<?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-2707266808520896147</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:46:09.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stamped Memories</title><subtitle type='html'>The big and little adventures of the Rushton Family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-1542776147517121948</id><published>2011-04-05T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T14:59:25.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This past weekend was General Conference.&amp;nbsp; For the past three years or so that has meant a full house with lots of roommates, boys and friends.&amp;nbsp; This year was a little different. We did have young men over on Sunday for dinner, however most of the watching of conference was just us, home alone, in front of the TV.&amp;nbsp; It was a great conference, and as usual, I have much to work on and improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When Hubby and Only Son left for the priesthood session, the girls and I did a simple girls night.&amp;nbsp; It mostly consisted of Nail Polish and Chocolate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4S5qMxoJG8/TZuOQ0oCrBI/AAAAAAAACSU/E7T_UWHnFDw/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4S5qMxoJG8/TZuOQ0oCrBI/AAAAAAAACSU/E7T_UWHnFDw/s400/005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is just D1's collection- now we know what she spends her money on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tIQT4MaGtdo/TZuOYx62_zI/AAAAAAAACSY/tQxZgnKVqjM/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tIQT4MaGtdo/TZuOYx62_zI/AAAAAAAACSY/tQxZgnKVqjM/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IhHmqX-KTZY/TZuOhQHqf8I/AAAAAAAACSc/f-nH6Kylk_Y/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IhHmqX-KTZY/TZuOhQHqf8I/AAAAAAAACSc/f-nH6Kylk_Y/s400/007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course we had to watch Tangled also!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkN9sz8XDP4/TZuOrN4hJXI/AAAAAAAACSg/Es5I6F4dKsI/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TkN9sz8XDP4/TZuOrN4hJXI/AAAAAAAACSg/Es5I6F4dKsI/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wQTrTAG7E9I/TZuOzXcB5-I/AAAAAAAACSk/EpXq-nsG9wY/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wQTrTAG7E9I/TZuOzXcB5-I/AAAAAAAACSk/EpXq-nsG9wY/s400/010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXEJM7LH_pM/TZuO8aUn2wI/AAAAAAAACSo/iMJua_i5NP4/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CXEJM7LH_pM/TZuO8aUn2wI/AAAAAAAACSo/iMJua_i5NP4/s400/011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great time. I am so glad my girls still like to spend time with me.&amp;nbsp; (of course after the priesthood session when the young men where done, I was forgotten!)&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/2707266808520896147-1542776147517121948?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1542776147517121948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=1542776147517121948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1542776147517121948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1542776147517121948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2011/04/girls-night.html' title='Girls Night'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r4S5qMxoJG8/TZuOQ0oCrBI/AAAAAAAACSU/E7T_UWHnFDw/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-5893535199670299185</id><published>2011-03-19T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:38:47.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our St. Pattie's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: left;"&gt;First let me start out by saying sorry for the HORRIBLE photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are older and not really in to the whole St. Patrick's day thing.&amp;nbsp;I decorate of course and try to get them a little excited each year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They do want to wear green, but not alot.&amp;nbsp; Here is what we did this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First our Leprechaun came very LATE&amp;nbsp; Wednesday night (or maybe even Thursday morning) and left these little green baskets filled with "gold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iU2n96oHmiA/TYVJtvUcl6I/AAAAAAAACRo/FxCoxNshCu4/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iU2n96oHmiA/TYVJtvUcl6I/AAAAAAAACRo/FxCoxNshCu4/s400/012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AikqsuSNBwM/TYVJ2yxvEYI/AAAAAAAACRs/66sD-pw9R_Q/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AikqsuSNBwM/TYVJ2yxvEYI/AAAAAAAACRs/66sD-pw9R_Q/s400/014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For the girls I made these super easy but cute hair clips so the girls&amp;nbsp;could have just a &lt;em&gt;pinch&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; of green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I even wore one. (sorry none for the boys of the house.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PiQs1Dr42bk/TYVJ6qKfXdI/AAAAAAAACRw/4J2KBkbgCt8/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PiQs1Dr42bk/TYVJ6qKfXdI/AAAAAAAACRw/4J2KBkbgCt8/s400/009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For roadshow practice, I made green rice crispy treats--yum, we had some the next day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-W3ZmEm0qMXE/TYVKEhHmhqI/AAAAAAAACR0/pylFyGnSvjk/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-W3ZmEm0qMXE/TYVKEhHmhqI/AAAAAAAACR0/pylFyGnSvjk/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On Thursday night we had, what else, green eggs and ham, but you probably have already seen a bunch of those photos (and I forgot to take some)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It turned out to be a fun day, even for those who don't want to celebrate!&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/2707266808520896147-5893535199670299185?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5893535199670299185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=5893535199670299185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5893535199670299185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5893535199670299185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-st-patties-day.html' title='Our St. Pattie&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iU2n96oHmiA/TYVJtvUcl6I/AAAAAAAACRo/FxCoxNshCu4/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-6542895447137929885</id><published>2011-03-16T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T09:19:46.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Millionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;D3 was in the&amp;nbsp;Spring Play at the High School this last week. She worked so hard and put in a lot of hours.&amp;nbsp; It turned out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her&amp;nbsp;is a small&amp;nbsp;snippet if you are interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-picasa-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-M2RBTaeAwGA/TYATGjtHWKI/AAAAAAAACRI/_urzuion4KY/s1600/048.MPG" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Da6e56b7691ea8d68%26itag%3D18%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1300260731%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3DBF7ACD2CB07C8191F46DAE772D0E590BEB362664.3341332A7AC88D0290A55AF57A18144183868318%26key%3Dlh1" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fv23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com%2Fvideoplayback%3Fid%3Da6e56b7691ea8d68%26itag%3D18%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1300260731%26sparams%3Did%2Citag%2Cip%2Cipbits%2Cexpire%26signature%3DBF7ACD2CB07C8191F46DAE772D0E590BEB362664.3341332A7AC88D0290A55AF57A18144183868318%26key%3Dlh1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-J2nLurYNRl4/TYDi-OXPa0I/AAAAAAAACRc/eVChOAie9hQ/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-J2nLurYNRl4/TYDi-OXPa0I/AAAAAAAACRc/eVChOAie9hQ/s320/054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did a great job and I am very proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-6542895447137929885?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6542895447137929885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=6542895447137929885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6542895447137929885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6542895447137929885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/happiest-millionaire.html' title='The Happiest Millionaire'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-J2nLurYNRl4/TYDi-OXPa0I/AAAAAAAACRc/eVChOAie9hQ/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-5675008435226715076</id><published>2011-03-14T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:20:48.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys and Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I know, Its been a while,&amp;nbsp;lots to catch up on....maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this last week D2 was home for Spring Break.&amp;nbsp; Its always fun when everyone is together.&amp;nbsp; We did lots of fun things like family photos, D3's play, dates and movies, and just hanging out.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night D1 and D2 had young men coming over.&amp;nbsp; I decided to be the nice mom (hey it happens sometimes) and made cookies for them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a double batch of white and chocolate chip cookies, probably 60 to 70 cookies.&amp;nbsp; Then I went to bed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning this is what I woke up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6HT5iDNFOyA/TX7Z-VygpbI/AAAAAAAACQQ/mJkLL5JFH-Y/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6HT5iDNFOyA/TX7Z-VygpbI/AAAAAAAACQQ/mJkLL5JFH-Y/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yep, that's right, 6 cookies.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hmmmm.&amp;nbsp; Good thing I like them all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-5675008435226715076?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5675008435226715076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=5675008435226715076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5675008435226715076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5675008435226715076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2011/03/boys-and-cookies.html' title='Boys and Cookies'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6HT5iDNFOyA/TX7Z-VygpbI/AAAAAAAACQQ/mJkLL5JFH-Y/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-69020672428691713</id><published>2010-11-03T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:27:26.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With The Youth-Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Wednesday, someone kidnapped Bishop Wood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The young Detectives had to figure out who it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Suspects (sorry some of the photos are really blurry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGi7-6Un9I/AAAAAAAACJI/Q4nff1PXjo4/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGi7-6Un9I/AAAAAAAACJI/Q4nff1PXjo4/s400/016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sis. Pheasant An accomplished musician who is grumpy with the bishop because he wouldn't approve her music choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGkcWT965I/AAAAAAAACJM/e6pFDwN5zgg/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGkcWT965I/AAAAAAAACJM/e6pFDwN5zgg/s400/018.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brother Adams- the Elder's Quorum President and an avid golf nut.&amp;nbsp; Bishop&amp;nbsp;beat him at the last tournament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGkukXvaoI/AAAAAAAACJU/bUHQEtUTz0A/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGkukXvaoI/AAAAAAAACJU/bUHQEtUTz0A/s400/021.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sister Grace, the activities committee leader, she thinks the bishop has stiffed her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGlHyWsJxI/AAAAAAAACJg/IAw0JmbpjVA/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGlHyWsJxI/AAAAAAAACJg/IAw0JmbpjVA/s400/027.