be part of this country . . . to see progress in the attempts to create a more equal society - even if it is only just the beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What we have already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow." - Obama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Martin Luther King Jr. set the process in motion years ago and today we saw his words come to pass. I found a quote from Jay-Z that says, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther King could walk. Martin Luther King walked so Obama could run. Obama's running so we all can fly"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one more step towards a more united people and country as far as prejudice and discrimination goes. This is something that I am proud of. This is a special day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"(This is our chance) to reclaim the American Dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth -- that out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope, and where we are met with cynicism, and doubt, and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people." - Obama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-717442829115246949?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/717442829115246949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=717442829115246949' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/717442829115246949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/717442829115246949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/11/whether-i-voted-for-mccain-or-obama.html' title='Whether I voted for McCain or Obama . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SRJn7kMIR5I/AAAAAAAAAow/RwjzjIhKVV8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-8039541492962302068</id><published>2008-11-04T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:56:05.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropical Tree Frog Costume GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my gosh!!! HYPERVENTILATING!! I have admired this site for awhile now and wished that I could have a little girl to dress up the way this mama does hers. Of course, she is amazingly talented and gifted so that helps! She is generous too as she gives away (for free!!) most of her creations. YES! She is crazy!! :) Well, this time she is giving away this incredible costume that my boys would LOVVVVE. You can check it out &lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/11/tropical-tree-frog-costume-giveaway.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; . . . and sign up to win it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/11/tropical-tree-frog-costume-giveaway.html"&gt;Tropical Tree Frog Costume GIVEAWAY!!!!&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/11613792-8039541492962302068?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/8039541492962302068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=8039541492962302068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8039541492962302068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8039541492962302068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/11/tropical-tree-frog-costume-giveaway.html' title='Tropical Tree Frog Costume GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-4389913792807760208</id><published>2008-10-31T11:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:26:22.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creating'/><title type='text'>Watch out world . . . here we come . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SQ9sa1BY8UI/AAAAAAAAAog/YaDAIWpaQ_A/s1600-h/the%2520beehive%2520bazaar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264545697584705858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SQ9sa1BY8UI/AAAAAAAAAog/YaDAIWpaQ_A/s320/the%2520beehive%2520bazaar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SQtBHW5ReKI/AAAAAAAAAoY/FNWjgFhV0aE/s1600-h/Beehive+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so maybe we aren't taking the world by storm, but Jeremy and I have to put our little Etsy store on hold until December. Why?! Well, we recently submitted our ideas to a local bazaar and we were accepted as vendors! Hip hip hooorayy! I think that we are going to have our hands full stockpiling for this event. If you want to check out the event you can go to &lt;a href="http://thebeehivebazaar.com/"&gt;The Beehive Bazaar&lt;/a&gt; for information. Also, if you want to see our nifty little entry spiel, you can go &lt;a href="http://thebeehivebazaar.com/?p=298"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; . . . umm, we didn't realize that it would be published for the world to read . . . :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-4389913792807760208?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/4389913792807760208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=4389913792807760208' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4389913792807760208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4389913792807760208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Watch out world . . . here we come . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SQ9sa1BY8UI/AAAAAAAAAog/YaDAIWpaQ_A/s72-c/the%2520beehive%2520bazaar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-2396022633615071124</id><published>2008-10-26T22:35:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:43:12.736-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>One year older and wiser too . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes folks, that's right! I just turned *druuuuummmmmroooollllll* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;34!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*shock* *gasp* *ahhh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Actually, I have fully accepted the fact that I am officially in my 30's. I think that I am okay for a couple of years until I start getting closer to 40. Man, seriously, I feel like I am still 25. I didn't see it coming!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had a wonderful birthday. Lots of spoiling by Sterling who whisked me away for the weekend to enjoy sleep, shopping, eating, and sleeping. So nice to sleep in . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sterling was so patient and helpful as he followed me from shop to shop, behaving as my shopping companion. I know that this is hard for any man to do and so I really really appreciated it. I was so happy that I could have the present that I wanted most of all . . . time alone with him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261689941285264066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SQVHH7yN2sI/AAAAAAAAAno/gdaMHAKHeKU/s320/backers.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, no Zoe birthday would be complete without a trip to &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/mrs-backers-pastry-shop-salt-lake-city"&gt;Mrs. Backer's Pastry Shop&lt;/a&gt;. This is seriously &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;the.best.bakery.ever&lt;/span&gt;!!! Each creation from this store is a work of art! I had my first mouthwatering bite of a Mrs. Backer's cake about 5 years ago. Sheer ecstasy people. I LOVED it. Since then, it has been our tradition to get one every year on my birthday. Buttercream birthday cake is one of my most favorite treats! I am telling you guys, you have not lived until you have had a Mrs. Backer's treat. It's as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SQVJooGQ5xI/AAAAAAAAAnw/kSU45YQploU/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261692701959579410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SQVJooGQ5xI/AAAAAAAAAnw/kSU45YQploU/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among some of the gifts that I received were this &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mother-Me-Real-World-Reflections-Motherhood/dp/1606410148"&gt;wonderful book&lt;/a&gt; from my dear friend Mandy. I think that any woman and mother will appreciate this book. I have been deeply touched by the stories that I have read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SQVKufvQzrI/AAAAAAAAAn4/dQgrftO22WA/s1600-h/51TE5LcYGHL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261693902306463410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SQVKufvQzrI/AAAAAAAAAn4/dQgrftO22WA/s320/51TE5LcYGHL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to thank my mother for the 50 dollars of cold hard cash that is meant for nothing other than fabric from &lt;a href="http://www.fabric.com"&gt;fabric.com&lt;/a&gt;!! I am already carefully scanning the site for my most perfect selections . . . ummm, my Precious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I will say though, this year, I was given one of the most resourceful gifts ever. It was from my friend Amber. In her card she wrote:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;These Slippers are -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*Soft and hygienic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*Non-slip grip strips on sole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*Built in deodorant feature keeps feet smelling fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*No more bending over to mop up spills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*Disposable and Biodegradable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*Environmentally safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;*Three convenient sizes, Regular, Light Day, and Get out the Sandbags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SQVNJQJGnyI/AAAAAAAAAoA/C_3Tg-jAAck/s1600-h/october+08+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261696560999604002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SQVNJQJGnyI/AAAAAAAAAoA/C_3Tg-jAAck/s320/october+08+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ingenious. That's all I can say!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you to everyone who thought of me on my birthday. It was great to receive your emails and phone calls and birthday wishes! I love you guys!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-2396022633615071124?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/2396022633615071124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=2396022633615071124' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2396022633615071124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2396022633615071124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-year-older-and-wiser-too.html' title='One year older and wiser too . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SQVHH7yN2sI/AAAAAAAAAno/gdaMHAKHeKU/s72-c/backers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-7641985854187870132</id><published>2008-10-25T19:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:01:57.144-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SQPN5VRaigI/AAAAAAAAAng/HQXgzCPZJo4/s1600-h/myspace-tag.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261275174545295874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SQPN5VRaigI/AAAAAAAAAng/HQXgzCPZJo4/s320/myspace-tag.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://kathy-organizedchaos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kathy&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Humm&lt;/span&gt;, I am usually bad with these things so I thought that it was time I pick up the slack a little. So here goes -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Things I Love About My Husband:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)He wrestles with our boys - something that I fear too much for my life to do.&lt;br /&gt;2.)He works from home, and therefore is usually willing to help me out during the day.&lt;br /&gt;3.)He likes to read a lot of the same books that I read, so that we can discuss them later.&lt;br /&gt;4.)He gives me wings so that I can fly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Movies That I Could Watch Over and Over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*Honestly, I really hate watching movies over and over but . . . there are a few that I really love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)Napoleon Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;2.)Somewhere in Time (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Richarddddd&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3.)Nacho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Libre&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Naaachooo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;4.) . . . &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh, wait, I just realized that now that Mamma Mia is a movie, I could watch that over and over again . . . and sing the whole time!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really just hate watching movies twice, unless I haven't seen it in a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 TV Shows That I Watch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) The Office - duh!! :)&lt;br /&gt;2.) Kath and Kim (really like it)&lt;br /&gt;3.) Worst Week (another new show that just cracks me up . . . Sterling can handle it though, gives him too much anxiety)&lt;br /&gt;4.)The Mentalist (also new)&lt;br /&gt;*Didn't put Lost because it hasn't started yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Places That I Have Been: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) On top of a mountain on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;secluded&lt;/span&gt; from society, watching the fireworks reflect off the other mountains&lt;br /&gt;2.) Swimming in the Pacific Ocean under the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;3.) At the peak of labor without an epidural (OUCH!)&lt;br /&gt;4.) Riding a bike across the Mexican border&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Places That I Would Love to Go:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;2.) Greece&lt;br /&gt;3.) New York&lt;br /&gt;4.) Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Things That I Look Forward To In The Next Year:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Having my last baby (not pregnant yet . . .)&lt;br /&gt;2.) Enrolling Myles in kindergarten (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YIPPEEE&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;3.) Seeing the "Twilight" movie ( life changing event, I know!)&lt;br /&gt;4.) Growing another year older with my husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 People I Tag:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Humm&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;1.) Audrey&lt;br /&gt;2.) Erica&lt;br /&gt;3.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Leilani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Heidi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-7641985854187870132?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/7641985854187870132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=7641985854187870132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/7641985854187870132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/7641985854187870132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SQPN5VRaigI/AAAAAAAAAng/HQXgzCPZJo4/s72-c/myspace-tag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-3721876732297963570</id><published>2008-10-20T11:21:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:35:52.205-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sterling'/><title type='text'>Undoubtably</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today as I was talking with Sterling, I noticed several grey hairs mingled in his fine brown hair. I (of course, being the person that I am!) went over to pluck a few out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I started running my fingers through his hair, I noticed that there were actually quite a few grey hairs! I laughed and said to him, "I think that our boys are turning you grey"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which Sterling replied, "Undoubtably! I would gladly trade my youth to raise them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I need to go and take a closer look at my hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-3721876732297963570?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/3721876732297963570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=3721876732297963570' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3721876732297963570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3721876732297963570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/10/undoubtably.html' title='Undoubtably'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-8870565998284151821</id><published>2008-10-15T10:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:04:00.773-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange obsessions'/><title type='text'>Another Twilight Trailer . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . and it shows them kissing!!  :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=44287812"&gt;Check it out here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a life . . . I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-8870565998284151821?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/8870565998284151821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=8870565998284151821' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8870565998284151821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8870565998284151821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-twilight-trailer.html' title='Another Twilight Trailer . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-1047485222062275171</id><published>2008-10-11T13:33:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:46:46.995-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruby Market'/><title type='text'>It's COMING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are on our way!! That is right, after much deliberation (well, okay it didn't take much) my friend Jeremy and I have decided to open an &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; store together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Da DA daaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been working our little sewing machines and needles to get all of the creative ideas out of our heads and into an art form so that we can share it with you! Jeremy and I decided that it would be easier for us to run a store together, so that we can always have a fresh supply of items to sell. Our store name is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ruby Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Keep your eyes peeled for our grand opening . . . and maybe some give-aways! :) Until then, here is a little sneak peek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SPEBFyNEHHI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uPjx42DbNpo/s1600-h/ruby+market.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255983439005621362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SPEBFyNEHHI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uPjx42DbNpo/s320/ruby+market.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/11613792-1047485222062275171?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/1047485222062275171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=1047485222062275171' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1047485222062275171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1047485222062275171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s COMING!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SPEBFyNEHHI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uPjx42DbNpo/s72-c/ruby+market.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-7359526825054770214</id><published>2008-10-06T09:22:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:05:44.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Oh No You Di'ent!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOOOOK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOouvqQykGI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Lvf92KL-Qz4/s1600-h/oct+08+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254063311614546018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOouvqQykGI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Lvf92KL-Qz4/s320/oct+08+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "What am I looking at?!" Oh, I'll tell you what you are looking at!! You are looking at the charred remains of my hair!!! My blow dryer rebelled against me yesterday and burnt (to a crisp) the hair on the top of my head. See illustration below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOoukjqOWTI/AAAAAAAAAm4/fTV1zllyKnc/s1600-h/oct+08+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOouktsDMiI/AAAAAAAAAnA/45p73oYwCKA/s1600-h/oct+08+035+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254063123555627554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOouktsDMiI/AAAAAAAAAnA/45p73oYwCKA/s320/oct+08+035+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have never, NEVER in my life had this happen to me. I yelled for Sterling to come up and help me . . . and the first thing he goes for is the scissors. No thanks! I mean, the hair basically molted out in large chunks. Later today I will be taking a hammer to said hairdryer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;*After looking at this post, my husband informed me that "the pictures do not do it justice". Yep, it is worse that it looks folks! . . . and I would &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; exaggerate!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-7359526825054770214?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/7359526825054770214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=7359526825054770214' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/7359526825054770214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/7359526825054770214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-no-you-dient.html' title='Oh No You Di&apos;ent!!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOouvqQykGI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Lvf92KL-Qz4/s72-c/oct+08+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-6822139095719986979</id><published>2008-10-01T09:41:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:55:40.240-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><title type='text'>Some of my happy moments . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOOa5JbhFeI/AAAAAAAAAmo/OSg33fwl1gU/s1600-h/sept+08+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252211897018684898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOOa5JbhFeI/AAAAAAAAAmo/OSg33fwl1gU/s320/sept+08+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Myles joining me for "quiet time". I told him that he could play with his Legos in my room if he was quiet (while I read a book). I dozed off and when I woke up, this is how I found him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOOalpQD5cI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T2zHficu7UA/s1600-h/sept+08+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252211561963185602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOOalpQD5cI/AAAAAAAAAmI/T2zHficu7UA/s320/sept+08+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owen volunteering to try to go "poo poo" in the potty. He is not quite ready yet but he is definitely interested . . . humm, maybe he will learn quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOOal6xkpcI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/m2gJkH0mY4Q/s1600-h/sept+08+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252211566667146690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOOal6xkpcI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/m2gJkH0mY4Q/s320/sept+08+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asher in the rare moment that he will hold someone's hand. Yippee! I was especially happy to see that it was Owen who always wants to hold Asher's hand. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOOal4Kt0TI/AAAAAAAAAmY/cNIy2snA_UY/s1600-h/sept+08+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252211565967298866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOOal4Kt0TI/AAAAAAAAAmY/cNIy2snA_UY/s320/sept+08+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Asher receiving his Wolf badge. *sniff* So proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-6822139095719986979?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/6822139095719986979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=6822139095719986979' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6822139095719986979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6822139095719986979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-of-my-happy-moments.html' title='Some of my happy moments . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOOa5JbhFeI/AAAAAAAAAmo/OSg33fwl1gU/s72-c/sept+08+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-2082271394061850327</id><published>2008-10-01T09:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:41:19.985-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange obsessions'/><title type='text'>Did you guys know about this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOOZru_F9KI/AAAAAAAAAmA/HUA4Z81XZtE/s1600-h/sept+08+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252210567070217378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOOZru_F9KI/AAAAAAAAAmA/HUA4Z81XZtE/s320/sept+08+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found it in the baking isle. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Genius&lt;/span&gt;!! I love it. Works like a charm too. No more messy flour for me, thank you very much! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-2082271394061850327?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/2082271394061850327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=2082271394061850327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2082271394061850327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2082271394061850327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/10/did-you-guys-know-about-this.html' title='Did you guys know about this?'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SOOZru_F9KI/AAAAAAAAAmA/HUA4Z81XZtE/s72-c/sept+08+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-4980005539178350127</id><published>2008-09-26T11:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:40:34.141-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>H.I.L.A.R.I.O.U.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that I have been posting a few &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; videos lately. Some of these are just so great that I want to share them with you!  Like this Twilight trailer spoof. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you have been eagerly waiting for the movie to come out in November and you have seen every &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Elviyo89RSc&amp;feature=related"&gt;movie clip&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdSkxEgJhzg&amp;feature=related"&gt;teaser&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBvOhfL4mYw"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt; . . . then you ain't seen nothin' yet! Check this out.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-4980005539178350127?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/4980005539178350127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=4980005539178350127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4980005539178350127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4980005539178350127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/09/hilarious.html' title='H.I.L.A.R.I.O.U.S.'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-2835188416248840132</id><published>2008-09-24T18:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:10:40.852-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange obsessions'/><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>I think that I am in love . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IjvWW6rr77c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IjvWW6rr77c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz "Beautiful Mess"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-2835188416248840132?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/2835188416248840132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=2835188416248840132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2835188416248840132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2835188416248840132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/09/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-7215250149798782309</id><published>2008-09-19T09:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:23:04.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful . . .</title><content type='html'>Just &lt;a href="http://blog.cjanerun.com/2008/09/i-could-never-do-it-justice.html"&gt;beautiful&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-7215250149798782309?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/7215250149798782309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=7215250149798782309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/7215250149798782309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/7215250149798782309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/09/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-2624515139499057025</id><published>2008-09-18T01:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:08:16.599-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;**Just to clarify, I am still doing research as to who I will vote for. Sterling has just finished Obama's book, "The Audacity of Hope" which I hope to read as well. (He is going to look into McCain next.) After discussion the book with him, it is our impression that Obama did not call the war a "mistake", he just thought the many mistakes were made in our country's strategy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Having said that, I just wanted to share this video because it is stories like this that truly make me proud to be an American. **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TG4fe9GlWS8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TG4fe9GlWS8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-2624515139499057025?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/2624515139499057025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=2624515139499057025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2624515139499057025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2624515139499057025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/09/sacrifice.html' title='Sacrifice'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-5578737816988010414</id><published>2008-09-16T23:50:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:49:12.071-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>For the LOVE of fabric!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Zoe Jacobson, and I am a fabriholic. I know that this may come as a shock to many but, I assure you, the signs have been there all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symptoms of this disorder may include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A)&lt;/strong&gt; Extreme giddiness at the arrival of a package of fabric. &lt;em&gt;(i.e. bursts of joy, jumping, and strange faces.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SNCi7uMztgI/AAAAAAAAAlM/eo-U3Rk_0jo/s1600-h/sept+08+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246872712784360962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SNCi7uMztgI/AAAAAAAAAlM/eo-U3Rk_0jo/s320/sept+08+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SNCi72WwY8I/AAAAAAAAAlU/0-exjQrSXEM/s1600-h/sept+08+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246872714973569986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SNCi72WwY8I/AAAAAAAAAlU/0-exjQrSXEM/s320/sept+08+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SNCi7yFn13I/AAAAAAAAAlc/BevmdH-JkFI/s1600-h/sept+08+009+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246872713827964786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SNCi7yFn13I/AAAAAAAAAlc/BevmdH-JkFI/s320/sept+08+009+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B)&lt;/strong&gt; Desire to roll around naked in fabric . . . but with clothes on will also do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SNCmUUK2gHI/AAAAAAAAAls/tG6sBa0OC-E/s1600-h/sept+08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246876433828446322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SNCmUUK2gHI/AAAAAAAAAls/tG6sBa0OC-E/s320/sept+08+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C)&lt;/strong&gt; Urge to fold fabric over and over again until it is "just so". Then, placing the fabric on a shelf, drawer, table, bag and henceforth referring to it as "M&lt;em&gt;y Precious&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SNCl8yEI5CI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Ax8L-plIb3o/s1600-h/sept+08+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246876029536494626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SNCl8yEI5CI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Ax8L-plIb3o/s320/sept+08+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not ashamed to admitting my weaknesses, while others may cower and desire not to show their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SNCniM-yQeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/fUNIKjjSZks/s1600-h/sept+08+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246877771928584674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SNCniM-yQeI/AAAAAAAAAl0/fUNIKjjSZks/s320/sept+08+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like I am always trying to tell those in my support group, &lt;em&gt;"Acceptance is the first step. Don't be afraid to embrace your obsession!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so, to lead by example-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My name is Zoe and I LOVE fabric!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-5578737816988010414?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/5578737816988010414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=5578737816988010414' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/5578737816988010414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/5578737816988010414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-love-of-fabric.html' title='For the LOVE of fabric!!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SNCi7uMztgI/AAAAAAAAAlM/eo-U3Rk_0jo/s72-c/sept+08+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-6987277780806921720</id><published>2008-09-14T22:20:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:22:52.536-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Wee Wonderfuls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . not to steal &lt;a href="http://www.weewonderfuls.com/"&gt;Hillary Lang's&lt;/a&gt; website name or anything! I just think that this phrase best applies to anything small and cute that has to do with these tiny little people that come into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently two of my friends gave birth to little girls. (Of course, girls girls everywhere except in the Jacobson household!) I LOVE creating for little girls so, I found these cute little projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my friend Jeremy (who shares many creating passions similar to my own . . . who really really needs to get a blog so that she can share her talents with the world) had the pattern for this jumper and gave me the idea for the onesie. (humm, and the onesie. I will pay you back Jeremy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, in my &lt;a href="http://www.amybutlerdesign.com/products/fabrics_top.php?fabric=lotus&amp;amp;flid=10"&gt;Amy Butler Lotus fabric&lt;/a&gt;, which I know that you have &lt;a href="http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-present-bag.html"&gt;seen before&lt;/a&gt; because I love it and happen to have a lot of it, I present, a jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SM3kxdp6jsI/AAAAAAAAAkc/__2f6sU1UfY/s1600-h/littlejumper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246100679381651138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SM3kxdp6jsI/AAAAAAAAAkc/__2f6sU1UfY/s320/littlejumper.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jeremy had this pattern. I usually steer clear of patterns because I find it so less confusing to just throw things together in my head. However, Jeremy convince me that I could do it (and also taught me that apparently, how you cut your fabric does matter . . . on the straight and what not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it was to be expected that mistakes would be made. Originally the ties in the front were suppose to be knots, as pictured. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SM3n0jzYdWI/AAAAAAAAAk0/0GcRt6ABVmM/s1600-h/august08+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246104031106463074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SM3n0jzYdWI/AAAAAAAAAk0/0GcRt6ABVmM/s320/august08+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But Zoe, being the anxious-to-get-it-done girl that she is, decided to do it all one night into the wee hours of the morning. As a result, the button holes are too big (and apparently going in the wrong direction).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Jeremy and I were able to come up with the cute solution of connecting the straps in front to make a bow. Awww, so cute! :)&lt;br /&gt;The other project I have lovingly named Little Bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SM3oVzPvcmI/AAAAAAAAAk8/15R-1mjm3ik/s1600-h/littlebird1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246104602187625058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SM3oVzPvcmI/AAAAAAAAAk8/15R-1mjm3ik/s320/littlebird1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was really simple and fun to make. Plus, I got to add those cute ruffles to the bottom that just make you want to squeeze those little baby tushes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SM3oWDgHpBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/4brlRVvuSmg/s1600-h/littlebird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246104606551286802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SM3oWDgHpBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/4brlRVvuSmg/s320/littlebird.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anywho, I just wanted to share these projects with any of you who might be looking for some wee wonderful ideas! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-6987277780806921720?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/6987277780806921720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=6987277780806921720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6987277780806921720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6987277780806921720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/09/wee-wonderfuls.html' title='Wee Wonderfuls'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SM3kxdp6jsI/AAAAAAAAAkc/__2f6sU1UfY/s72-c/littlejumper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-8903094809369787257</id><published>2008-09-11T20:29:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:28:20.934-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Visit to Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SMnYDdlZ_jI/AAAAAAAAAkU/wkCKelTV8D0/s1600-h/CT_Greetings_Florida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244960795042381362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SMnYDdlZ_jI/AAAAAAAAAkU/wkCKelTV8D0/s320/CT_Greetings_Florida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, Sterling and I had the opportunity to go visit my brother and his family in Jacksonville, Florida. Sterling was teaching for Motorola and I (we) felt that it would be a nice opportunity to get away . . . without our boys. We were so grateful to Adam and Megan for giving us a place to sleep, relax, and sleep. Did I mention that we slept a lot! It was sooo nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we weren't sleeping, we got to hang out with Adam, Megan, and their two cuties, Skylar and Ronan. I had a few plans for us girls. Unfortunately, we did not get to do the make-up shopping extravaganza that I had hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skylar and I did find some time to visit &lt;a href="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/"&gt;Pottery Barn Kids&lt;/a&gt; and have a tea party, vacuum the floor, and make sure that all of the dolls there were properly dressed. (Skylar also had a cat-nap on the floor model bed . . . under the canopy, of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skylar and I also went to &lt;a href="http://www.joann.com/joann/index.jsp"&gt;Joann's&lt;/a&gt; to pick out the necessary *bling* to dress up her cast. It was an honor for me to paint on her cast because, up until my arrival, she had not allowed anyone to mark on it. I felt pretty special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, painting the requested fairy and flowers . . . with flair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SMnU74klFFI/AAAAAAAAAkE/dQ7ZqhFcRVc/s1600-h/September_2008_026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244957366312834130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SMnU74klFFI/AAAAAAAAAkE/dQ7ZqhFcRVc/s320/September_2008_026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SMnUleGRTPI/AAAAAAAAAjc/xvzz5dqB4os/s1600-h/September_2008_028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244956981249264882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SMnUleGRTPI/AAAAAAAAAjc/xvzz5dqB4os/s320/September_2008_028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Skylar kept her focus on watching the Jetson's, when she wasn't giving me pointers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SMnUuA7UbcI/AAAAAAAAAj8/wOwqbheT2Oc/s1600-h/September_2008_037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244957128037526978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SMnUuA7UbcI/AAAAAAAAAj8/wOwqbheT2Oc/s320/September_2008_037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finished product!! Umm, yes, that is fairy dust, meant to bring magic to all of the flowers. And, those jewels are for maximum sparkle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SMnUl7_GgyI/AAAAAAAAAjs/p6Xdza5q2KA/s1600-h/September_2008_031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244956989272261410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SMnUl7_GgyI/AAAAAAAAAjs/p6Xdza5q2KA/s320/September_2008_031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Sterling and Ronan did a lot of bonding. In fact, it took me several days to finally admit and let go of the fact that Ronan preferred Sterling over me. He was so mellow and quiet, not saying much, but he really lit up when Sterling was around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SMnUl8qeu2I/AAAAAAAAAjk/rziQOaE60d4/s1600-h/September_2008_033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244956989454203746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SMnUl8qeu2I/AAAAAAAAAjk/rziQOaE60d4/s320/September_2008_033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I managed to grab Ronan long enough for this goodbye picture, much to his chagrin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sterling and I really had a great time. We wish that we could have stayed longer but then, what kind of parents would we be . . . abandoning our children . . . and the poor babysitter, &lt;a href="http://milkmaidgypsy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cari Ann&lt;/a&gt;, who foolishly agreed to watch them. :) &lt;em&gt;I love you Cari Ann!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a blast. Hopefully it won't take us another year to get back out to Florida again. Thank you Adam and Megan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Oh, and, by the way, thanks to Megan, I was able to visit, for the first time ever, in person, an actual real life &lt;a href="http://www.ballarddesigns.com/"&gt;Ballard Designs&lt;/a&gt; store. *sigh* Megan has the privilege of working there . . . so lucky! She was very kind in helping me not to hyperventilate when I walked in the doors. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-8903094809369787257?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/8903094809369787257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=8903094809369787257' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8903094809369787257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8903094809369787257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/09/visit-to-florida.html' title='Visit to Florida'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SMnYDdlZ_jI/AAAAAAAAAkU/wkCKelTV8D0/s72-c/CT_Greetings_Florida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-7162823099168917769</id><published>2008-09-05T16:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:12:06.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie and Christian Nielson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nierecovery.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SMG8pxi2krI/AAAAAAAAAjU/FEnUGXjN_KE/s320/Nie-Recovery-Button.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242678867096146610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if you all have seen these little buttons around, but I started noticing them on several blogs. I had no idea who "NieNie" was but I figured that, with all of this love, I should check into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting her blog, the &lt;a href="http://www.nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/"&gt;NieNie Dailogues&lt;/a&gt;, I was sad to learn that this vibrant young mother and her husband were both seriously injured in a recent plane crash. They have both suffered very serious burns and are facing a long and difficult recovery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that touched me about this woman was her complete love for life, her husband, her children, and her ability to comminicate these joys through her writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also so impressed by the support of her family and friends. In fact, her sister, of &lt;a href="http://blog.cjanerun.com/"&gt;c Jane&lt;/a&gt; has been taking care of Stephanie's children here in Utah. She also posts some very touching stories about the family's experiences, both past and present, and updates on Stephanie and her husband's progress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to encourage you guys to check out her blog and see what an amazing person she is. I enjoyed reading through a lot of her old posts and learning about her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to share this story with you all, in case you didn't know. It is amazing what the human spirit can endure and overcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-7162823099168917769?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/7162823099168917769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=7162823099168917769' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/7162823099168917769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/7162823099168917769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/09/stephanie-and-christian-nielson.html' title='Stephanie and Christian Nielson'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SMG8pxi2krI/AAAAAAAAAjU/FEnUGXjN_KE/s72-c/Nie-Recovery-Button.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-1755912700090661737</id><published>2008-08-31T01:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:34:31.020-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creating'/><title type='text'>And finally . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . . after &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; a year of having Fresh Preserves "under construction", I have succeeded in focusing long enough to change my blog around. :) I think that I am pretty set on this skin but, who knows, it might change a little here and there over the next week or so. I need to learn some more on how to work the whole HTML thing! Sheesh! All you other bloggers make it look so easy . . . LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the meantime, I did manage to create one background pattern that I later decided against. So, I am putting it here for anyone who wants to give it a go. It would also make a great pattern for digi scrapping.  Okay, so I know that it isn't much but it is the thought that counts, right!? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SLpIzrNFJVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/tc6xhs_PO8s/s1600-h/pink+pattern2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240581169007109458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SLpIzrNFJVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/tc6xhs_PO8s/s400/pink+pattern2.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/11613792-1755912700090661737?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/1755912700090661737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=1755912700090661737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1755912700090661737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1755912700090661737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-finally.html' title='And finally . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SLpIzrNFJVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/tc6xhs_PO8s/s72-c/pink+pattern2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-1703132750755166612</id><published>2008-08-24T22:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:02:00.423-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Pretty Dang Funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, seriously, this will make you laugh! I went to visit my old friend &lt;a href="http://curiousvillager.wordpress.com/"&gt;Tee&lt;/a&gt; on her blog today and she had these cuuuute pictures of her and Carlos, from the 80's and 60's. Yearbook photos to be exact. She went to this website called &lt;a href="http://yearbookyourself.com/"&gt;Yearbook Yourself&lt;/a&gt; where you can upload your picture and go back through the ages to view some of your "would have been" old yearbook pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of mine were too hideous to share - and sadly, some were dead on, like most of the 80's and 90's pictures (when I probably single handedly kept the Aqua Net hairspray company in business!) Sterling was a pretty happenin' guy too. Even the pictures where he was, oh say, 50 lbs. heavier. I've decided to share a few good ones with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238308279681696098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SLI1oGpqQWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/299YnQU3_fQ/s320/myYearbookPhoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Class of 1966&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SLI1oBK5GvI/AAAAAAAAAYU/145dcX-iS5I/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238308278210468594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SLI1oBK5GvI/AAAAAAAAAYU/145dcX-iS5I/s320/myYearbookPhoto2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Class of 1950&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238312849954892194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SLI5yIPs6aI/AAAAAAAAAYc/2wE7HUBpfoM/s320/myYearbookPhoto3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometime in the 80's or early 90's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SLI5yIWv4oI/AAAAAAAAAYk/FJ60Gb7Mzvw/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238312849984447106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SLI5yIWv4oI/AAAAAAAAAYk/FJ60Gb7Mzvw/s320/myYearbookPhoto4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who cares what year?! What a hotty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-1703132750755166612?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/1703132750755166612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=1703132750755166612' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1703132750755166612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1703132750755166612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/08/pretty-dang-funny.html' title='Pretty Dang Funny!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SLI1oGpqQWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/299YnQU3_fQ/s72-c/myYearbookPhoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-584829298494693382</id><published>2008-08-18T21:55:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:52:24.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Weekend in St. George</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past weekend we went down to St. George to visit Sterling's parents. They have built a beautiful retirement home down there that is just so peaceful (until we show up with our three boys, that is). So, this was our last "hoorah" before the start of school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SK4r2FMlaMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/gTcLC7q3zTw/s1600-h/SWIMMING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237171624786356418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SK4r2FMlaMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/gTcLC7q3zTw/s320/SWIMMING.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys had a great time playing in the pool. It was nice to see Asher's "skills" as he is becoming a better swimmer, still no &lt;a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/athletes/athlete=2/bio/"&gt;Michael Phelps&lt;/a&gt; but we are working on it!! LOL! Owen and Myles enjoyed staying in the shallow end of the pool, organizing each and every floating device that grandma and grandpa owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sterling also relaxed by providing a water show for the boys. Above you will notice his interpretation of some type of unknown fierce water creature. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SK4sdiKL3hI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_3cRbxrhRsI/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237172302575820306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SK4sdiKL3hI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_3cRbxrhRsI/s320/DSC00382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sterling was also able to finish reading the wonderful, amazing, rewarding, and suspenseful finale of the Twilight series, &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/breakingdawn.html"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, not just for teenage girls and adult women! *sigh* (I LOVED IT!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SK4tluB1vSI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lD8c_A0KHN4/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237173542712622370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SK4tluB1vSI/AAAAAAAAAXs/lD8c_A0KHN4/s320/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also celebrated Grandma's birthday. Asher helped Grandpa make the cake and all of the boys were more that eager to help them eat the cake. Owen, apparently not satisfied with his own portion, decided to work on Asher's. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SK4tl-OFQNI/AAAAAAAAAX0/FTlMqucOQr8/s1600-h/OWEN+CAKE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237173547058938066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SK4tl-OFQNI/AAAAAAAAAX0/FTlMqucOQr8/s320/OWEN+CAKE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We even made it over to &lt;a href="http://www.utah.com/stateparks/gunlock.htm"&gt;Gunlock Reservoir&lt;/a&gt; for a nice boat ride. After a while, I was brave enough to get on the inner tube. (I did not grow up around water so therefore strapping a plastic device to my feet AND battling the element of water at the same time is not too appealing . . . this was a big step!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sterling broke me in gently, only taking me over a few wakes. We then convinced Asher that he could do it. After a few minutes he wanted to go faster and I was scared that I was going to have to bail on my dare devil son. I survived. ( . . . and enjoyed myself as you can see from the giddy "hehehe" look on my face!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SK4wu4zQlOI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tZpbHkyWrmU/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237176998757962978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SK4wu4zQlOI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tZpbHkyWrmU/s320/DSC00411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SK4wvJzDq-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/2zX_q4PQuLM/s1600-h/DSC00414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237177003320519650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SK4wvJzDq-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/2zX_q4PQuLM/s320/DSC00414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In between all of the festivities, I managed to get some painting done on a few wood pieces that Russ had carved. Unfortunately, Owen also thought that he would create some artwork. I almost had a heart attack!! Kay and Russ handled it really well though. They insisted on taking a picture of the artist with his art work to immortalize the event. Russ joked about putting a frame around it too, rather then painting over it. Ah yes, I am glad that we all could laugh about it . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SK4ppcocFkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Vx_kTlJy7hs/s1600-h/OWEN+ART.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237169208715646530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SK4ppcocFkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Vx_kTlJy7hs/s320/OWEN+ART.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My masterpiece pictures are yet to come. In usual Zoe fashion, I wasn't able to finish my work soooo, you know what that means!? We are just going to have to go back down for another visit! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-584829298494693382?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/584829298494693382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=584829298494693382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/584829298494693382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/584829298494693382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-in-st-george.html' title='Weekend in St. George'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SK4r2FMlaMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/gTcLC7q3zTw/s72-c/SWIMMING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-1320180535614073577</id><published>2008-08-06T16:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:57:50.540-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><title type='text'>Conversation of the day . . .</title><content type='html'>Myles: "Mommy, why do you have a baby in your tummy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "I don't have a baby in my tummy, not yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myles: "YES YOU DO MOMMY!!  You have a baby in your tummy!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' like having your child inform you about some unpleasant weight gain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-1320180535614073577?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/1320180535614073577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=1320180535614073577' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1320180535614073577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1320180535614073577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/08/conversation-of-day.html' title='Conversation of the day . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-2409924667689027082</id><published>2008-07-25T14:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:41:38.929-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>FURIOUS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so it is no secret that I daydream of dancing like my body was meant to perform - rather then like a drunk person having a seizure! Since this is not EVER going to be a possibility, I get my fix watching shows like &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/dance/"&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/dyn/dance_crew/series.jhtml"&gt;America's Best Dance Crew&lt;/a&gt;. I will even admit that Sterling and I just watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1023481/"&gt;Step Up 2: The Streets&lt;/a&gt;. *sigh* Oh why was I not born to dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SIpAP5Pc4wI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Bgv76wfgGuk/s1600-h/williamwingfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227060959324726018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SIpAP5Pc4wI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Bgv76wfgGuk/s320/williamwingfield.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywho, last night. Last night one of the biggest tragedies in evening television occurred. Will went home. I am in mourning. This is an injustice! He was seriously one of the most beautiful and talented dancers that I have ever had the privilege of watching. It was a shame. For those of you who know what I am talking about, I think that you would agree that Mark needed to go. I just don't understand what went wrong. Oh Will, I will look for you on the stage someday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the meantime, you can check out some of Will's amazing performances &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XdJKxh8nUQ"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4X5irrRHrBc"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oN8m9QxACGw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And a side note - I am glad that I still have Katee and Twitch to watch! This is one of my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ibGAaVhNkM"&gt;favorite routines&lt;/a&gt; of ALL TIME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-2409924667689027082?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/2409924667689027082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=2409924667689027082' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2409924667689027082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2409924667689027082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/07/furious.html' title='FURIOUS!!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SIpAP5Pc4wI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Bgv76wfgGuk/s72-c/williamwingfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-2140106980808648254</id><published>2008-07-19T21:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:52:32.083-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Update . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SIK14Rq8xUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/lowxCAs9UAc/s1600-h/house_for_sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224938496124044610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SIK14Rq8xUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/lowxCAs9UAc/s320/house_for_sale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So - still trying to &lt;a href="http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-guys.html"&gt;sell our house&lt;/a&gt;. Still pluggin' away with anxiety everyday. The house must be clean at ALL times! Keep the yard looking nice! Answer every phone call!! Remain tense at all times! That has pretty much been the story. I have never experienced such a roller coaster of emotions in such a short time. I have moments of joy and excitement when someone calls, and the moments of despair when they don't show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we have had several people that are genuinely interested, I have decided to detach myself from the situation and try to focus on other things. (By the way- I have been reading the Dean Koontz &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Odd-Thomas-Dean-Koontz/dp/0553584499"&gt;Odd Thomas&lt;/a&gt; series - soooo great!! I really like his writing style . . . it helps to pass the time until the &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/breakingdawn.html"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/a&gt; release. Yipee!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. If I am really going to commit myself to detaching from this "house for sale" situation, I probably should be blogging about something else . . . something more interesting. Next time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I realize that this also means getting back to reality, emailing/calling those of you (Erica) who I have neglected to call. Sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-2140106980808648254?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/2140106980808648254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=2140106980808648254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2140106980808648254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2140106980808648254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SIK14Rq8xUI/AAAAAAAAAVg/lowxCAs9UAc/s72-c/house_for_sale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-4096335939724440437</id><published>2008-07-03T21:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:06:23.206-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Okay guys . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;***Disclaimer: I apologize to those of you who I should have called and told this news to over the phone . . . sorry ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . . so here is the deal. We are moving - to Texas! Yep. If everything goes as planned (oh please oh please) we should be in our new home this Christmas. Now, before you think that this was a rash decision, we have been looking for a house for about three months (well, four now). We wanted to live in our current neighborhood or the next one over, because I was sooo not ready to leave my girlfriends.  