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sister Snow, A.K.A the black widow.&amp;nbsp; She wants to date the bishops son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGlR6hk0XI/AAAAAAAACJk/B0o71ddkzBk/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGlR6hk0XI/AAAAAAAACJk/B0o71ddkzBk/s400/031.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Professor Prune is very irritated with the bishops grammar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGmfOwYDUI/AAAAAAAACJo/HAk8ouGXenY/s1600/178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGmfOwYDUI/AAAAAAAACJo/HAk8ouGXenY/s400/178.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Brother Brown hates the bishop's use of baseball illustrations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGmrp0YV1I/AAAAAAAACJs/tkWnCoETlBA/s1600/187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGmrp0YV1I/AAAAAAAACJs/tkWnCoETlBA/s400/187.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sister Spears is considering being offended by the bishops talks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGpq6wxwZI/AAAAAAAACJw/vjpQRXrw3BQ/s1600/182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGpq6wxwZI/AAAAAAAACJw/vjpQRXrw3BQ/s400/182.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colonel Musket A good army man who disagrees with the bishops political choices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGpysLcYFI/AAAAAAAACJ0/DJLvsMY89EY/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGpysLcYFI/AAAAAAAACJ0/DJLvsMY89EY/s400/023.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ben Burnsides loves to cook dinners for all the activities but did the bishop make fun of this short tempered man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGp6bQJ8KI/AAAAAAAACJ4/3o42mQQcvis/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGp6bQJ8KI/AAAAAAAACJ4/3o42mQQcvis/s400/019.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bubba is the Bishops mechanic but he has a bit of a conspiracy theory complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The detectives had to question the suspects to figure out what weapon was used, what room the crime took place in and of course who did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGtXHoMWGI/AAAAAAAACKE/KAP4y9uwJ8M/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGtXHoMWGI/AAAAAAAACKE/KAP4y9uwJ8M/s400/026.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGv4Kb8FTI/AAAAAAAACKI/vhOslpTfWy0/s1600/186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGv4Kb8FTI/AAAAAAAACKI/vhOslpTfWy0/s320/186.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGwBfdX3AI/AAAAAAAACKM/9VzR6gT_-Xw/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGwBfdX3AI/AAAAAAAACKM/9VzR6gT_-Xw/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGwJsS7mOI/AAAAAAAACKQ/pmSWOdvu8Vw/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGwJsS7mOI/AAAAAAAACKQ/pmSWOdvu8Vw/s320/032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGwVyYYw2I/AAAAAAAACKU/wxQnh4aS34g/s1600/179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGwVyYYw2I/AAAAAAAACKU/wxQnh4aS34g/s400/179.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was a police officer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGw_dxk-MI/AAAAAAAACKY/OHaN9APk1xQ/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGw_dxk-MI/AAAAAAAACKY/OHaN9APk1xQ/s400/022.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and if the detectives broke the rules, they got thrown in jail...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGyhTYDJfI/AAAAAAAACKc/S2BNXvmTPQ4/s1600/188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGyhTYDJfI/AAAAAAAACKc/S2BNXvmTPQ4/s320/188.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNG1aehK3dI/AAAAAAAACKs/BGPmCuML_qI/s1600/177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNG1aehK3dI/AAAAAAAACKs/BGPmCuML_qI/s320/177.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But they could always plead their case&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGyuE4x2_I/AAAAAAAACKg/-xw5N_M9Y_w/s1600/193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGyuE4x2_I/AAAAAAAACKg/-xw5N_M9Y_w/s320/193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGy1YRB-JI/AAAAAAAACKk/hjgtZLAomwI/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGy1YRB-JI/AAAAAAAACKk/hjgtZLAomwI/s400/025.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to the judge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGzAuDZBCI/AAAAAAAACKo/u7JjYT0HENQ/s1600/195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGzAuDZBCI/AAAAAAAACKo/u7JjYT0HENQ/s320/195.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the end, the kidnapper was caught and the case was solved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think the youth had a great time, I know I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-69020672428691713?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/69020672428691713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=69020672428691713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/69020672428691713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/69020672428691713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-with-youth-part-2.html' title='Fun With The Youth-Part 2'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TNGi7-6Un9I/AAAAAAAACJI/Q4nff1PXjo4/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-4841583897972768829</id><published>2010-11-01T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:40:15.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With The Youth--Part 1</title><content type='html'>Okay, don't everyone pass out.&amp;nbsp; I know I have been a horrible blogger as of late but it has been a little (okay a whole lot) busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would try to get caught up but there is just to much to mentions and I am sure it would bore most of you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big thing that happened was I got a new calling.&amp;nbsp; (about two months ago.)&amp;nbsp; I am now the Young Women's president of our ward.&amp;nbsp; I loved serving with R.L and D.W and the others.&amp;nbsp; I was sad to see them go onto other places to serve.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure how the girls feel about this change but I have to say I LOVE my new calling (that is when I am not scared to death of my new calling!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is I get to hang out with all of our fun youth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August the bishop gave all the youth a challenge to read the D&amp;amp;C by October. Those who took and finished the challenge would get to go to a corn maze. Last week we loaded up 5 boys, 5 girls and 4 leaders who finished the challenge along with the Bishop and his wife and went to Cornbellys at Thanksgiving Point. Besides the corn maze there were lots of other things to do. Here are just a few of the many photos I took (and some I borrowed from D. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8wqSM0TzI/AAAAAAAACIU/dXy4_QAX8ZM/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8wqSM0TzI/AAAAAAAACIU/dXy4_QAX8ZM/s400/013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8xdYN9rdI/AAAAAAAACIY/fjHEI3wrbh8/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8xdYN9rdI/AAAAAAAACIY/fjHEI3wrbh8/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8xpLP7GlI/AAAAAAAACIc/bMK0I4RS45s/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8xpLP7GlI/AAAAAAAACIc/bMK0I4RS45s/s400/005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8x0LMH33I/AAAAAAAACIg/rhQQT0GShrU/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8x0LMH33I/AAAAAAAACIg/rhQQT0GShrU/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8x9dv6V-I/AAAAAAAACIk/qZn2obeCE5k/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8x9dv6V-I/AAAAAAAACIk/qZn2obeCE5k/s400/011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It rained and SNOWED while we were there.&amp;nbsp; I did a lot of hanging out at the fire pits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8yDZ5en3I/AAAAAAAACIo/OQIvfqex_rM/s1600/72736_10150117319784572_797224571_7626597_7088109_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8yDZ5en3I/AAAAAAAACIo/OQIvfqex_rM/s400/72736_10150117319784572_797224571_7626597_7088109_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8yH12vCtI/AAAAAAAACIw/6zB3-OioP1w/s1600/75145_10150117320034572_797224571_7626604_4675646_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8yH12vCtI/AAAAAAAACIw/6zB3-OioP1w/s400/75145_10150117320034572_797224571_7626604_4675646_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guess who was the biggest pansy in the "haunted cave?"&amp;nbsp; Yep D3 and D4 screamed all the way through it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8yIRr4cxI/AAAAAAAACI0/izbjcWmI-YU/s1600/76764_10150117319689572_797224571_7626595_5980403_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8yIRr4cxI/AAAAAAAACI0/izbjcWmI-YU/s400/76764_10150117319689572_797224571_7626595_5980403_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was so tempting to leave her there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks Bishop and you wonderful Youth.&amp;nbsp; You really are the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-4841583897972768829?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4841583897972768829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=4841583897972768829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4841583897972768829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4841583897972768829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-with-youth-part-1.html' title='Fun With The Youth--Part 1'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TM8wqSM0TzI/AAAAAAAACIU/dXy4_QAX8ZM/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-8206496514006161963</id><published>2010-08-18T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T10:45:00.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who told her she could grow up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;D5 has been growing her hair out for over a year.&amp;nbsp; Its long, stringy and unmanageable.&amp;nbsp; She loved it long but she also wanted to donate it.&amp;nbsp; Last night after much thought (on her part not mine) she decided it was time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a before picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TGwa5zemOLI/AAAAAAAACGE/1LosUzanwXQ/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TGwa5zemOLI/AAAAAAAACGE/1LosUzanwXQ/s320/046.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is an after shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TGwa953vOxI/AAAAAAAACGI/CfRXBeSXnNE/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TGwa953vOxI/AAAAAAAACGI/CfRXBeSXnNE/s320/047.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TGwbClqrA3I/AAAAAAAACGM/PC5HiMp6C3Q/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TGwbClqrA3I/AAAAAAAACGM/PC5HiMp6C3Q/s320/048.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't she look so grown up?&amp;nbsp; And she made a big grown up decision also.&amp;nbsp; I am so proud of her (and a little sad, my baby is growing up.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-8206496514006161963?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8206496514006161963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=8206496514006161963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8206496514006161963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8206496514006161963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/who-told-her-she-could-grow-up.html' title='Who told her she could grow up?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TGwa5zemOLI/AAAAAAAACGE/1LosUzanwXQ/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-4597885506708824302</id><published>2010-08-12T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:10:20.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of my Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TGQpq6oF1MI/AAAAAAAACFw/jsWwYI0TQt4/s1600/IMG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TGQpq6oF1MI/AAAAAAAACFw/jsWwYI0TQt4/s400/IMG.