Unfortunately, nothing ever felt completely right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We go on family vacation to Texas. On the way to the airport, I say to Sterling "There is NO WAY that we are going to buy a house in Texas!" (Maybe it was a premonition . . . ) Of course he just laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second day there, my mother takes us for a drive "Oh, you just have to see this cute neighborhood . . . hehehe!" We like the cute neighborhood. We go into the model home. LOVE at first sight!! "Oh no, but we are NOT going to move to Texas!" Sterling says, "Yeah, I am ready for it. I can run my business from Texas." I cry because, part of me knows that this is right. I want to live close to my family. But, I am going to have to leave my life in Utah. I have never lived anywhere.in.my.life as long as I have lived in Utah . . . let alone in this current home of mine. sniff. But, change is good-and, don't get me wrong, I LOVE Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, here we are back at home, trying to sell our house. YIKES! It has only been on the market for 1 1/2 weeks and I am already running around in circles like a mad woman yelling "It's not going to sell, it's not going to sell!" Sterling tranquilizes me . . . "It's going to be okay dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there you have it. We are building a home in Texas and we have six months to sell this house. I DO believe in miracles - and, whether we sell our house now or later, I know that things will work out. Closing on our new home is also contingent on the sale of our current home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have the blogging world to keep me connect to all of my cyber girlfriends!! And for those of you who don't have a blog . . . yet lurk in the shadows reading mine . . . get a blog!! Now! So I can keep up with you and your life. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywho, more to come . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, P.S. If you would like to purchase my house (lol!) you can check it out &lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/index.php?nid=218&amp;amp;ad=3596436&amp;amp;cat="&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; - or just pass it on to anyone who might like to buy my house!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-4096335939724440437?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/4096335939724440437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=4096335939724440437' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4096335939724440437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4096335939724440437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-guys.html' title='Okay guys . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-3885997501042758701</id><published>2008-05-28T00:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:40:10.206-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Taking a break . . .</title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't know about you guys, but this time of year my life always seems to be out.of.control!  I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; busy with things (looking for a new house, reading the Host, meeting Stephenie Meyer, getting teacher gifts together, getting ready for vacation to Texas . . . ) that I just think that I am going to make it official and take a little break from blogging.  Don't fret!  I will be back shortly.  If I can just survive this next week, I think that I will be in a much better place to resume my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;past time&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!  So, goodbye for now . . . :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-3885997501042758701?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/3885997501042758701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=3885997501042758701' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3885997501042758701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3885997501042758701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/05/taking-break.html' title='Taking a break . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-9101258741186021463</id><published>2008-05-02T12:37:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:07:18.526-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Chair Makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I did this project a while back and I wanted to share it with my blogging buddies. I inherited this chair from my mother-in-law a few years ago and it has sat, quietly waiting in the corner of our playroom, for a makeover!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I found this picture in the &lt;a href="http://www.crateandbarrel.com/"&gt;Crate and Barrel&lt;/a&gt; catalogue. I loved this chair, but not the price! Humm, you can tell where this led me . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5MqRJCmuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/GSJnWPH1E9M/s1600-h/crateandbarrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196675309071669986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5MqRJCmuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/GSJnWPH1E9M/s320/crateandbarrel.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;a href="http://www.homefabricsonline.com/"&gt;Home Fabrics&lt;/a&gt; (a fabulous CHEAP fabric store) and bought this fabric for . . . . $3.50 a yard!!! Can you believe it!? I think that the batting cost more than the fabric but overall, the whole project cost me under $50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I started off with the ottoman, which I thought would be easier and better to experiment with. It turned out to my liking! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5HjxJCmrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/9KfUBTdMkGA/s1600-h/Oct07+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196669699844381362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5HjxJCmrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/9KfUBTdMkGA/s320/Oct07+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I decided that I could take some pictures, as it didn't look like a total disaster! LOL! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Next, I traced out a rough outline of the chair body onto my fabric and cut it out. I pinned it, right side out, to the chair so that I could make any adjustments, make sure that the fabric was straight, and trim off any excess fabric. It was important for me, with the print of this fabric, to make sure that the lines were all lined up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fabric was adjusted, I unpinned it and cut the stuffing out to match the pieces. I then re-pinned the fabric, with the stuffing, to the chair, wrong side out, like so -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SBtj9RJCmmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6kgVPjnWq4s/s1600-h/Oct07+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195856499326491234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SBtj9RJCmmI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6kgVPjnWq4s/s320/Oct07+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sewed these piece together and trimmed off the excess fabric. I basically followed the same steps for the whole chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5FJRJCmnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/SaaOjgDM7PI/s1600-h/Oct07+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196667045554592370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5FJRJCmnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/SaaOjgDM7PI/s320/Oct07+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5FLhJCmoI/AAAAAAAAAUo/135BOcOcbck/s1600-h/Oct07+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196667084209298050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5FLhJCmoI/AAAAAAAAAUo/135BOcOcbck/s320/Oct07+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see that I traced the curve of the arm so that I would get it right when I sewed it. Nothin' too professional!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the bottom, I decided to sew the outer flaps on first. I basically took the rectangular measurements and then sewed them separately, with an iron on interfacing to give them some stiffness. Then I added them to the main body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5GYRJCmpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/4EWRUum2MlU/s1600-h/Oct07+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196668402764257938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5GYRJCmpI/AAAAAAAAAUw/4EWRUum2MlU/s320/Oct07+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I regret is that I did not make these pieces wide enough. In the end it didn't really matter but, I wish that I had had the patience to undo them and make them wider so that they would be closer together at the edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5GYxJCmqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/kCsYR4hWjGg/s1600-h/Oct07+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196668411354192546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5GYxJCmqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/kCsYR4hWjGg/s320/Oct07+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last step for the main body was to put together the inner panels on the base of the chair. I didn't hem these pieces because I decided that I was going to staple them to the bottom of the chair. When all four sides were sewn on, I turned the fabric right side out, put it on the chair, and closed up the edge of the slipcover by hand. Then came the stapling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For the cushion, I made a simple pillowcase-like slip cover. Don't you love my professional terms here! :) LOL! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5JfxJCmsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/300_xOEFVsk/s1600-h/chair+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196671830148160194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5JfxJCmsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/300_xOEFVsk/s320/chair+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I am proud of the final product! It doesn't quite look like the Crate and Barrel chair but it was a heck of a lot cheaper! That works for me. My kids love the chair too, theY have already turned it into a fort, a slide, and a trampoline. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5JghJCmtI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_BrlgYB7ZvI/s1600-h/chair+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196671843033062098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5JghJCmtI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_BrlgYB7ZvI/s320/chair+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-9101258741186021463?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/9101258741186021463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=9101258741186021463' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/9101258741186021463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/9101258741186021463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/05/chair-makeover.html' title='Chair Makeover'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SB5MqRJCmuI/AAAAAAAAAVY/GSJnWPH1E9M/s72-c/crateandbarrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-8133299945058618582</id><published>2008-05-02T12:25:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:04:47.030-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freebies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutorial'/><title type='text'>Friendly Tote Tutorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SBteARJCmjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/vh9fJZObPyw/s1600-h/sewing+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195849953796332082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SBteARJCmjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/vh9fJZObPyw/s320/sewing+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say friendly because, hopefully, this tote is not too hard to make. I have been making these totes for a while now. A few of my girlfriends wanted to learn how to make them so I compiled this lovely tutorial. :) We got together and had a sewing party/a.k.a. Girls Night Out. I think that there was more eating and sex talk then sewing but it was a great excuse to get together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I have put the tutorial here for any who would like to try. Please let me know how it works out for you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freshpreserves.com/totetut.mht"&gt;Friendly Tote Tutorial&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/11613792-8133299945058618582?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/8133299945058618582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=8133299945058618582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8133299945058618582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8133299945058618582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/05/friendly-tote-tutorial.html' title='Friendly Tote Tutorial'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SBteARJCmjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/vh9fJZObPyw/s72-c/sewing+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-2494272596144098542</id><published>2008-04-29T10:48:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:59:28.121-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>No Deal . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so one of the latest crazy things that I have done is to audition, with my sister, for the tv game show,&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Deal_or_No_Deal/"&gt;Deal or No Deal&lt;/a&gt;. My, what an adventure that was. Anna called me on a Monday to tell me that they were coming to town, that I HAD to audition with her, and that we HAD to sleep on the street for the night. Of course, being the great loving sister that I am, I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that week, I quickly schemed up a sure gimmick to get us in the door. A Howie Doll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194711662908840354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SBdSvBJCmaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/rdDCo36x1lo/s320/April+08+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sweet, huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, for a small fee, I can make you your own official Howie doll. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;So, we get there (an RC Willey parking lot) around 11 pm. There are already about 200 - 300 people there, in tents, sleeping bags, etc. My sister and I did not bring a tent though, minor oversight on our part. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The weather is FREEZING! It was DANG cold. We were also in the back of a parking lot where the UTA Trax system passed, about every thirty minutes, with the ding ding dinging of the crossing sign going up and down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Apparently, RC Willey also forgot that they were going to be hosting several thousand people as they failed to turn off one of their security system alarms, which also graced us with an "alarming" noise about every 30 minutes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And finally, there was the meat packing alarm across the street. No, there was no meat packing factory, just and alarm that sounded like a blow horn . . .also every thirty minutes. These separate noises were, of course, scattered so that we could have ongoing background noise throughout the night. It was like spending the night LOCKED is the JAWS of HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at 5:30 in the morning, when I managed to doze off for a minute, the Deal or No Deal reps came out and made several announcements that we had to pack up our stuff so that they could move us inside. Hence the start of an all out brawl between a few hundred people. There were police, there was yelling, there was even a mosh pit . . .okay, not really but it could have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SBdbuhJCmfI/AAAAAAAAATg/TaFzn_EhUDo/s1600-h/April+08+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194721549923555826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SBdbuhJCmfI/AAAAAAAAATg/TaFzn_EhUDo/s320/April+08+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna and I managed to hold our ground and get inside without losing much of our place in line. At this point, we are sooo tired that we cannot even see straight, let alone answer the questionnaire that they pass out to everyone. Anna and I sit, looking stoned, for about an hour. Then, I decide to pull out the secret weapon, my Howie doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People LOVED Howie!! Okay, I mean, not to brag, but he did get a lot of attention from the crowd. As the line started to move, everyone that passed Howie had to touch him, caress him, and rub his little head. The man next to us in line hoisted Howie up on his shoulders and a group chant started . . . ok, not really. But people did like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is finally our turn at the table. They divided us up into groups of ten, giving us each 20 seconds to "WOW" them with something unique. Here is what Anna looked like at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SBdWMhJCmbI/AAAAAAAAATA/94VpOvkSl5E/s1600-h/April+08+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194715468249864626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SBdWMhJCmbI/AAAAAAAAATA/94VpOvkSl5E/s320/April+08+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She later confessed to me that she was about the quit. We are herded into our line, finally it is our turn. Anna and I are the only girls in our group. I stand quietly next to the interviewer, with the Howie doll on my hip. Anna goes before I do. She explains that she wants to sleep with Howie. (Umm, hello, we have been together for the last 8 HOURS . . . you could have run this plan by me!!) I do NOT think that this helped her cause. No one laughs, except for me, that is what sisters are for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Anna finishes, the interviewer says "okay, great, thanks every-" I cut her short saying "umm, I am auditioning too!" She turns slowly and looks me and then my doll up and down. "Okay" she says, starting her stop watch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I quickly babble something about being an artist, crafter, etc. I try to to some ventriloquist act with Howie, not really but maybe that would have at least brought more attention to myself. It is all over. She turns her back to me and Anna and then quickly selects 3 guys from our group. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anna and I shuffle out through the RC Willey store (where, incidentally, they were handing out AMAZING coupons for anyone who was tired, stupid, and crazy enough to go on a shopping spree after sleeping on the street all night!!! MAYBE we would have if they had remembered to turn their security alarm off!!! Gosh, people! LOL!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, we go outside, rejected, feeling like the biggest losers ever. Anna and I agree that there is nothing worse that waiting in the cold all night to have a stranger tell you that you are not good enough, that you will never amount to anything in life. Ha ha, okay. Our self-esteem isn't that low because we did consider getting back in line (which was now up to about 10,000 people) and trying again. Nawww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quietly console Howie and my sister. We are winners!! And, we have a doll to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SBdbJBJCmdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/tjF7kxjg-xc/s1600-h/April+08+006+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194720905678461394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SBdbJBJCmdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/tjF7kxjg-xc/s320/April+08+006+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's okay Howie . . . next time . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SBdbJhJCmeI/AAAAAAAAATY/KjXPtwVO_bk/s1600-h/April+08+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194720914268396002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SBdbJhJCmeI/AAAAAAAAATY/KjXPtwVO_bk/s320/April+08+013.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/11613792-2494272596144098542?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/2494272596144098542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=2494272596144098542' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2494272596144098542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2494272596144098542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-deal.html' title='No Deal . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SBdSvBJCmaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/rdDCo36x1lo/s72-c/April+08+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-5299494059725400620</id><published>2008-04-28T21:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:03:28.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I am a slacker . . .</title><content type='html'>You guys, I seriously need some bloggin help!  I have failed in my duties as a fellow blogger.  I will be posting soon.  And trust me, it will be oh so enlightening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-5299494059725400620?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/5299494059725400620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=5299494059725400620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/5299494059725400620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/5299494059725400620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-i-am-slacker.html' title='Okay, I am a slacker . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-2342348381861901680</id><published>2008-04-02T20:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:10:20.918-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher'/><title type='text'>The long and bumpy road . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R_RJHo8ZXoI/AAAAAAAAASw/-HYlfeWxpA8/s1600-h/IEP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184849466608934530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R_RJHo8ZXoI/AAAAAAAAASw/-HYlfeWxpA8/s320/IEP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . . just became a lot smoother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, get ready for this! As of last Friday, our little Asher is officially mainstreamed!!! This is a huge deal for Asher and our family. We are sooooo proud of him and all of the progress that he has made. Sterling and I are also so indebted to all of the teachers and therapists who made this possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like just yesterday that I was at an I.E.P. for Asher, asking the group when, if ever, they thought that he would be able to go mainstream. All that I got was a blank stare from everyone . . . and silence. Now, just a year later . . . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey has been so long, slow, and emotionally painful at times. It is interesting because we have just been plugging ahead with our heads down and all of the sudden, we look up and see how far we have come. How far Asher has come. I am just so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher will get to go to his home school next year. He will get to ride the school bus with his neighborhood friends. He will still be pulled out for 30 minutes a day of "resource" (with some of his other "normal" classmates) and speech therapy. The I.E.P. team also decided to keep his label of "autism". They felt that it was best to keep this window open for any future aid that he might need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One teacher was joking that they had "cured" him. It was very tongue and cheek though because, as many parents of autistic children will tell you, there is no cure. There are only improvements and adjustment made until your child can function in harmony with society . . . and still have his individual quirks that make him unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some families, I realize that this doesn't always happen. Knowing this, my heart reaches out to them. I think that it also makes us all the more grateful and humbled because of the progress that Asher has made. We love him so much! We are so proud of you Asher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R_RJG48ZXnI/AAAAAAAAASo/E-6GTuKa874/s1600-h/ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184849453724032626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R_RJG48ZXnI/AAAAAAAAASo/E-6GTuKa874/s320/ash.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/11613792-2342348381861901680?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/2342348381861901680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=2342348381861901680' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2342348381861901680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2342348381861901680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-and-bumpy-road.html' title='The long and bumpy road . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R_RJHo8ZXoI/AAAAAAAAASw/-HYlfeWxpA8/s72-c/IEP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-961318650932937709</id><published>2008-03-26T19:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:49:40.332-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher'/><title type='text'>Where to begin . . .?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so I have been neglecting my little blog these days. I have so much to catch up on but I am going to try to break it down into bite size chunks! LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big event for us was Asher's first Pinewood Derby for Cub Scouts. He was so proud of his car, which won the "Hottest Car" award. He worked pretty hard on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the car was still underweight so Sterling and Asher were trying to find a way to put some weight on it. I am SO GLAD that I walked in on that disaster before it was permanent! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sterling was about to strap some "D" size batteries on the back of the car. I quickly came up with the idea of using 2 AA batteries, kind of like turbo boosters, if you will. The boys were all for that. They quickly went to get the glue gun when again, I had to halt their efforts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, everyone knows that you cannot JUST strap some plain ol' batteries on the car, they need to be &lt;em&gt;decorated&lt;/em&gt;! So, Asher and I came up with a plan to roll the batteries in crepe paper and make it look like flames were actually coming out of the back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I think that he was quite satisfied. :)  As for me and Sterling, well of course, we were very proud of our little boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R-r7V48ZXjI/AAAAAAAAASI/InFyPtbxtr4/s1600-h/March+08+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182230674724707890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R-r7V48ZXjI/AAAAAAAAASI/InFyPtbxtr4/s320/March+08+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R-r7W48ZXlI/AAAAAAAAASY/SFMbX7VIVNY/s1600-h/March+08+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182230691904577106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R-r7W48ZXlI/AAAAAAAAASY/SFMbX7VIVNY/s320/March+08+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R-r7WY8ZXkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/gTZL1-HHHEY/s1600-h/March+08+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182230683314642498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R-r7WY8ZXkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/gTZL1-HHHEY/s320/March+08+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R-r7XI8ZXmI/AAAAAAAAASg/y1jpI_5P0lk/s1600-h/March+08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182230696199544418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R-r7XI8ZXmI/AAAAAAAAASg/y1jpI_5P0lk/s320/March+08+007.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/11613792-961318650932937709?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/961318650932937709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=961318650932937709' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/961318650932937709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/961318650932937709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-to-begin.html' title='Where to begin . . .?'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R-r7V48ZXjI/AAAAAAAAASI/InFyPtbxtr4/s72-c/March+08+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-4343673860478491732</id><published>2008-03-21T20:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:02:16.901-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><title type='text'>A Mommy Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I was coming up the stairs when I noticed a little brown spot on the wood floor.  I wiped it up with my sock, thinking that one of the boys had been into the chocolate chips.  As my foot was wiping it, I noted that it felt a little bit thicker then the usual chocolate chip.  So, being the smart mom that I am, I took off my sock to smell it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, poop.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After taking in the shock of it all, I noticed the little brown smudges that were on the first four steps going down the stairs.  It would seem that Myles, who is getting much better at pooping "in" the toilet, decided to fore go his usual wiping.  Instead, he opted for the "sliding my bare butt down the stairs" method.  Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-4343673860478491732?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/4343673860478491732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=4343673860478491732' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4343673860478491732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4343673860478491732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/03/mommy-moment.html' title='A Mommy Moment'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-644816014019473610</id><published>2008-03-09T13:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T08:55:10.453-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Sick . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . more exciting news to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Not pregnant . . . sorry, just plain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' sick!  So I guess the only exciting news to come is that of my life - not too terribly exciting . . . really, I was just being sarcastic . . . :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-644816014019473610?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/644816014019473610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=644816014019473610' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/644816014019473610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/644816014019473610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/03/sick.html' title='Sick . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-4146849762379183238</id><published>2008-02-22T10:48:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T17:01:11.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Owen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>A Month (or so) of Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh where, where, where do I begin?!! Okay, first, and update on the Rubik's cube (*%$#!!?) thingy - still not solved!!! Grrrrr. I can get two rows done but alas, it is that last row that gets me every time. I have even consulted the internet for help but all I can find is a series of about 50 algorithms that I am supposed to complete. And there are people who do this with no help?! (scratching my head . . . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have a lot to catch up on. The first and most exciting event was that Asher turned 8 in January! Our little baby is growing up. Sniff. We had a rockin' party for him - lots of friends - lots of boy sweat! I think that he loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78R9IIYqjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/IyO8qWosvd8/s1600-h/Jan+08+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169870639096965682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78R9IIYqjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/IyO8qWosvd8/s320/Jan+08+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78R9oIYqkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jikmbd5t0D8/s1600-h/Jan+08+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169870647686900290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78R9oIYqkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jikmbd5t0D8/s320/Jan+08+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78R-IIYqlI/AAAAAAAAAPE/oeC3j0Ttk6I/s1600-h/Jan+08+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169870656276834898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78R-IIYqlI/AAAAAAAAAPE/oeC3j0Ttk6I/s320/Jan+08+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78R-oIYqmI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bC99biigSYI/s1600-h/Jan+08+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169870664866769506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78R-oIYqmI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bC99biigSYI/s320/Jan+08+115.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you may know, along with turning 8, Asher also became an official Cub Scout. This has been a learning experience for us both as we have already learned the "Cub Scout Motto", secret hand shake, secret code names, etc. Okay, well they are not really secret but let me tell you, these boys take scouts &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; seriously. I mean, it is like a whole organization . . . . gosh! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78T44IYqrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bSFkl_dw4oI/s1600-h/Jan+08+122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169872765105777330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78T44IYqrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bSFkl_dw4oI/s320/Jan+08+122.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Asher also had his first Blue and Gold Banquet in which he was awarded his "Wolf" badge . . . . such an over achiever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78T6oIYqsI/AAAAAAAAAP8/S5tCknIPm3o/s1600-h/IMG_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169872795170548418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78T6oIYqsI/AAAAAAAAAP8/S5tCknIPm3o/s320/IMG_0346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, another exciting event was Asher's baptism. This was a wonderful experience as we were able to have both sets of grandparents there. Asher has been anticipating (and slightly fearing) this day for a year now. He didn't like the idea of being dunked under the water. We practiced, we prayed, we talked about it, and we made it . . . well, barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78Sz4IYqoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/e5o-Qsc3soQ/s1600-h/IMG_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169871579694803586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78Sz4IYqoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/e5o-Qsc3soQ/s320/IMG_0341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78S0YIYqpI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AlkDF8Y4S0k/s1600-h/IMG_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169871588284738194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78S0YIYqpI/AAAAAAAAAPk/AlkDF8Y4S0k/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Sterling and Asher got into the font, those up close (who were mostly children) could hear Asher start to panic and say "Daddy, I don't want to do it - I don't want to do it!!" This worried me but I knew that he meant going under the water - not actually being baptized. Sterling was firm and fast. He quickly said the prayer and pushed Asher under the water, just as Asher started freaking out and kicking his legs, but he made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Myles thought this was amusing and started laughing hysterically- which also got the other kids laughing. Oh yes, it just cannot be typical in our family. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78SzYIYqnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rd5qg0rwldo/s1600-h/IMG_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169871571104868978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78SzYIYqnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rd5qg0rwldo/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Myles, we also encountered our first allergic reaction this past month. Not to be crude, but Myles woke up one morning with such a terrible rash that I rushed him to the doctor and I think that my first words were something to the extent of "What the *$#@!!?? is it?!" Amoxicillin. Now we know. Poor little Myles suffered silently for about a week. He is such a trooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78TZYIYqqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_WmRY3pQhmU/s1600-h/Jan+08+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169872223939898018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78TZYIYqqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_WmRY3pQhmU/s320/Jan+08+123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also we to our first "Monster Jam" and boy - let me tell you! The boys were mesmerized. It was a smash hit. I even enjoyed it myself. We almost left Owen at home but we could not find a babysitter. I am so glad that we didn't though as he was the most enthusiastic of them all!! He was yelling and clapping. He was even chummin' it up with the people around us, giving them high fives - I just don't know where he gets this social spirit from! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78Ww4IYqxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gW_u1_SnaEo/s1600-h/Monster+truck+021+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169875926201707282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78Ww4IYqxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gW_u1_SnaEo/s320/Monster+truck+021+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78VO4IYqvI/AAAAAAAAAQU/g4OqgpZhtm8/s1600-h/Monster+truck+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169874242574527218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78VO4IYqvI/AAAAAAAAAQU/g4OqgpZhtm8/s320/Monster+truck+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78VPIIYqwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HBZ8SsE_iAE/s1600-h/Monster+truck+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169874246869494530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78VPIIYqwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HBZ8SsE_iAE/s320/Monster+truck+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even with ear plugs the boys still thought that it was a bit loud for them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78XjIIYqyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/431rRjli0ZE/s1600-h/Monster+truck+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169876789490133794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78XjIIYqyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/431rRjli0ZE/s320/Monster+truck+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, I think that this just about covers everything!! LOL! Oh wait, I almost forgot! We also went sledding at the beginning of January. The boys loved it. It was a first for little Owen. I think that these pictures pretty much sum it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R79fn4IYqzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/csLcyaYYezI/s1600-h/Jan+08+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169956035931712306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R79fn4IYqzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/csLcyaYYezI/s320/Jan+08+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We just could not get his little gloves to stay on . . . poor baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R79fpYIYq0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_a055gUMH-M/s1600-h/Jan+08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169956061701516098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R79fpYIYq0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_a055gUMH-M/s320/Jan+08+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R79fqIIYq1I/AAAAAAAAARE/hEokLOWk-Ac/s1600-h/Jan+08+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169956074586418002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R79fqIIYq1I/AAAAAAAAARE/hEokLOWk-Ac/s320/Jan+08+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R79fqoIYq2I/AAAAAAAAARM/yj9UNlLt0uQ/s1600-h/Jan+08+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169956083176352610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R79fqoIYq2I/AAAAAAAAARM/yj9UNlLt0uQ/s320/Jan+08+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-4146849762379183238?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/4146849762379183238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=4146849762379183238' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4146849762379183238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4146849762379183238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/02/month-or-so-of-firsts.html' title='A Month (or so) of Firsts'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R78R9IIYqjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/IyO8qWosvd8/s72-c/Jan+08+085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-3919829896497159826</id><published>2008-02-12T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T09:21:36.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange obsessions'/><title type='text'>Busy . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up this morning and there it was, staring at me from across the room. Taunting me. No, it was not the huge stack of dirty laundry or the pile of dishes I could see in the kitchen sink. It was the &lt;a href="http://www.rubiks.com/"&gt;Rubik's cube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R7HEToIYqiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/DqQVxMIfup4/s1600-h/16355-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166126089039817250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R7HEToIYqiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/DqQVxMIfup4/s320/16355-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;That's right folks, I have been overcome with some strange obsession with solving this @#$*%?@ puzzle. Forget that there are little children who need to be fed, forget showering. I will not stop until I figure it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could take a while . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-3919829896497159826?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/3919829896497159826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=3919829896497159826' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3919829896497159826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3919829896497159826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/02/busy.html' title='Busy . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R7HEToIYqiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/DqQVxMIfup4/s72-c/16355-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-2813969190963942551</id><published>2008-01-29T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T06:37:30.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Passing of a Prophet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R58lt-cZ3XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/H9qBKnC0etk/s1600-h/Hinckley0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160885169776352626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R58lt-cZ3XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/H9qBKnC0etk/s320/Hinckley0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was surprised to hear of the news that our prophet, &lt;a href="http://newsroom.lds.org/ldsnewsroom/eng/news-releases-stories/beloved-church-president-gordon-b-hinckley-dies-at-97"&gt;Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/a&gt;, had passed away. What surprised me even more was the peace that I felt for him and his family. Though it is sad to see someone leave this earth, I know that President Hinckley lived a life of overflowing service. His tender spirit and subtle humor has enabled him to enter the hearts of millions of people. He was a wonderful prophet and leader. I know that there is a celebration going on in Heaven right now as he is being reunited with his wife, his parents, and many other friends and relatives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that some people might not know about our church (the &lt;a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/"&gt;Mormons or Latter Day Saints&lt;/a&gt;) is that we believe that our prophets are called of God. They are not elected or voted on by the members. In the history of our church, it has always been this way. It is comforting to know that we already have a successor in place. One who is equally qualified and able. It is also comforting to know that just because a prophet of our church has passed away, the gospel is still here on the earth. The body of our religion will continue to function normally and wholly. This is very reassuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share my feelings about this news. President Hinckley was the prophet for 12 years, almost half (okay, wait, who am I kidding . . . closer to a third) of my life. Well, I am a bit older but he has been a leader for the bulk of my "adult" and even married life. He was a tender and gentle leader. He will be missed. I am so grateful for the time that we were allowed to have him.