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My dear grandma passed away this last weekend on Aug 7.&amp;nbsp; How grateful I am to be her grandaughter.&amp;nbsp; I learned so much from her.&amp;nbsp; Other than my own mother, she has influenced my life more than any other person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her passing was a blessing.&amp;nbsp; She wanted to be reunited with so many who had gone before.&amp;nbsp; We are not sad, we are happy for her.&amp;nbsp; But she will be missed.&amp;nbsp; More than any words can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To see the Obituary &lt;a href="http://www.olpinhoopes.com/web/index.php?option=com_facileforms&amp;amp;Itemid=39&amp;amp;id=313"&gt;click here.&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/2707266808520896147-4597885506708824302?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4597885506708824302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=4597885506708824302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4597885506708824302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4597885506708824302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-honor-of-my-grandma.html' title='In Honor of my Grandma'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TGQpq6oF1MI/AAAAAAAACFw/jsWwYI0TQt4/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-233173881013741947</id><published>2010-07-19T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T10:50:44.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a crazy summer</title><content type='html'>I have loads of photos but not time. I promise to post photos of all our adventures in the next few posts but for those family members who think we have fallen off the planet, here is a run down of the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 24- 30 Hubby and I went to San Diego for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth of July weekend complete with parades, BBQ's, picnic at the park, fire works, oh and the flu. &amp;nbsp;D1 and roomies also&amp;nbsp;came through for a short visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 5- 10 Only son went to scout camp for a week while the rest of us tried to recover and prepare for another outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 10 Hubby and I and some friends ran the Hobble Creak race (I did a 5K and he did a half marathon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also chaperoned the youth dance that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 12-15 D4 and I were at Girls Camp, D3 was at SBO camp, D5 and Only Son, hung out at Grandma and Grandpas and Hubby went to Ohio, Atlanta and Dallas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 16 Hubby returned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 17 Hubby ran a charity race in Far west/ Pleasant green and I was a volunteer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 17- 18 I went to Idaho to Hang out with D1 and watch as she got set apart in her new calling (RS first counselor) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 19 I think I need to clean my house, do some laundry and go shopping....oh and take a nap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-233173881013741947?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/233173881013741947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=233173881013741947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/233173881013741947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/233173881013741947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-crazy-summer.html' title='What a crazy summer'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-591318141151576311</id><published>2010-07-05T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:28:06.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ragnar Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, I didn't think it would really take me to July to post but so much has happened that it has.&amp;nbsp; I have a lot to catch up on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First things first,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hubby and his teammates did the &lt;a href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/wasatchback/index.php"&gt;Ragnar&lt;/a&gt; in June.&amp;nbsp; If you are not sure what the Ragnar is, let me explain.&amp;nbsp; It is a 188 mile run with a team of 12 runners.&amp;nbsp;Each runner, runs three legs and each leg is anywhere from 5 to 8 miles.&amp;nbsp;Hubby's team started at around 8 am Friday morning and finished around 3 pm Saturday.&amp;nbsp; --CRAZY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We drove up to Park City on Saturday to see them run in.&amp;nbsp; It was hot and I have never seen so many people in one place in all my life.&amp;nbsp; Truly it was insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TDKMpzk1ALI/AAAAAAAACCw/pJTzV3G8O30/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TDKMpzk1ALI/AAAAAAAACCw/pJTzV3G8O30/s320/001.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bishop was the final runner on the team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TDKMKCDVfJI/AAAAAAAACCg/rKKtk_1RT2o/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TDKMKCDVfJI/AAAAAAAACCg/rKKtk_1RT2o/s400/005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The whole team crossing the finish line together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TDKMBK-7kNI/AAAAAAAACCY/bs4eQY-WZNU/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TDKMBK-7kNI/AAAAAAAACCY/bs4eQY-WZNU/s400/018.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The team, 7 women and&amp;nbsp;5 men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TDKMudyZsuI/AAAAAAAACC4/QScwkH-5-aE/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TDKMudyZsuI/AAAAAAAACC4/QScwkH-5-aE/s400/023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The team logo, one of the rules were that the vans that carried the runners had to be decorated.&amp;nbsp; This is the back window on the van Hubby rode in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TDKMRkiP8hI/AAAAAAAACCo/eOIyT6CBjTw/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TDKMRkiP8hI/AAAAAAAACCo/eOIyT6CBjTw/s400/017.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He was very tired (and a little smelly) but D5 was glad to have him back. Check out that medal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am so proud of hubby, he trained very hard.&amp;nbsp; I am also glad there were no injuries and they had a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I still think its CRAZY!!!! (but what do I know.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-591318141151576311?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/591318141151576311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=591318141151576311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/591318141151576311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/591318141151576311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/07/ragnar-report.html' title='Ragnar Report'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TDKMpzk1ALI/AAAAAAAACCw/pJTzV3G8O30/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7498341456298735634</id><published>2010-06-09T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T07:47:51.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it June already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love it. Warm sunny days, vacations planned and only 6 months till Christmas; but really how did we get to June? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;School is out for all of the kids. The last two weeks of school are always such a whirlwind. There are concerts and performances, field days and field trips, carnivals and movie days. There is also that last minute report, the finals to study for. Graduations and promotions, (even if it is just for friends.) Last get &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;togethers&lt;/span&gt; and parties.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also had 3 birthdays, my moms, my mother-in-laws and Only Son's. Only Son celebrated his 13th with a slumber party ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-iaO-64yI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/bWhXa7O-PSM/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-iaO-64yI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/bWhXa7O-PSM/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can not believe he is already a teenager.&amp;nbsp; Time goes by way to quickly!&amp;nbsp; He and his friends had a great time running through the house, playing Nerf gun wars, watching movies and eating pizza.&amp;nbsp; They also loved tormenting D1 and her friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah, did I mention that the same night as the planned sleepover D1 came home for Memorial Day weekend with some of her &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;roomies&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-ijmw025I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/qQrYkXk6jTs/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-ijmw025I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/qQrYkXk6jTs/s400/022.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Along with M and M we had other friends and &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt; brothers in and out all weekend. (and lots more pizza!) Oh and did I mention we also had the Golden Years Banquet and the Seminary Closing Social all on that day also?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last weekend was hubby's and mine 22nd anniversary. It was time for a break so we headed up to Ogden.&amp;nbsp; We got a nice room at a Pine View Hotel in Ogden Canyon.&amp;nbsp; After getting lost in Ogden we finally found a place to eat and then watched the movie Prince of Persia (I really liked it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday morning we did some hiking up Ogden Canyon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-jF8Q8nQI/AAAAAAAAB_4/a8f6ArffLiQ/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-jF8Q8nQI/AAAAAAAAB_4/a8f6ArffLiQ/s400/003.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-l2K_1K_I/AAAAAAAACAA/1WqTOR7lR1g/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-l2K_1K_I/AAAAAAAACAA/1WqTOR7lR1g/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-l_0a3WsI/AAAAAAAACAI/BVsnlJtECNE/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-l_0a3WsI/AAAAAAAACAI/BVsnlJtECNE/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was so nice to get away even if it was only a little &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;overnighter&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I believe I am one of the luckiest women in the world.&amp;nbsp; I have now been married longer than I was not, I am not sure how that happened but I wouldn't trade it for anything.&amp;nbsp;Hubby truly is my best friend and I am looking forward to many more wonderful adventures with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So June is here, let the madness of jobs, friends, vacations, camps, reunions and all those other activities begin... I am ready...I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-iuomo7sI/AAAAAAAAB_g/j98ZbYSGHAs/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-iuomo7sI/AAAAAAAAB_g/j98ZbYSGHAs/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We will just make sure there is lots of pizza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-i3pyuG8I/AAAAAAAAB_o/UzMTmDls0Wk/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-i3pyuG8I/AAAAAAAAB_o/UzMTmDls0Wk/s400/024.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and time to be together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-i_d9KPMI/AAAAAAAAB_w/UkKMgGLzfSk/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-i_d9KPMI/AAAAAAAAB_w/UkKMgGLzfSk/s400/030.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and hopefully time to rest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-ntPA1dkI/AAAAAAAACAQ/Uw-j0YM58q4/s1600/013_NEW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-ntPA1dkI/AAAAAAAACAQ/Uw-j0YM58q4/s400/013_NEW.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I will see you in July!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/2707266808520896147-7498341456298735634?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7498341456298735634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7498341456298735634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7498341456298735634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7498341456298735634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-it-june-already.html' title='Is it June already?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/TA-iaO-64yI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/bWhXa7O-PSM/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7348520523172296000</id><published>2010-05-18T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T12:20:23.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have the best family. My mom, sisters and sister-in-laws are my closest friends and we have so much fun when we are together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Friday, Carla hosted a "do it yourself" Spa night. Some of the older granddaughters joined us for a night of pampering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did facials and mud masks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_LlTHcsSPI/AAAAAAAAB74/UlOswxPxZwo/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_LlTHcsSPI/AAAAAAAAB74/UlOswxPxZwo/s400/012.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_Llr4QW3KI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/geQ3Rm5iKHQ/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_Llr4QW3KI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/geQ3Rm5iKHQ/s400/020.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was LOTS and &lt;strong&gt;LOTS&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; of nail polish ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_LlAC-ugrI/AAAAAAAAB7o/AyGL7WwBpZg/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_LlAC-ugrI/AAAAAAAAB7o/AyGL7WwBpZg/s400/008.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also did Satin Hands and Manicures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_Lk5lIk0XI/AAAAAAAAB7g/bQW73KxcZvY/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_Lk5lIk0XI/AAAAAAAAB7g/bQW73KxcZvY/s400/005.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foot soaks and pedicures...&amp;nbsp; (oh so relaxing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_LlbqDvMVI/AAAAAAAAB8A/WtASCt3Y9hU/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_LlbqDvMVI/AAAAAAAAB8A/WtASCt3Y9hU/s400/016.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Waxing ...and I don't care what anyone says (Carla)... It HURTS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_LljKHx-aI/AAAAAAAAB8I/ZmP_WC4cKwQ/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_LljKHx-aI/AAAAAAAAB8I/ZmP_WC4cKwQ/s400/018.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But probably the biggest hit of the evening was the&amp;nbsp;(faux)&amp;nbsp;Glitter Toes . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_Ll1hCf5zI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/FAcd165syhA/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_Ll1hCf5zI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/FAcd165syhA/s400/024.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We also enjoyed a nice dinner.&amp;nbsp; When all was said and done we were beautiful and relaxed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_LlJYa2mgI/AAAAAAAAB7w/LJBGMPb1Oo8/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_LlJYa2mgI/AAAAAAAAB7w/LJBGMPb1Oo8/s400/009.JPG" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(well some of us were)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a great evening.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-7348520523172296000?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7348520523172296000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7348520523172296000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7348520523172296000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7348520523172296000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S_LlTHcsSPI/AAAAAAAAB74/UlOswxPxZwo/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-4132041020475428249</id><published>2010-05-11T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:39:52.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom 2010</title><content type='html'>Prom night finally came and D3 had a blast. She also looked so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-mV59nV4HI/AAAAAAAAB6o/VI3NYEcJWdY/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-mV59nV4HI/AAAAAAAAB6o/VI3NYEcJWdY/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470068045442834546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-mV5FIQ1FI/AAAAAAAAB6g/wy9Icbew7Jw/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-mV5FIQ1FI/AAAAAAAAB6g/wy9Icbew7Jw/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470068030280094802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-mV4mH0ZII/AAAAAAAAB6Y/T9u9hrxm8x0/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-mV4mH0ZII/AAAAAAAAB6Y/T9u9hrxm8x0/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470068021956732034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It truly was a night to remember. (even for her mom.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-4132041020475428249?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4132041020475428249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=4132041020475428249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4132041020475428249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4132041020475428249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/prom-2010.html' title='Prom 2010'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-mV59nV4HI/AAAAAAAAB6o/VI3NYEcJWdY/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-8627080604319709510</id><published>2010-05-08T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:31:19.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running...it's (not) in my blood</title><content type='html'>I am not sure how it happened but it did, I find myself &lt;em&gt;running.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;(okay lets be honest, its not really running, its walking fast alternating with running slow.)&amp;nbsp;Weird, me running.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why I do it, I don't really enjoy it, or maybe I do, who knows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started last summer, hubby and D1 decided to do a 5K, I watched them, they did good.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Then I decided I wanted to loose some weight so I started walking.&amp;nbsp; It took me 20 minutes to walk my subdivision one time. (.9 miles.)&amp;nbsp; I have never been a runner but I enjoyed my morning walks (time to myself) and decided to step it up a little.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't long before I could do two laps in about 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;In August, Only Son joined the Cross Country Team at school.&amp;nbsp; He &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; to run and he is fast too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September came and I did my first 5K.&amp;nbsp; I walked&amp;nbsp; almost all of it.&amp;nbsp; I did it in around 42 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Just before my surgery this year I did another 5K in about 43 minutes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby decided to join the Ragnar team (stupid, crazy!) and started running every morning and running long runs on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February,&amp;nbsp;as soon as I could, I started walking again.&amp;nbsp; I had May 1 circled on my calendar.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hubby and Bishop were going to do a half marathon, (13 miles) I decided &amp;nbsp;not only was I going to do the 5K but I was going to do it in my best time ever. In order to do that I had to pick up the pace, I had to add running, real running, to the program.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;In March, Only Son joined the track team and although lots of meets got canceled due to the weather, he did really well.&amp;nbsp; His best time was the mile in 7.19 minutes (or something like that.)&amp;nbsp; He took 6th at district. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1 came, it was wet, windy, rainy, snowy and even a little hail. We drove to Provo anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-YZXT7sfqI/AAAAAAAAB5g/lR64XrM9DV4/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-YZXT7sfqI/AAAAAAAAB5g/lR64XrM9DV4/s400/012.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we met up with our&amp;nbsp; friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-YZfXm0qMI/AAAAAAAAB5o/zO5mvO_EPQo/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-YZfXm0qMI/AAAAAAAAB5o/zO5mvO_EPQo/s400/013.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and we ran our races.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-YZ6pheF-I/AAAAAAAAB5w/baDjWun7uIE/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-YZ6pheF-I/AAAAAAAAB5w/baDjWun7uIE/s320/010.JPG" tt="true" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hubby did amazing.&amp;nbsp; His first half marathon in 1hour 58 minutes (and some seconds.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-YZ8F5OTII/AAAAAAAAB54/OZMAZ87WByw/s1600/Tracy+run.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-YZ8F5OTII/AAAAAAAAB54/OZMAZ87WByw/s400/Tracy+run.bmp" tt="true" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(I am the second runner in this photo- not the first)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; My goal was to beat my own best time. I was hoping for 40 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I ran some and walked most but I did it in 36 minutes and a few seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention it was cold and very wet?&amp;nbsp; But we did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today was another 5k---well sort of. It was a fundraiser run and the kids directing the run had us turn way to early so we ended up only doing about 2 miles.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-YbF7kbzxI/AAAAAAAAB6A/O6XIi7XoUnM/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-YbF7kbzxI/AAAAAAAAB6A/O6XIi7XoUnM/s320/016.JPG" tt="true" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-YbO6JRyUI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/3BQ7xDiSq7s/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-YbO6JRyUI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/3BQ7xDiSq7s/s320/020.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Only son and Hubby ran it in about 17 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-YbJXHlMXI/AAAAAAAAB6I/sowZft1STQ8/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-YbJXHlMXI/AAAAAAAAB6I/sowZft1STQ8/s400/017.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once again, I ran some and walked more and finished in 22 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am not sure I enjoy running but others in my family do so maybe its in my blood. Maybe its not;&amp;nbsp; Come August I am &lt;em&gt;RUNNING&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; a 5k - the whole thing. (wish me luck.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-8627080604319709510?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8627080604319709510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=8627080604319709510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8627080604319709510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8627080604319709510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/05/runningits-not-in-my-blood.html' title='Running...it&apos;s (not) in my blood'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S-YZXT7sfqI/AAAAAAAAB5g/lR64XrM9DV4/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-6585592837838540584</id><published>2010-04-27T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T11:12:14.