&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/11613792-2813969190963942551?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/2813969190963942551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=2813969190963942551' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2813969190963942551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2813969190963942551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/01/passing-of-prophet.html' title='Passing of a Prophet'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R58lt-cZ3XI/AAAAAAAAAOk/H9qBKnC0etk/s72-c/Hinckley0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-2028484469011752567</id><published>2008-01-17T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:45:48.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Looking forward to . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In all of the Christmas chaos, I forgot to mention a few of my favorite gifts. My dear mother gave me some gift certificates for a couple of online fabric stores, &lt;a href="http://www.sewmamasew.com/"&gt;Sew Mama Sew!&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.reproductionfabrics.com/"&gt;Reproduction Fabrics&lt;/a&gt;. I have been searching these websites since Christmas - trying to find a way to limit my purchases to somewhere under $300!!! There is just sooo much amazing fabric out there. I think that I might be a fabric junky. I think that after I post this, I might just go searching for some kind of anonymous support group to help me through my addiction! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R5AslaQqFwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/N7-V1qWaYCM/s1600-h/fabric_pattern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156670594555188994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R5AslaQqFwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/N7-V1qWaYCM/s320/fabric_pattern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, I finally narrowed down my purchase at Sew Mama Sew!. I am so excited for &lt;a href="http://www.dsquilts.com/"&gt;Denyse Schmidt's&lt;/a&gt; new pattern, &lt;a href="http://www.sewmamasew.com/ccp0-prodshow/PTDSSG.html"&gt;Single Girl&lt;/a&gt;, to arrive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R5AslKQqFvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EmVdIgLE-LM/s1600-h/quilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156670590260221682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R5AslKQqFvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EmVdIgLE-LM/s320/quilt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you, I saw this quilt and could not get it out of my head. I LOVE it. I haven't actually ever &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; a quilt via a professional pattern before, but this is just the thing to pull me out of my late funk. I am going for it. Yep, forget housework, forget exercise, forget the laundry - as soon as that pattern arrives, I am gettin' my scissors out. So, stay tuned for great things ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-2028484469011752567?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/2028484469011752567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=2028484469011752567' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2028484469011752567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2028484469011752567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/01/looking-forward-to.html' title='Looking forward to . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R5AslaQqFwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/N7-V1qWaYCM/s72-c/fabric_pattern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-8802941546679002673</id><published>2008-01-12T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:29:11.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R4mliqQqFuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3szsaDjQj3g/s1600-h/iStock_000000340464XSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154833263380535010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R4mliqQqFuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3szsaDjQj3g/s320/iStock_000000340464XSmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just looking through some blogs and I saw this link to an online store called &lt;a href="http://www.foundgallery.com/"&gt;Found&lt;/a&gt;. The name really caught me for a moment and gave me a quick sense of elation as I realized that maybe I am "found" in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you guys think that I am losing it, let me just tell you, I have had a rather rough week. I found out on Monday that a dear friend of mine has died, Asher almost got expelled from school for throwing another one of his famous temper tantrums, and I found out that our builder, who we have been involved in this lovely lawsuit with, is declaring bankruptcy. Nice week, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest thing to affect me was the loss of Mike, who was one of my first serious boyfriends (umm, years ago). I have been thinking a lot about the journey that our lives can take - each of us to different destinations. I have also been contemplating my own life's journey and whether or not I have lost some of myself along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I had a little therapy session with my mother (thanks mom) who kind of helped me to see beyond the pain and struggles that we encounter in life. She helped me realize that this really is just part of the voyage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really helped because I have been feeling kind of lost this week. It wasn't until I saw the word "found" that I realized that maybe I am! Maybe my husband has found me. Maybe God has found me. Or most importantly, I think that I have found myself . . . at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, not to get too deep or emotional on everybody . . . I guess that I just wanted to share my little epiphany that in this life we might lose our way and feel lost sometimes but, we are all capable of being found. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-8802941546679002673?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/8802941546679002673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=8802941546679002673' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8802941546679002673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8802941546679002673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/01/found.html' title='Found'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R4mliqQqFuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3szsaDjQj3g/s72-c/iStock_000000340464XSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-8898525709824285882</id><published>2008-01-11T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:23:45.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awards'/><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://heart-of-service.blogspot.com/2008/01/daily-dose.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154437284575712978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R4g9ZqQqFtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7ze1A6O6mkw/s320/thedailydose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My friend &lt;a href="http://www.accordingtolei.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leilani&lt;/a&gt; mentioned me on her blog as one of her needed "daily doses"! I am so flattered. I feel the same way about so many blogs out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that blogging, reading other people's blogs, and cultivating friendships through the blogging world is what keeps me sane. I seriously don't know how women did it before blogs!! Sometimes, these are the only adult interactions (aside from my husband) that I get in a day. Humm, that does sound kind of sad to say out loud . . . I mean, it is wintertime . . . I don't get out much okay!!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would like to pass the love on and let &lt;a href="http://www.shutterbugmomof3.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kirstencan.typepad.com/"&gt;Kirsten&lt;/a&gt; know that they are some of my necessary daily doses. And &lt;a href="http://brenayfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erica&lt;/a&gt; too . . . even though she has only been blogging for a week now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-8898525709824285882?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/8898525709824285882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=8898525709824285882' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8898525709824285882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8898525709824285882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R4g9ZqQqFtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7ze1A6O6mkw/s72-c/thedailydose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-3102675644159290009</id><published>2008-01-08T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T11:28:09.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><title type='text'>I would  have never thought . . .</title><content type='html'>. . . that having my three year old tell me he went poop (in the potty) would bring so much joy to my life! Oh, how simple my expectations have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;. . . and apparently I spoke too soon because a few hours later I heard "Mommy, I go pee pee in my pants"! Ugggghh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-3102675644159290009?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/3102675644159290009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=3102675644159290009' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3102675644159290009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3102675644159290009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-would-have-never-thought.html' title='I would  have never thought . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-3967722101971336274</id><published>2008-01-06T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:26:36.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Hip Hip Hoooray!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to let the world know that another one of my dearest friends has joined the blogging world!!  Yippeeee!  Some of our friends, the Brenays, whom we love to death, left us a few years ago . . . sniff, sniff . . . and moved to Arizona.  Well, I stink at keeping in contact but Erica keeps me on my toes.  I am so glad that they have a blog now so that I can see all of their happenings!  Go over and say "hi" at &lt;a href="http://brenayfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brenay, Blah, Blah . . .&lt;/a&gt; (btw, I love the name . . . it is so you!)  They are an awesome family!  Welcome to the bloggin world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-3967722101971336274?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/3967722101971336274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=3967722101971336274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3967722101971336274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/3967722101971336274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2008/01/hip-hip-hoooray.html' title='Hip Hip Hoooray!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-4081923683138799858</id><published>2007-12-31T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:10:01.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freebies'/><title type='text'>A New Year Gift For You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to wish you all a happy New Year! I hope that all of your wishes and goals and desires come true this year . . . I am hoping to accomplish at least one of my many resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3nEQqQqFsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/JjQN6nh70xY/s1600-h/bp103410_1107_calendarsilo_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150363439375980226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3nEQqQqFsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/JjQN6nh70xY/s320/bp103410_1107_calendarsilo_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to give you all a little gift to help you get off on the right foot. I made these little desktop calendars for Asher's teachers for Christmas. I got the idea from &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/portal/site/mslo/menuitem.3a0656639de62ad593598e10d373a0a0/?vgnextoid=ac45c5607a9a5110VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;vgnextfmt=default"&gt;Martha Stewart's website&lt;/a&gt; and thought, "Oh, easy, I can do that in one night!" WRONG! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First of all, the sizing was off (and I could not for the life of me figure out how to adjust the size of the PDF). Second of all, I just could not seem to cut the proper size for the jewel case (umm, I was in the hung-over from non-stop teacher gift giving stage of Christmas . . . cut me some slack!!:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, I decided to redesign the calendar myself. I didn't do much, I just used some free digital scrapbooking images from &lt;a href="http://www.shabbyprincess.com/downloads.asp"&gt;Shabby Princess&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://twopeasinabucket.kaboose.com/shopping.asp?f=506_c_336&amp;amp;c=24"&gt;Two Peas in a Bucket&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at 2 in the morning, I was done. LOL! I decided that way too much effort went into these calendars to keep them to myself so I wanted to share them with you all. I hope that you enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Steps for making yourself a cute desktop calendar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.freshpreserves.com/08cal.pdf"&gt;Download PDF&lt;/a&gt; and print calendar pages onto a slight heavyweight paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Cut around the square box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Take an empty jewel case (if you need to get some empty jewel cases you can get them in the electronics section at Walmart) and unsnap the cover. Turn the cover backwards and then resnap it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Insert the months of the calendar behind the cover and change according to the month that we are in, duh?! He he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I used some decorative scrapbooking paper to put in the backside of the jewel case so that it could look cute too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-4081923683138799858?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/4081923683138799858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=4081923683138799858' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4081923683138799858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4081923683138799858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year-gift-for-you.html' title='A New Year Gift For You!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3nEQqQqFsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/JjQN6nh70xY/s72-c/bp103410_1107_calendarsilo_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-2126635294479971862</id><published>2007-12-30T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T23:41:09.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>December Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This month seemed to go by in a flash!  It was such a busy, happy, and productive month. I am sad to see it end.  I always hate it when the Christmas season is over.  I wanted  to share a few of my favorite moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iEz6QqFnI/AAAAAAAAANU/k2-HS6zlm2U/s1600-h/Dec+07+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150012201245480562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iEz6QqFnI/AAAAAAAAANU/k2-HS6zlm2U/s400/Dec+07+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Owen meets Santa for the first time . . . it did not go over very well.  I don't think that Santa was offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iEyqQqFjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mKgmJKeqbQ8/s1600-h/Christmas+07+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150012179770644018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iEyqQqFjI/AAAAAAAAAM0/mKgmJKeqbQ8/s400/Christmas+07+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Myles helps me make some treats for the neighbors.  Unfortunately, I turned my back for one minute to get the phone and Myles decided to turn the mixer on without me.  I think that he was just as shocked as I was at the cloud of flour!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iEzKQqFlI/AAAAAAAAANE/t34ehwmbNLw/s1600-h/christmas+goodies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150012188360578642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iEzKQqFlI/AAAAAAAAANE/t34ehwmbNLw/s400/christmas+goodies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I manage to actually produce a  small quantity of handmade gifts!  Some of them are from patterns found in &lt;a href="http://www.purlbee.com/the-purl-bee/2007/9/8/arriving-at-purl-any-minute-now-last-minute-patchwork-quilte.html"&gt;Last Minute Patchwork + Quilted Gifts&lt;/a&gt; and others (the wallets) I got off of the &lt;a href="http://www.sewmamasew.com/blog2/"&gt;Sew Mama Sew!&lt;/a&gt; website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iF_aQqFqI/AAAAAAAAANs/i3q0pG788Pw/s1600-h/christmas+toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iFK6QqFoI/AAAAAAAAANc/0JB1c38L5A4/s1600-h/preparations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150012596382471810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iFK6QqFoI/AAAAAAAAANc/0JB1c38L5A4/s400/preparations.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys help me prepare for the Christmas festivities by decorating our basement with a huge paper chain and lots of (messy, little tiny pieces of paper everywhere, what was I thinking) handmade snowflakes.  We also make some party favors to give to our relatives on Christmas day when they come over for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iEy6QqFkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/08qaya6N-_g/s1600-h/christmas+eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150012184065611330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iEy6QqFkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/08qaya6N-_g/s400/christmas+eve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas Eve finally arrives!!  Hooray!  The boys are so excited that they can hardly sit still for Daddy to read them "T'was the Night Before Christmas".  Asher actually says that he wants to go to bed early and fore go our usual family movie . . . he changed his mind though!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get the boys to sit still for the photo of them placing Santa's food by the fireplace.  Myles and Owen also decided to help themselves to a few of the reindeers' carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iEzqQqFmI/AAAAAAAAANM/h9sRV9eWvMw/s1600-h/christmas+morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150012196950513250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iEzqQqFmI/AAAAAAAAANM/h9sRV9eWvMw/s400/christmas+morning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas morning!  Asher and Myles wake up at 5:30 - uggggh!!  I tell them to wait a little bit longer.  Finally at 6, I go into Myles' room and find that they have opened their stockings (and candy) and are having a little party!  We finally wake Daddy up, finish opening stockings, then go downstairs to see what Santa brought the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iGTKQqFrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HLibQ39sk6U/s1600-h/christmas+toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150013837628020402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iGTKQqFrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/HLibQ39sk6U/s400/christmas+toys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pure joy!  This is one of my favorite parts!  Seeing the excitement on the boys faces when they get what they "always wanted"!  Even Sterling, with his new "Guitar Heros III" (which I have played non-stop since Christmas . . . man, that game is really addicting!!)  Asher was also excited to get his first official pair of cap shooting guns (thanks Aunt Anna).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iFLaQqFpI/AAAAAAAAANk/_aMRz6moFTU/s1600-h/family+party+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150012604972406418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iFLaQqFpI/AAAAAAAAANk/_aMRz6moFTU/s400/family+party+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After resting up and getting ready for the day, the rest of the family shows up for a big dinner.  It was a lot of fun . . . and a lot of food.  Ummmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a tradition in my family to open Christmas crackers and put on our little crowns.  Sterling's family were good sports about it and they actually wore the crowns too!  It was a really great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this month was a great one for all of you and that you had a wonderful time sharing in the spirit of the season with your family and loved ones!  