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a date!</title><content type='html'>For most this is not new, I think everyone has heard the screams but now here are the photos to go with this wonderful story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D3 is going to the Prom! So what, whats the big deal you may say?&amp;nbsp; Well to understand you have to go back to the begining of the year.&amp;nbsp; You see there is this young man, we will call him CS.&amp;nbsp; He is the Bomb if you ask D3.&amp;nbsp; He is a swimmer, a singer, a guitar player.&amp;nbsp; He is also a senior and the Student Body President. D3 has a had a little (okay HUGE) crush on him all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;About a month ago D3 got a poster that she was going to be asked to Prom.&amp;nbsp; She had no idea who it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S9cmZTvH2wI/AAAAAAAAB2g/U1FinZMUitQ/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S9cmZTvH2wI/AAAAAAAAB2g/U1FinZMUitQ/s400/055.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of the clues said she would find out at the "show"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last week was the Talent Show at the High School.&amp;nbsp; For the last performance, D3 was called up to the stage with another girl.&amp;nbsp; She sat on a chair and the music started to play.&amp;nbsp; Someone was singing "will you go to prom with me?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S9cmgCNRX2I/AAAAAAAAB2o/vTkVtbIL2fs/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S9cmgCNRX2I/AAAAAAAAB2o/vTkVtbIL2fs/s400/041.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The curtins opened up and guess who was singing?&amp;nbsp; Yep&amp;nbsp; CS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S9cmjgEws_I/AAAAAAAAB2w/N3pV7FAyxTA/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S9cmjgEws_I/AAAAAAAAB2w/N3pV7FAyxTA/s400/040.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He had a sign around his neck with her name on it.&amp;nbsp; I think she was on cloud 9 (or higher?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now she had to answer him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So yesterday, she and D5 decorated his car in the school parking lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S9cm2vlRnEI/AAAAAAAAB3A/Ocl1lCvoPtA/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S9cm2vlRnEI/AAAAAAAAB3A/Ocl1lCvoPtA/s400/038.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S9cmylQnHuI/AAAAAAAAB24/6jAyxi7YX9Y/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S9cmylQnHuI/AAAAAAAAB24/6jAyxi7YX9Y/s400/033.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Are you wondering what the sign and circles say?&amp;nbsp; YES (of course!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am very excited for her and I think she is going to have a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AND if thats not enough, she also made SBO for next year!&amp;nbsp; You go girl! You deserve it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-6585592837838540584?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6585592837838540584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=6585592837838540584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6585592837838540584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6585592837838540584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-date.html' title='Its a date!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S9cmZTvH2wI/AAAAAAAAB2g/U1FinZMUitQ/s72-c/055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-6516469113627124744</id><published>2010-04-14T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T14:51:00.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comings and Goings</title><content type='html'>I am looking forward to this weekend, and I am dreading it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S8YzZETnNSI/AAAAAAAAB1o/47eUlF-2xow/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S8YzZETnNSI/AAAAAAAAB1o/47eUlF-2xow/s320/004.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D2 is coming home again.&amp;nbsp; (*hint, if you ever decide to do braces, don't do them &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; your child has moved away-way to many appointments!) I am excited to see her, visit with her and just hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S8Yzn1fV0xI/AAAAAAAAB1w/xzhy3kA5ncU/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S8Yzn1fV0xI/AAAAAAAAB1w/xzhy3kA5ncU/s320/037.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D1 is leaving. I know its time for her to go.&amp;nbsp; I know she is excited to get back to school, her job and her appartment but oh how I am going to miss her.&amp;nbsp; For the last 4 months&amp;nbsp;we have enjoyed going to lunch, shopping,&amp;nbsp;attending RS together and just talking and spending time together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S8Y3J25gToI/AAAAAAAAB14/9V-ge_saTaM/s1600/IMG_0023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S8Y3J25gToI/AAAAAAAAB14/9V-ge_saTaM/s320/IMG_0023.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D3 is running for SBO again.&amp;nbsp; She has enjoyed this last year as Junior Class Sec.&amp;nbsp; It has kept her (us)&amp;nbsp;super busy.&amp;nbsp; Last night we were up until 1AM putting posters together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If she looses I will feel really bad for her and I know she will be disapointed. If she wins, I am not sure we are ready for another crazy year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #3&lt;br /&gt;Stake Conference.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I love Stake conference.&amp;nbsp; Everything about it. I look forward to the whole weekend&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; it gets so busy and&amp;nbsp; hectic.&amp;nbsp; Not a restful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #3.5&lt;br /&gt;D3 is speaking in the adult session on Saturday night.&amp;nbsp; I know she will do a great job &lt;em&gt;but &lt;/em&gt;she is speaking on what teens need and want from adults.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure I am ready to hear this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #4&lt;br /&gt;I still have a pile of fabric sitting on my sewing table.&amp;nbsp; They were supose to be Easter dresses (yeah I know that was almost 2 weeks ago.)&amp;nbsp; I enjoy sewing, I really do ,&lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am tired of walking past them every day and feeling quilty.&amp;nbsp; I just need to finish them.&amp;nbsp;(before D1 and 2 head back to school?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, I think its time to just sit back, relax and enjoy whatever comes our way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-6516469113627124744?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6516469113627124744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=6516469113627124744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6516469113627124744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6516469113627124744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/04/comings-and-goings.html' title='Comings and Goings'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S8YzZETnNSI/AAAAAAAAB1o/47eUlF-2xow/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-2601433005184968391</id><published>2010-04-06T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T12:09:51.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, blessings come in strange ways</title><content type='html'>No photos for this one but a wonderful experince.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was FHE.&amp;nbsp; Only son taught the lesson on one of the talks he heard at the Priesthood session.&amp;nbsp; Then we fixed leftovers from our turkey Easter dinner and sat down to watch "The Blind Side" as a family.&amp;nbsp; The wind was blowing and the snow was flying just as D3 called and needed a ride home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People know how much I hate winter and I am really, REALLY ready for spring to get here, so the storm was not making me happy.&amp;nbsp; Hubby, who loves me, left to pick up D3 and we paused the movie.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they returned, we settled down to finish the movie and the power went out. You could hear the wind and I was really getting irritated with the weather. (like anyone can do anything about it right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the kids dress in warm clothes and bring pillows and blankets upstairs.&amp;nbsp;We lit candles,&amp;nbsp;got cozy and waited to see what was going to happen.&amp;nbsp; While we waited we hubby told us a scary story, then he and I shared stories of our childhoods.&amp;nbsp; We got chilly but we laughed and had a great time together...as a family...doing nothing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 3 hours the power came back on.&amp;nbsp; The kids were dissapointed (they were hoping school would be canceld today.) Everyone went to their own rooms.&amp;nbsp; Our long, fun FHE was over but I don't think it is one any of us will soon forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed you D2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I think we will finish our movie tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-2601433005184968391?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2601433005184968391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=2601433005184968391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2601433005184968391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2601433005184968391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-blessings-come-in-strange.html' title='Sometimes, blessings come in strange ways'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-8644275029534743457</id><published>2010-04-05T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:58:48.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week (or more) in review.</title><content type='html'>What a week, okay month, this has been.&amp;nbsp; I think 2010 is going to be crazy.&amp;nbsp; I am not a good blogger but truth be told I don't have time.&lt;br /&gt;So here is a recap. And lots of photos (sorry)&lt;br /&gt;First we celebrated D4's birthday on the 14th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o6MuDFByI/AAAAAAAAByw/SEPfDCHcDHE/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o6MuDFByI/AAAAAAAAByw/SEPfDCHcDHE/s400/005.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She also had her Play in March. There were 3 performances and we made everyone of them.&amp;nbsp;It was cute (this is a really bad photo).&amp;nbsp; At one point she called her brother out of the audience to come and dance with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o6Q7Yw2QI/AAAAAAAABy4/6HbORCSZGNA/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o6Q7Yw2QI/AAAAAAAABy4/6HbORCSZGNA/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then of course there was the Scrapbook Expo. Mom, Daughters, sisters, sister-in-laws and friends all gathered to crop the day (and night) away.&amp;nbsp; We had a blast (and spent far to much money!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o6V4FieyI/AAAAAAAABzA/G5I1MCLea5A/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o6V4FieyI/AAAAAAAABzA/G5I1MCLea5A/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o6bPwe05I/AAAAAAAABzI/-DKYnG4ewLk/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o6bPwe05I/AAAAAAAABzI/-DKYnG4ewLk/s320/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o8_Ir2uOI/AAAAAAAAB0o/ZctbokGXcCE/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o8_Ir2uOI/AAAAAAAAB0o/ZctbokGXcCE/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the last 2 weeks I have been to Layton twice and Logan twice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o6HGZK1rI/AAAAAAAAByo/0BB6_ZHZ8Uc/s1600/076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o6HGZK1rI/AAAAAAAAByo/0BB6_ZHZ8Uc/s320/076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We love having D2 home and I am glad Logan is a doable distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This past weekend was Easter and we had a full house.&amp;nbsp; D1 had friends come in from Idaho and Arizona, a few but not all stayed with us but they were in and out all weekend.&amp;nbsp; D2 also had her BFF come and spend Saturday night and Sunday with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o7F82xiMI/AAAAAAAABzw/Bv4L4CKTUW0/s1600/071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o7F82xiMI/AAAAAAAABzw/Bv4L4CKTUW0/s320/071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o98vUdqFI/AAAAAAAAB0w/3BA7_mSKIdo/s1600/137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o98vUdqFI/AAAAAAAAB0w/3BA7_mSKIdo/s320/137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We colored easter eggs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o6wsRXdUI/AAAAAAAABzg/a_Nqjp1X8vE/s1600/070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o6wsRXdUI/AAAAAAAABzg/a_Nqjp1X8vE/s320/070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Easter Bunny hid over 150 eggs.&amp;nbsp; 60 real eggs and 100 plastic ones.&amp;nbsp; Wow, there were eggs EVERYWHERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o65QPhsjI/AAAAAAAABzo/ml7xR7q2tBo/s1600/096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o65QPhsjI/AAAAAAAABzo/ml7xR7q2tBo/s320/096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o65QPhsjI/AAAAAAAABzo/ml7xR7q2tBo/s1600/096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o65QPhsjI/AAAAAAAABzo/ml7xR7q2tBo/s320/096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o7zVSZpbI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/pSj_xij-qqc/s1600/144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o7zVSZpbI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/pSj_xij-qqc/s320/144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday evening the girls and I headed to Layton again and spent the evening with the rest of the girls.&amp;nbsp; Before the guys left for the priesthood session we did a lot of this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o7lG538-I/AAAAAAAAB0I/AmAyW2sHUws/s1600/114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o7lG538-I/AAAAAAAAB0I/AmAyW2sHUws/s320/114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o7ZXeqomI/AAAAAAAAB0A/ifhbwuqS0IE/s1600/103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o7ZXeqomI/AAAAAAAAB0A/ifhbwuqS0IE/s320/103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its the new Wii dance game and it is so fun (and there are some very embarrising videos floating around now.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Later the guys left and the girls went shopping.&amp;nbsp; What a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course the best part of the weekend was General Confrence.&amp;nbsp; I LOVED it so much.&amp;nbsp; Every message was for me I think.&amp;nbsp; It was so nice having everyone home as we listened to our prophet.&amp;nbsp; (we even got to go downtown for one session.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday afternoon, after all the friends left, we had a nice dinner with just our family, then it was back to Logan to get D2 back to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o75iyNExI/AAAAAAAAB0g/eoq-jT0FW-A/s1600/138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o75iyNExI/AAAAAAAAB0g/eoq-jT0FW-A/s320/138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(thats exactly how I felt about the weekend too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh one last thing that happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o6r8qKSrI/AAAAAAAABzY/qX0QfQWldGE/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o6r8qKSrI/AAAAAAAABzY/qX0QfQWldGE/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;D3 got asked to the prom.&amp;nbsp; She has no idea who it is and its been fun trying to guess and figure out.&amp;nbsp; I am sure he will reveal himself in time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-8644275029534743457?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8644275029534743457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=8644275029534743457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8644275029534743457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8644275029534743457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-or-more-in-review.html' title='A week (or more) in review.'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S7o6MuDFByI/AAAAAAAAByw/SEPfDCHcDHE/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-8117180561972887120</id><published>2010-03-25T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T12:50:56.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yard Sale</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I know a lot of you already know this but I am sharing it for anyone that doesn't.&amp;nbsp; I am bringing loaves of Homemade bread and maybe even a kit or two.&amp;nbsp; Hope to see you all there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come and join us for the biggest yard sale that you have ever seen. We need both shoppers and donations. This is for a GREAT cause people!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A member of our community has been suffering with end stage renal failure (kidney failure), since March 2000. Because of the dialysis treatments that he has had to do, he has also developed congestive heart failure. Recently, He has been approved to have a kidney transplant. A family member has come forward to be the kidney donor for him. Lets come together as a community to help raise the needed money to have the transplant and help save his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be holding a Community Yard Sale at Pleasant Green Elementary School in Magna. The address is 8201 West 2700 South Magna, UT 84044. The festivities will begin Saturday, March 27th approximately at 7 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and find that treasure that you have been looking for or that item that you have been waiting to find&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-8117180561972887120?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8117180561972887120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=8117180561972887120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8117180561972887120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8117180561972887120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/03/yard-sale.html' title='Yard Sale'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7287850144345216791</id><published>2010-03-17T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:43:22.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random question</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't blogged for a while.&amp;nbsp; D2 is home for Spring Break and we have been having way to much fun.&amp;nbsp; Today D1 and I went to Alice in Wonderland.&amp;nbsp; I have to say I liked it.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't sure I would but it was actually kind of a fun movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my Random question.&amp;nbsp; If you had to choose between Harry Potter #7 or Eclipse what would you choose?&amp;nbsp; I know its not a big deal because (thanks heavens) they are not coming out at the same time but I just wonder where your loyalties lie?&amp;nbsp; I wonder where mine lie?&amp;nbsp; Have to give that some thought.&amp;nbsp; In the mean time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S6GCeqDXPZI/AAAAAAAABxo/lvyXD6vyi90/s1600-h/harrypotter7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S6GCeqDXPZI/AAAAAAAABxo/lvyXD6vyi90/s400/harrypotter7.jpg" vt="true" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v831FcK4dYQ"&gt;Watch the Trailer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S6GCkIHIiRI/AAAAAAAABxw/II9ZfQgm2_E/s1600-h/4158299011_6492809c31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S6GCkIHIiRI/AAAAAAAABxw/II9ZfQgm2_E/s320/4158299011_6492809c31.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7F26Ua9JBzY"&gt;Watch the Trailer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-7287850144345216791?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7287850144345216791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7287850144345216791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7287850144345216791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7287850144345216791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-question.html' title='Random question'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S6GCeqDXPZI/AAAAAAAABxo/lvyXD6vyi90/s72-c/harrypotter7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-2505528493621598702</id><published>2010-02-26T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T10:59:39.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Down--Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Can you believe it? February is almost over.&amp;nbsp; I swear it was New Years Eve two days ago.&amp;nbsp; How does this happen?&amp;nbsp; As I look over everything we have done this past month I guess I can see that it just happens.&amp;nbsp; Here is a recap of a few things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gT40T4BoI/AAAAAAAABuw/BC5b3EDOYG0/s1600-h/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gT40T4BoI/AAAAAAAABuw/BC5b3EDOYG0/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A birthday and time visiting with Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gS8qrNfQI/AAAAAAAABuI/yNRIiYCnDP4/s1600-h/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gS8qrNfQI/AAAAAAAABuI/yNRIiYCnDP4/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Activity Days- making scripture cookies this time (have I mentioned I have the best calling &lt;em&gt;ever!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gTcfiYnKI/AAAAAAAABuo/BH4M3mjbY_4/s1600-h/069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gTcfiYnKI/AAAAAAAABuo/BH4M3mjbY_4/s400/069.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finishing up another season of Basket Ball.&amp;nbsp; (their team didn't do to well but he loved every minute of it- and its great when you can share it with a good friend.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gTQHwpeII/AAAAAAAABug/FaawaloQONQ/s1600-h/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gTQHwpeII/AAAAAAAABug/FaawaloQONQ/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Science fair projects. (can you taste the difference if you don't know what it is?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gWTvchThI/AAAAAAAABvI/FcmclADQ0nY/s1600-h/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gWTvchThI/AAAAAAAABvI/FcmclADQ0nY/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gUYO8y30I/AAAAAAAABvA/kJ43kCyx5p4/s1600-h/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gUYO8y30I/AAAAAAAABvA/kJ43kCyx5p4/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A Court of Honor. (Hubby did part of the Flag Ceremony and Only Son got his Star.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gZAIboFPI/AAAAAAAABvg/HDcokMZ_PtE/s1600-h/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gZAIboFPI/AAAAAAAABvg/HDcokMZ_PtE/s400/009.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gTII3Xu3I/AAAAAAAABuY/gRKVtCyZhRo/s1600-h/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gTII3Xu3I/AAAAAAAABuY/gRKVtCyZhRo/s320/051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Youth Dances and hanging out with best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gXiyyhueI/AAAAAAAABvY/0PulTdNPiHM/s1600-h/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gXiyyhueI/AAAAAAAABvY/0PulTdNPiHM/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Homework, along with school performances, High school registration and Play try-outs (D4 made the lead in the spring play at Brockbank.