I hope that we can all carry this feeling with us throughout the next year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-2126635294479971862?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/2126635294479971862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=2126635294479971862' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2126635294479971862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/2126635294479971862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-highlights.html' title='December Highlights'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3iEz6QqFnI/AAAAAAAAANU/k2-HS6zlm2U/s72-c/Dec+07+068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-4830584521342764759</id><published>2007-12-24T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T23:25:45.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3ChWqQqFiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lYHQZ7WWD7I/s1600-h/christmas3+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3ChWqQqFiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lYHQZ7WWD7I/s400/christmas3+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147791784757827106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends and Family, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas! This is a momentous year as it is the first time that we have ever included a letter in our Christmas card. The peer pressure was finally too much for us to handle. Our little (but rowdy) family has been so blessed with another year of memories and growth. We thought we would share a few of the highlights with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher (who turns 8 in January) has turned into a wonderful helper for mom and dad. He is in the 2nd grade and he loves socializing with all of his friends. This summer several of the girls in the neighborhood started noticing Asher. They would show up on their bikes, asking if Asher could play. Being a gentleman, Asher would quickly offer them a light refreshment of Otter Pops. He really knows how to turn on the charm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myles (3) is our little comedian. He likes to crack us up by going cross-eyed or pretending to lap up water like a dog. (At least, Sterling and I hope that he is doing this as a joke!) He often exclaims, “Mommy, I’m silly”! Myles started preschool this year and it is a delight to see the art projects that he brings home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen (16 months old) has the energy of a monkey and the build of a linebacker. Owen can eat his big brothers under the table and still spare some food for the dog. When Owen is not climbing on, tearing apart, or calling 911, (yes, the police did show up) he is usually running around the house saying, “Daaaddddddy, Dadddyyyy” or “Uh-oh”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sterling is still self-employed with Rapidwave, which continues to grow, serving happy internet customers all over the valley. One of the perks of being self-employed it that Sterling gets to work from home, although sometimes he has to stop working to fend off the kids from entering his “domain”. Sterling has also had the opportunity to travel and teach for Motorola this year, which he is really enjoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, well, what can I say? Raising three little monkeys is definitely a full-time job. Between the spilled juice, fights over Hotwheel cars, and constant wrestling, (and that is just Sterling!) I still find time to have my creative outlets. I still enjoy playing around in Photoshop, sewing, and taking Valium. Okay, not really with the Valium but a Mom can dream, right?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope that the close of this year finds you in good spirits and great health! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Sterling, Zoe, Asher, Myles, and Owen Jacobson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-4830584521342764759?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/4830584521342764759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=4830584521342764759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4830584521342764759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4830584521342764759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R3ChWqQqFiI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lYHQZ7WWD7I/s72-c/christmas3+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-4589224541644219219</id><published>2007-12-18T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T12:10:16.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>The Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does it seem like life turns into Crazyville every year, starting with the day after Thanksgiving? I think that the madness must start with getting up at unheard of hours to go shopping on Black Friday. Then come the decorations, the parties, the teacher gifts, the neighbor gifts, the hoards of sugar, etc. Just when I cross something off of my list, I find ten more things that I need to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of all of the chaos, I think that my kids sometimes get pushed aside (or run and hide because they don't want to deal with crazy mommy)! Well, last night I was given a real treat! I had a moment in which I was able to stop and realize what really matters the most during this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at a class party for Asher. All of the kids were supposed to be sitting on the steps that lead up to the stage, singing. I think that Asher was one of the only children who refused to sing - so he was somewhere in the background running around. However, little Myles had situated himself nicely on the front row. Myles had also helped himself to a huge cookie and a big cup of juice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Myles wasn't taking part in the singing, but we could tell that he was enjoying it because every ten minutes or so, he would just get up and run around the gym in excitement and then return to his treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Myles came back to his seat one time and noticed another little boy that was sitting pretty close to his cookie. Myles sat down on the other side and looked the boy up and down. Then, he turned and looked at his cookie. Finally, Myles took his chubby little hands and carefully split the cookie in half. As he handed one half to this little boy, I seriously felt the whole world pause and silence around me. He was sharing his cookie!!!! It was a moment that made my heart swell with pride and love. It really was the sweetest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, being a little bit grounded (or rather, floored) by my 3-year old, I realize that love, family, and sharing are some of the greatest joys that we can experience during this season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-4589224541644219219?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/4589224541644219219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=4589224541644219219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4589224541644219219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4589224541644219219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='The Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-6767988919785397657</id><published>2007-12-07T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:34:07.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Proud to be an American . . . and a Mormon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R1l8dXuh0cI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CLrVT55sJlA/s1600-h/moroniflag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141277293647352258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R1l8dXuh0cI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CLrVT55sJlA/s320/moroniflag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so moved by &lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/index.php/?nid=148&amp;sid=2282205"&gt;Mitt Romney's speech&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. Although it is a shame that he had to make a declaration of his religion, I believe that many of the things that he said were needed. It is time that we as Americans reunite in our commonality as children of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been blessed as a nation with incredible freedoms that were gifted to us by our ancestors. Sometimes I think that we take these things for granted and, in our pride, we forget the very source that blessed us with these privileges. I think that is it important to remember the motto "United we stand, divided we fall". For, if we forget the basic principles that our nation was founded upon, it will be our own downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitt Romney made some very poignant statements about religious tolerance when he stated "my church's beliefs about Christ may not all be the same as those of other faiths. Each religion has its own unique doctrines and history. These are not bases for criticism but rather a test of our tolerance. Religious tolerance would be a shallow principle indeed if it were reserved only for faiths with which we agree." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so touched by the reminder that most of us do believe in a higher power. Although we as a people are diverse in many ways, our prayers are still answered by the same God. And it is only through that God that we can preserve our freedoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;". . . No candidate should become the spokesman for his faith. For if he becomes president he will need the prayers of the people of all faiths."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whether Romney is elected president or not, I felt that his speech was very motivational and uniting. I know that because of our freedoms, we have been given the voice to be unique, different, and individual. However, I feel that sometimes this produces dissonance in our society. If we can all learn to use our differences to work together for a common cause, the results can be miraculous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romney put it best when he exclaimed that "we do not insist on a single strain of religion -- rather, we welcome our nation's symphony of faith." I am proud to be a part of that symphony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-6767988919785397657?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/6767988919785397657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=6767988919785397657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6767988919785397657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6767988919785397657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2007/12/proud-to-be-american-and-mormon.html' title='Proud to be an American . . . and a Mormon'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R1l8dXuh0cI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CLrVT55sJlA/s72-c/moroniflag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-7886497005982727426</id><published>2007-11-29T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T10:04:10.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Hello there, Cyberspace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R07vKwr4C0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/xSswS4tRaNw/s1600-h/momndads+116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138307193022974786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R07vKwr4C0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/xSswS4tRaNw/s320/momndads+116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, I know, I have really dropped the ball with my blogging lately. We have been soooo busy. What with our house being a constant construction zone (yes, since August we have had Don, the repairman, in our house almost daily, tearing it apart so that it can be put back to the way it once was), Thanksgiving, and now the mad rush of getting ready for Christmas, I haven't had a moment to write about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just returned from a nice week with Sterling's family down in St. George. This was a first for us because my in-laws have been working on their home for YEARS! They finally were able to move in, a day before we all showed up, and share the beauty of their home with everyone. It was total chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law, Audrey, and I bonded together, which was really great. The biggest bonding moment was getting up at 3:15 the day after Thanksgiving to hit the sales. We waited in lines, complained about the cold, and at times got the giggles so bad that Audrey almost wet her pants!! (he he!!) It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R07s_wr4CwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8S3hWDR9DoA/s1600-h/momndads+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138304805021158146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R07s_wr4CwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8S3hWDR9DoA/s320/momndads+120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are back home, I have actually decided to cut Don off from working on our house until January. I just cannot handle it. I just want this month to be as low stress as possible. I don't know if that is possible though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already pulled out my &lt;a href="http://www.purlbee.com/the-purl-bee/2007/9/8/arriving-at-purl-any-minute-now-last-minute-patchwork-quilte.html"&gt;Last Minute Patchwork + Quilted Gifts&lt;/a&gt; book. Thus begins the madness of trying/thinking that I can make something homemade for everyone in time for Christmas. Humm, mental note, start doing this in the summer. I am going to have to share some pictures because the projects in this book are sooooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R07uQgr4CyI/AAAAAAAAAME/XfY5I_X_48g/s1600-h/Halloween+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138306192295594786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R07uQgr4CyI/AAAAAAAAAME/XfY5I_X_48g/s320/Halloween+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R07uQAr4CxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/e781lxFAex0/s1600-h/Halloween+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138306183705660178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R07uQAr4CxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/e781lxFAex0/s320/Halloween+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R07v8Ar4C1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/6M2sr-l9K4Y/s1600-h/Halloween+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138308039131532114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R07v8Ar4C1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/6M2sr-l9K4Y/s320/Halloween+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And finally, I regret not being able to finish up my posts about Grandma and Grandpa visiting so I wanted to share a few pics if the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R07s_Ar4CvI/AAAAAAAAALs/M4cZmfOu7Mg/s1600-h/momndads+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138304792136256242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R07s_Ar4CvI/AAAAAAAAALs/M4cZmfOu7Mg/s320/momndads+131.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/11613792-7886497005982727426?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/7886497005982727426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=7886497005982727426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/7886497005982727426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/7886497005982727426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-there-cyberspace.html' title='Hello there, Cyberspace'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/R07vKwr4C0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/xSswS4tRaNw/s72-c/momndads+116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-4831317137631062175</id><published>2007-11-05T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T23:44:20.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Grandma and Grandpa's Visit: Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much happened this October that I decided just to break it down into different entries! My parents came out from Texas to visit us. The boys were soooo excited, they love spending time with Grandma and Grandpa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, my parents stayed with my little sister, Anna, who lives in Salt Lake. Myles was frustrated by this so he tried to convince them to spend the night at our house, in "Grandma's" room - our guest bedroom. My mom tried to put him off by showing him that the bed wasn't yet made up with clean sheets. Myles replied to this by offering my parents our bed. LOL! Such a generous little boy . . . the funny thing is that I don't think he would have cared if Sterling and I weren't there at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit was great. My parents have never come to visit us around this time of year - my favorite time of course . . . because my birthday falls on this month. We had a lot of festivities and traditions that they got to be a part of. It was a really special time for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first things that we did together was go to Hee Haw's, a little pumpkin farm/corn maze that has various fall themed activities for the kids to participate in. It was a lot of fun. The boys got to ride on little (peddled) go carts, see a village of bunnies, visit one of the FATTEST pigs I think we have ever seen in real life, and go through a miniature corn maze. The weather was perfect too. It was a great fall evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from our visit to Hee Haw's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RzAJXvJ1WDI/AAAAAAAAALk/owP9gC7-U30/s1600-h/momndads+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129610278974347314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RzAJXvJ1WDI/AAAAAAAAALk/owP9gC7-U30/s320/momndads+052.JPG" width="182" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Asher was instantly taken by the little carts that he could peddle around the course . . . I think that he has requested one of these for Christmas!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RzAF5fJ1V-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/tYQxNVE5XPY/s1600-h/October+07+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129606460748421090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RzAF5fJ1V-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/tYQxNVE5XPY/s320/October+07+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Owen watch patiently as Asher, and now Myles, go around the cart course . . . again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RzAF5vJ1V_I/AAAAAAAAALE/wzy_oO-NW0c/s1600-h/October+07+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129606465043388402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RzAF5vJ1V_I/AAAAAAAAALE/wzy_oO-NW0c/s320/October+07+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Myles is beaming with pride because he gets to sit on a REAL tracker, like a real farmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RzAF6fJ1WAI/AAAAAAAAALM/53lxl3nLG-4/s1600-h/October+07+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129606477928290306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RzAF6fJ1WAI/AAAAAAAAALM/53lxl3nLG-4/s320/October+07+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa gets a little carried away in the corn pit where he buries Owen. Surprisingly, Owen doesn't really seem to mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RzAGk_J1WCI/AAAAAAAAALc/5MJ2SZR6lVs/s1600-h/October+07+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129607208072730658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RzAGk_J1WCI/AAAAAAAAALc/5MJ2SZR6lVs/s320/October+07+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally it is time to pick our our pumpkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RzAF6vJ1WBI/AAAAAAAAALU/5uKZiQDE8-M/s1600-h/October+07+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129606482223257618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RzAF6vJ1WBI/AAAAAAAAALU/5uKZiQDE8-M/s320/October+07+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After much much searching, Asher proudly returns with two that he has very carefully selected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a great night! What made it even more special was that we could do it with family! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-4831317137631062175?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/4831317137631062175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=4831317137631062175' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4831317137631062175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4831317137631062175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2007/11/grandma-and-grandpas-visit-part-1.html' title='Grandma and Grandpa&apos;s Visit: Part 1'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RzAJXvJ1WDI/AAAAAAAAALk/owP9gC7-U30/s72-c/momndads+052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-6879968938557120955</id><published>2007-11-01T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:51:35.054-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>ATC Twilight Series Swap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RyorDvJ1V6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/7tZDrn-6Qwg/s1600-h/2.5x3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127958468912043938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RyorDvJ1V6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/7tZDrn-6Qwg/s320/2.5x3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sent out my cards for an ATC swap based on the Twilight series. I had so much fun doing this one! I thought that I would post my "card" here because I am quite proud of it! :) Hopefully, for those of you that have read that books, it will make sense. I named it "October, November, December, January" from the New Moon book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to post some pictures from a Twilight book club that I went to that was sooooo cute!! All of the food had a vampire/werewolf theme. Some of the things that people came up with was very clever. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera that night so I am going to have to get the pictures from my friend. I will have to share those pics later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I did make our own t-shirts to wear to the party. (Okay, we are really dorky moms, huh?!) I created the iron on's so I thought that I would share those images with you. If anyone wants me to email them a jpeg of the image, for their own iron on's just let me know! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RyotDvJ1V7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/xJVJJKXsBMM/s1600-h/opt5+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127960667935299506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RyotDvJ1V7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/xJVJJKXsBMM/s320/opt5+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RyotD_J1V8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/AYeEUajibdk/s1600-h/opt7+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127960672230266818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RyotD_J1V8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/AYeEUajibdk/s320/opt7+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RyotEPJ1V9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/vqCAP_UPZrA/s1600-h/ist2_3147227_grunge_banner+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127960676525234130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RyotEPJ1V9I/AAAAAAAAAK0/vqCAP_UPZrA/s320/ist2_3147227_grunge_banner+copy.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/11613792-6879968938557120955?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/6879968938557120955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=6879968938557120955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6879968938557120955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6879968938557120955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2007/11/atc-twilight-series-swap.html' title='ATC Twilight Series Swap'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RyorDvJ1V6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/7tZDrn-6Qwg/s72-c/2.5x3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-8765308890973568459</id><published>2007-10-25T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:56:35.635-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>A Truly "Wicked" Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RyE3vvJ1V4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/3sxRr1s7DPE/s1600-h/Wicked-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125439144175425410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RyE3vvJ1V4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/3sxRr1s7DPE/s320/Wicked-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was one of the greatest birthday celebrations that I have ever had!! :) Sterling surprised me by flying us out to L.A. to see &lt;a href="http://www.wickedthemusical.com/#"&gt;Wicked&lt;/a&gt;. We also toured around the city, hit a couple of art venues, and even made it to a few of the touristy sites. It was wonderful. It was such a nice and refreshing break. And, best of all, I got to have some time alone with Sterling . . . without our boys (whom I love dearly)!!! Yippee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to tell you all how much I LOVED Wicked!!  The production was witty, clever, captivating, engaging, and bewitching - he he he!  I was instantly taken with the music.  What surprised me even more was the fact that the story had a truly great message.  I mean, I would have never thought that a simple (yet intricately entwined) tale could leave such a lasting impact on me.  I dare say that this play is now officially my #1 favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without giving away any major details, I wanted to share a few of my personal thoughts on the play.  As you may know, Wicked is a tale of Glinda (the good witch) and Elphaba (the wicked witch) and how they came to be in the story, &lt;a href="http://thewizardofoz.warnerbros.com/"&gt;"The Wizard of Oz"&lt;/a&gt;.  Many people told me that this would be the story of how Elphaba became wicked.  This is what I was expecting.  I mean, after all, she was sooo wicked and mean, right?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a part in the play when the Wizard of Oz says "The truth is whatever people choose to believe"  (something like that).  This really got me thinking about the perceptions that we develop in our lives - the viewpoints that we choose to settle on.  The answers that we choose to be content with.   How did we get there?  Are we just running and jumping in the giant hole like that guy in the &lt;a href="http://www.splendad.com/ads/show/1278-Wendys-Hole"&gt;Wendy's commercial&lt;/a&gt;?  Do we really believe everything that we hear?  Or, do we choose to consider every angle of the situation? Do we give other possibilities a chance? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without getting to deep and confusing everyone with my sudden epiphany (that was always there . . . it just needed to be given a shove in the side) I just have to say that  "it is all about perspective, baby!!"  I have realized that I need to broaden my perspectives and not always accept the social norm or the simplest explanation.  There is often so much more to the story that we need to search out for ourselves, whether it be in politics, relationships, social interactions, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I highly recommend this play.  I LOVED LOVED LOVED it!!  And don't worry, it doesn't need to be all deep and thought provoking, it can just make you laugh and feel good inside for happy endings!!  ;)   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-8765308890973568459?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/8765308890973568459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=8765308890973568459' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8765308890973568459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/8765308890973568459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2007/10/truly-wicked-birthday.html' title='A Truly &quot;Wicked&quot; Birthday!'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RyE3vvJ1V4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/3sxRr1s7DPE/s72-c/Wicked-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-6503976786670466629</id><published>2007-10-08T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:35:23.821-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Woman To Woman: Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://accordingtolei.blogspot.com/2007/10/woman-to-woman-book-review.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119218552604726050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RwseJpuYEyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Ud0NT352ajg/s320/gifbutton.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know, it is hard to recall any other books before the &lt;a href="http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2007/09/stars-in-my-eyes.html"&gt;Twilight Series&lt;/a&gt; came into my life!! LOL! I guess the characters just left a lasting impressions on me! However, I do have other favorites that are stored somewhere in my memory! (I just have to get Edward and Jacob out of the way . . . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://accordingtolei.blogspot.com/2007/10/woman-to-woman-book-review.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119211972714828562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RwsYKpuYExI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/U7i18aePvRM/s320/fb43793509a062fa73da0110_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most poetic and beautifully written books that I have read in a long time is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Secret-Life-Bees-Monk-Kidd/dp/0142001740"&gt;"The Secret Life of Bees" by Sue Monk Kidd&lt;/a&gt;. This is an emotional tale about a young girl who is trying to find her place or rather, purpose in the world without the guidance of a mother. She embarks on a journey of self discovery and self validation that I think could comfort any broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly enjoyed Sue Monk Kidd's style of writing. She uses such strong symbolism and imagery in her sentences that I found myself wanted to read the book again just to highlight some of its passages. One example (of many) that paints a stunning visual image for me is at a point in the book where the characters are walking through the woods saying the Lord's prayers together. Kidd writes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend this book to anyone! Just like a bee's sweet honey, this book can heal you in a variety of ways! (Okay, that was my attempt at a one line review!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-6503976786670466629?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/6503976786670466629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=6503976786670466629' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6503976786670466629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/6503976786670466629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2007/10/woman-to-woman-book-review.html' title='Woman To Woman: Book Review'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RwseJpuYEyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Ud0NT352ajg/s72-c/gifbutton.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-1688135792437815258</id><published>2007-10-07T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:22:40.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Surgery Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am bored . . . really bored. I am happy to report that the removal of the irksome gallbladder went off without a hitch. Lots of drugs . . . which is always nice. But alas, pain killers can only take you so far! LOL! I actually had to cut the Lortab off yesterday because I hate the way it makes me feel. So, for now it is just Ibuprofen for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty much confined to my bed these days as my boys don't seem to understand that they cannot pounce on mommy. So, it is out of fear that I hide in here!! Well, I go out every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has only been 2 whole days and I am ready to be back to normal. I finished reading Wuthering Heights (for the first time, believe it or not) yesterday. It was not the most uplifting books to be reading on your sick bed . . . although I am finding that it has made an impression on my blogging vocabulary. Okay, I will stop with the classical way of speaking!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, just thought that I would visit blogland for a while. Isn't it interesting how when you are feeling completely healthy/ normal there are so many activities and things that you want to do. But here I am, too bored to even read or knit. I guess that I need to change my attitude. So, if anyone is out there, I would love to hear a comment . . . just to know that life it going on in the rest of the world! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-1688135792437815258?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/1688135792437815258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=1688135792437815258' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1688135792437815258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/1688135792437815258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2007/10/post-surgery-boredom.html' title='Post-Surgery Boredom'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-4539223659460888393</id><published>2007-10-02T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:58:41.089-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Day . . . (with impending doom)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past Saturday I had the best best day!! It was a completely girly day as my neighbor, Mandy, and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.mydearlizzie.com/"&gt;Dear Lizzie&lt;/a&gt; and pretty much hung out there for several hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in Utah, you really need to visit this store. It has everything that is required for being a girly girl! :) They have a delicious bistro with pastries and chocolates. The decorating is almost like an over-the-top vintage shabby chic look with glitter galore and lace everywhere! The store is full to the brim with trinkets and treasures in every corner. It seriously takes hours just to carefully examine each and every item!! It is a candy store for the eyes!! I LOVED it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to come home with a few little treasures. I had hoped to post some pictures but I haven't had the chance to incorporate my finds into my decor! I bought some glass prisms that are vintage cut that I am going to hang with silk ribbon in my guest bathroom downstairs. I also bought some ABC cards that (of course) are vintage looking that I was thinking of hanging in Asher's/soon-to-be Myles' room. (Asher would not tolerate such a decoration!) I will post pictures of that eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home (to an empty house as Sterling had Asher and Myles) I put Owen down for a nap and found that I had two packages waiting for me at the front door. What could they be?! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was this adorable purse that I bought from Lisa at &lt;a href="http://pinklemonadeboutique.typepad.com/"&gt;Pink Lemonade boutique&lt;/a&gt;. I have been an admirer of hers for a long time. I finally decided that it was necessary that I own one of her creations before she made it so big that I could not afford one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RwJ4VJuYEvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/S91u0R5ZOLE/s1600-h/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116784431429325554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RwJ4VJuYEvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/S91u0R5ZOLE/s320/023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This purse was one that she made for a craft fair. When I saw it one her website, it was instant love. I was so happy to find out later that it hadn't sold (I can't understand why!) and went onto auction on Ebay! It is beautiful! Lisa is such a talented seamstress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next package was &lt;a href="http://www.purlbee.com/the-purl-bee/2007/9/8/arriving-at-purl-any-minute-now-last-minute-patchwork-quilte.html"&gt;Joelle Hoverson's book "Last-Minute Patchwork and Quilted Gifts"&lt;/a&gt;. I.LOVE.IT.! There are so many cute patterns and ideas in this book! I cannot wait to get started on some of these projects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RwJ4VJuYEwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iFU0c40mHOU/s1600-h/51uvdaqzddl__ss500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116784431429325570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RwJ4VJuYEwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iFU0c40mHOU/s320/51uvdaqzddl__ss500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice, relaxing day! Which was good because, well, I had had this pain in my back for several days. I thought that it was just a pulled muscle. Little did I know that on Monday, when I was rudely awakened by the intense painful feeling of giving birth &lt;em&gt;WHILE&lt;/em&gt; your appendix are bursting &lt;em&gt;WHILE&lt;/em&gt; a cyst is rupturing &lt;em&gt;WHILE&lt;/em&gt; you are having constipation &lt;em&gt;WHILE&lt;/em&gt; someone is stabbing you with sharp razor blades &lt;em&gt;WHILE&lt;/em&gt; throwing up in the toilet that it would be my gallbladder. Oh yes. Gallstones. Me. I never thunk it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, I am going to have surgery soon . . . but until then, the hospital discharged me with the last advice of, "Don't eat anything fattening or fried". Okay. So, now I am living in constant fear over having another attack AND I am starving!!! A recommended diet plan? I think not! So, I will have to post later about how that experience goes . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And- as if this post isn't long enough! I just wanted to add a cute little thing that Myles has started doing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A few nights ago, around 12:30, Sterling and I were asleep in bed when we heard this loud thud! Sterling went to check on it and it was Myles, completely naked, sitting on his training potty in the bathroom. (We have not encouraged any potty training since our &lt;a href="http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2007/06/highlights.html"&gt;last attempt!&lt;/a&gt;) He was so proud that we could hardly get mad at him. Sterling came back to bed and we just sat there in shock, waiting . . . not sure how long it was going to take Myles to "finish his business". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After about ten minutes we finally insisted that he put his diaper back on and GO TO SLEEP!!! I think that he is trying to tell us something . . . like maybe he is ready!! He has done this twice now. The sad thing is, with this surgery coming up, I don't think that I am going to be in any shape for potty training! Myles might just have to wait a few more weeks. In the meantime, I am going to get him some Pull-Ups so that there are not middle-of-the night accidents! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-4539223659460888393?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/4539223659460888393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=4539223659460888393' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4539223659460888393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4539223659460888393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2007/10/perfect-day-with-impending-doom.html' title='The Perfect Day . . . (with impending doom)'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RwJ4VJuYEvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/S91u0R5ZOLE/s72-c/023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11613792.post-4547049515510193589</id><published>2007-09-18T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T12:33:44.822-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Stars in my eyes . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello there my long lost friends. If it seems that I have been missing in action, well, then it is true! I have found a pleasant distraction lately and his name is Edward. I am infatuated and loving it! Forget the fact that he is in love with a girl named Bella! I am more like a voyeur watching in on their relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before you think that I have completely lost it - I am talking about the &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilightseries.html"&gt;Twilight Series&lt;/a&gt; by Stephanie Meyer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RvAZxS6BZCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0SgxPvZhB70/s1600-h/twilightcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RvAZxS6BZCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0SgxPvZhB70/s320/twilightcover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111613911744996386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how I can put this to you any more clearly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU.MUST.READ.THESE.BOOKS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; They are so great!! I am serious, I have not been addicted to a book (or books) like this in a long time, actually ever. I don't know if this means that I am going through some sort of 1/3 life crisis but, it makes my heart beat faster just reading about the situations in Meyer's books! They are AWESOME!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, if you are bored, sick, depressed, looking for something to do in your (nonexistent) spare time, start reading these books!!! As I told my neighbor who I lent a copy to, "let your love affair begin tonight!!" LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here, I will make this very easy for you, all you have to do is go to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Twilight-Saga-Book-1/dp/0316015849/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-2180430-2528913?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1190134671&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and purchase them now. You will want all three because, well, it hasn't even been a week since I got my hands on Twilight and I am already halfway through the third one. When, I finish, I seriously think that I am going to start all over and read them again, more slowly! LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**For those of you who have already read the books, I don't know if you knew this but Stephanie Meyer has a &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; with additional chapters that were removed during the editing process and new chapters that she actually wrote in response to readers questions. How cool is that?! If that isn't enough, she is also working on a new book written from Edward's perspective AND she has the first chapter on her &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;!!! Go!! NOW!! :) :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11613792-4547049515510193589?l=freshpreserves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/feeds/4547049515510193589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11613792&amp;postID=4547049515510193589' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4547049515510193589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11613792/posts/default/4547049515510193589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshpreserves.blogspot.com/2007/09/stars-in-my-eyes.html' title='Stars in my eyes . . .'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13465718850145599204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/SbV-Pd766YI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/p0chvcCA_Ig/S220/houstoncruise+022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__gpzM9rKse0/RvAZxS6BZCI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0SgxPvZhB70/s72-c/twilightcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