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gXXVvpd1I/AAAAAAAABvQ/2gq7wRUfe3s/s1600-h/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gXXVvpd1I/AAAAAAAABvQ/2gq7wRUfe3s/s320/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And of course, a holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its hard to believe that last month I was complaining that I had to sit on the couch and do nothing while everyone was going, going, going.&amp;nbsp; I guess if I had to choose I would choose to be busy instead of sitting,&amp;nbsp;but some times I just want to say "slow down- please-for just a minute!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-2505528493621598702?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2505528493621598702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=2505528493621598702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2505528493621598702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2505528493621598702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/02/slow-down-please.html' title='Slow Down--Please'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S4gT40T4BoI/AAAAAAAABuw/BC5b3EDOYG0/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-6804141720278418378</id><published>2010-02-16T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T11:50:49.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweethearts Dance</title><content type='html'>We had a great Valentine/President's Day/Long weekend.&amp;nbsp; D2 was home and we just had a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; Of course Friday night was the stake adult valentine dance.&amp;nbsp; I forgot my camera but trust me, we had a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; I was glad both D1&amp;amp;2 were there.&amp;nbsp; We danced up a storm.&amp;nbsp; (well mostly they did and I gave it a good try.)&amp;nbsp; Anyway we really had fun, and of course dancing with my hubby is always super special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the Cyprus' Sweetheart Dance.&amp;nbsp; The Juniors were in charge so that ment D3 was very busy with decorating and all of that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here is kind of how the night went. (lots of photos sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r0afY02pI/AAAAAAAABrA/_IAnV6d1bcg/s1600-h/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r0afY02pI/AAAAAAAABrA/_IAnV6d1bcg/s320/041.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First, we started with the basics, music and make-up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r0NwqxPAI/AAAAAAAABqo/Con6y6W0BJI/s1600-h/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r0NwqxPAI/AAAAAAAABqo/Con6y6W0BJI/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r0Tn6DD6I/AAAAAAAABqw/DRYs-QQlhu8/s1600-h/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r0Tn6DD6I/AAAAAAAABqw/DRYs-QQlhu8/s400/037.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r0XEZRlzI/AAAAAAAABq4/oZwKUGUSD58/s1600-h/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r0XEZRlzI/AAAAAAAABq4/oZwKUGUSD58/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we got the whole team working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r0u477gOI/AAAAAAAABrg/w_X87TmEIM8/s1600-h/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r0u477gOI/AAAAAAAABrg/w_X87TmEIM8/s400/044.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(don't we work well together?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r0pw8gdgI/AAAAAAAABrY/l-5BSN5_K3E/s1600-h/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r0pw8gdgI/AAAAAAAABrY/l-5BSN5_K3E/s400/043.JPG" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She looked so beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r092cXm4I/AAAAAAAABrw/ajL2nfFdSDk/s1600-h/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r092cXm4I/AAAAAAAABrw/ajL2nfFdSDk/s400/050.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r04kMXa-I/AAAAAAAABro/t_i69OxmNXM/s1600-h/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r04kMXa-I/AAAAAAAABro/t_i69OxmNXM/s320/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;D1 helped me put together a nice dinner for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r1ChUKu3I/AAAAAAAABr4/tYtmiXpfRcE/s1600-h/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r1ChUKu3I/AAAAAAAABr4/tYtmiXpfRcE/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yumm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r1G5E4QsI/AAAAAAAABsA/0eVhLFahUNw/s1600-h/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r1G5E4QsI/AAAAAAAABsA/0eVhLFahUNw/s400/057.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The whole group (all 10 of them) in our little house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She had so much fun and I must admit, I did too.&amp;nbsp; I am so glad my girls will share moments like this with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-6804141720278418378?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6804141720278418378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=6804141720278418378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6804141720278418378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6804141720278418378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweethearts-dance.html' title='Sweethearts Dance'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S3r0afY02pI/AAAAAAAABrA/_IAnV6d1bcg/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-3515248114018983846</id><published>2010-02-07T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T16:12:45.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big One Oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29UaevG9NI/AAAAAAAABpA/66DhCKzOXxg/s1600-h/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29UaevG9NI/AAAAAAAABpA/66DhCKzOXxg/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep she is 10.&amp;nbsp; My baby.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure how that happened but it did.&amp;nbsp; I am now officially out of the baby, little kid stage...well almost check out what she got for her big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, D5 had her birthday and to celebrate this joyful event, we had a party.&amp;nbsp; And what a party it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29SjulpXNI/AAAAAAAABoI/Hu5V5gZjUOE/s1600-h/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29SjulpXNI/AAAAAAAABoI/Hu5V5gZjUOE/s320/016.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29SrLWNABI/AAAAAAAABoQ/G6sWGQckt9s/s1600-h/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29SrLWNABI/AAAAAAAABoQ/G6sWGQckt9s/s400/019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were lots of friends (11 to be exact!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29WlVJaEOI/AAAAAAAABpY/OdxuOkAHbek/s1600-h/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29WlVJaEOI/AAAAAAAABpY/OdxuOkAHbek/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29Sxo5sEYI/AAAAAAAABoY/QuSNUF6osMg/s1600-h/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29Sxo5sEYI/AAAAAAAABoY/QuSNUF6osMg/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29TZA77lzI/AAAAAAAABog/nBJ-6sUcvH8/s1600-h/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29TZA77lzI/AAAAAAAABog/nBJ-6sUcvH8/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29SeJsMpnI/AAAAAAAABoA/6mFzq7aSHpM/s1600-h/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29SeJsMpnI/AAAAAAAABoA/6mFzq7aSHpM/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dancing to be sure, (it was a GIRLS party)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29T65MIUuI/AAAAAAAABow/g9s28OiE97w/s1600-h/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29T65MIUuI/AAAAAAAABow/g9s28OiE97w/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29Tw2NazOI/AAAAAAAABoo/jkpy7I_xWJU/s1600-h/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29Tw2NazOI/AAAAAAAABoo/jkpy7I_xWJU/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a Hannah Montana movie with Pop Corn and Pizza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(once again, a girl party.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29Ugi8OxyI/AAAAAAAABpI/lq8uRmKRW3E/s1600-h/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29Ugi8OxyI/AAAAAAAABpI/lq8uRmKRW3E/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yellow cupcakes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29Um82CdMI/AAAAAAAABpQ/6LhNdo1Ru_Q/s1600-h/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29Um82CdMI/AAAAAAAABpQ/6LhNdo1Ru_Q/s400/045.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And Last but not least, a big bear hug from her daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What&amp;nbsp; was it she asked for?&amp;nbsp; Littlest Pet Shop....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29UVkviLKI/AAAAAAAABo4/8NFaVhLWvWI/s1600-h/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29UVkviLKI/AAAAAAAABo4/8NFaVhLWvWI/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She even got that, ten fold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday D5.&amp;nbsp; We sure do love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-3515248114018983846?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3515248114018983846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=3515248114018983846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/3515248114018983846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/3515248114018983846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-one-oh.html' title='The big One Oh!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S29UaevG9NI/AAAAAAAABpA/66DhCKzOXxg/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-2515524359213785942</id><published>2010-02-02T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:42:18.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auuugh and a warning</title><content type='html'>It is suppose to happen to others. I am so careful on the computer, really I am. Yesterday, I got one of the WORSE computer viruses EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just checking my email when a warning popped up saying my computer had been infected and I needed to “buy” this Anti&amp;nbsp;virus program. Before I did anything I ran an AVG scan, it said everything was fine. So I closed the warning and went on my way. Soon, I couldn’t go anywhere without this warning popping up. I logged off my computer and rebooted. There was an Icon on my desk top for this “Personal Security” AUGH! When I tried to delete it, the whole system froze! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, it took us HOURS to get rid of this stupid thing, and the only way we did was by looking up the “security” on D1’s computer and following instructions to get it off. It was so frustrating. I am still not sure where I picked up this virus but I thought I would share my experience in case it happens to any of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you get a security pop up, DO NOT OPEN IT, unless you know for sure where it came from. This looked very official like it came from Microsoft or windows. It will not show up with a manufactures name and it will not let you delete it. (We had to download Malware and do a bunch of things). Also do not buy the security system that it tells you it needs. It is a scam and a way to get your CC#. Finally you will have to change ALL of your passwords. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope none of you have to deal with this. It was such a pain. Thankfully my computer is up and running like new today and I didn’t lose anything. I just thought I would warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-2515524359213785942?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2515524359213785942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=2515524359213785942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2515524359213785942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2515524359213785942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/02/auuugh-and-warning.html' title='Auuugh and a warning'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-1633789280306422455</id><published>2010-02-01T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:32:09.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word Meme</title><content type='html'>This is from my friend Jen's blog,&amp;nbsp; I had time on my hands and hadn't blogged for a while so here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USING ONLY ONE WORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not as easy as you might think! Now forward, change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It's really hard to only use one word answers. Be sure to send back to the person you received it from! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is your cell phone? Purse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Significant other? Work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your hair? brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your mother? Strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your father? Faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your favorite thing? Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your dream last night? none&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your favorite drink? Water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What room are you in? Front&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your hobby? Crafts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your fear? Failure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years? healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where were you last night? Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something that you aren't? Patient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muffins?No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wish list item? Ipod (touch but thats two words)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last thing you did? Shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you wearing? Jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TV? off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your pets? none&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends? lots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your life? Perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your mood? peaceful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Missing someone? yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drinking?&amp;nbsp;no &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your car? big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something you're not wearing? earrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your favorite store? All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Favorite color?&amp;nbsp;Pink &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When is the last time you cried? week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who will resend this? Katie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where do you go to over and over? Basement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite place to eat? Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Favorite place I'd like to be at right now? napping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four people I think will respond ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tag you are it!&amp;nbsp; Copy and fill in your own answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-1633789280306422455?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1633789280306422455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=1633789280306422455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1633789280306422455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1633789280306422455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-word-meme.html' title='One Word Meme'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-4743276822446664450</id><published>2010-01-23T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:00:11.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a girl to do?</title><content type='html'>Poor D5, she has been off track since before Christmas. 5 Weeks.&amp;nbsp; I have been on the couch and not a lot of fun for the past 2 1/2 weeks.&amp;nbsp; Usually when it is just D5 and I we go shopping work on craft projects watch movies and eat lunch together.&amp;nbsp; This time not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have played a few &lt;a href="http://www.herinteractive.com/index.php"&gt;Nancy Drew Games &lt;/a&gt;on the computer, she is pretty smart, it would take me forever to finish a game but she just wizzes through them. (&amp;nbsp;The Magna library has about 5 or 6 of them plus you can play mini games online for free.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has also done a lot of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S1unHlo080I/AAAAAAAABnQ/xYhI_NOacKY/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S1unHlo080I/AAAAAAAABnQ/xYhI_NOacKY/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S1unKG7i7VI/AAAAAAAABnY/sf56cqyWQfs/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S1unKG7i7VI/AAAAAAAABnY/sf56cqyWQfs/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S1unMqZka5I/AAAAAAAABng/gPnBzqH9PyM/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S1unMqZka5I/AAAAAAAABng/gPnBzqH9PyM/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;D5 has been pretty patient with me.&amp;nbsp;Hopefully by April, when she goes off track again,&amp;nbsp; I won't be so pathetic, all will be back to normal and we will have lots of time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-4743276822446664450?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4743276822446664450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=4743276822446664450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4743276822446664450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4743276822446664450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-girl-to-do.html' title='What is a girl to do?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S1unHlo080I/AAAAAAAABnQ/xYhI_NOacKY/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-516662518320735578</id><published>2010-01-15T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:38:06.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new wall</title><content type='html'>What I have been doing this week while recovering?&amp;nbsp; Mostly sleeping, playing on the computer and reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has my husband been doing?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Painting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S1CnTI_jmOI/AAAAAAAABmY/yY57914IJ9Q/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S1CnTI_jmOI/AAAAAAAABmY/yY57914IJ9Q/s400/IMG_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(the kitchen is kind of messy still) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been asking for a red wall for forever.&amp;nbsp; I don't think hubby was sure he would like it but he did it for me. (he loves me) .&amp;nbsp; I am so happy with it.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&amp;nbsp; Now if I could just get off the sofa and make new curtians and maybe put up some vinly. (oh and now the light fixture has got to go....Sweetie?)&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/2707266808520896147-516662518320735578?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/516662518320735578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=516662518320735578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/516662518320735578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/516662518320735578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-wall.html' title='My new wall'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S1CnTI_jmOI/AAAAAAAABmY/yY57914IJ9Q/s72-c/IMG_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-5864667196147961867</id><published>2010-01-12T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:49:46.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Word</title><content type='html'>I am a little behind the times (again) with this. But it took a while to get this one right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the idea of a one word “resolution” I thought it was inspired, I knew it was for me but one word, only one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two weeks of the new year have already held challenges. There is so much I want to do, to accomplish. So many areas of my life that need improvement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word… My word for 2010 is Compassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion-[kuh m-pash-uh n]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep awareness of the suffering of another coupled with the wish to relieve it.&lt;br /&gt;Synonyms: commiseration, mercy, tenderness, heart, clemency. See SYMPATHY. &lt;br /&gt;Compassion to others around me. An understanding that not everything may be as it appears. A chance, not to judge but to reach out and help. &lt;br /&gt;Compassion to my friends. I have a hard time understanding why people really, deep down care about each other but through this Christmas season and this last couple of weeks I have felt an amazing amount of love and with that comes a desire and even a power to be better, to be more Christ-like, to show more compassion. Compassion takes time, something I am very stingy with. &lt;br /&gt;Compassion to my Family. I expect so much from those I love the most. It’s unfair. I want to be understanding, patient and tender to my sweet family.&lt;br /&gt;Compassion to myself. Not self pity, there is a difference, but understanding that not everything has to be perfect, sometimes I have to allow myself to rest, recuperate, learn, succeed and sometimes fail. Compassion towards myself is knowing who I am and being happy with all that I have.&lt;br /&gt;So now I have put it out there, one of my biggest faults but by choosing Compassion as my word I hope to become a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-5864667196147961867?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5864667196147961867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=5864667196147961867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5864667196147961867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5864667196147961867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-word.html' title='My New Word'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7460734062423955645</id><published>2010-01-11T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:19:29.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what fun we had!</title><content type='html'>I know I am late. I am always late.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to share some of the fun we had on New Years Eve, (if you can remember that far back, it was almost 2 weeks ago!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of course was we had everyone home.&amp;nbsp; No one left to go hang out at friends or parties or whatever.&amp;nbsp; D3 had to work but she still got home in time for most of the activities.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I fix everyones favorite munchie food (that means there is lots food!) Here is a photo recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uqYyvj2sI/AAAAAAAABi0/IWiZ4__EI-o/s1600-h/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uqYyvj2sI/AAAAAAAABi0/IWiZ4__EI-o/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Breadsticks with Marinra Sause and a very nummy, Weight&amp;nbsp;Watchers friendly&amp;nbsp;Spinich Dip&amp;nbsp;courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.hungry-girl.com/"&gt;Hungy Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0up4w7fefI/AAAAAAAABiE/0pe3Pv6R7Ic/s1600-h/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0up4w7fefI/AAAAAAAABiE/0pe3Pv6R7Ic/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Two different Pizzas, courtesy of Pappa Murphy's and D3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0up-yd1zdI/AAAAAAAABiM/T0CP5t0JgXY/s1600-h/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0up-yd1zdI/AAAAAAAABiM/T0CP5t0JgXY/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Two different types of Chicken Wings, one super spicy for the "spicy hubby" and Sweet Bar B Q for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uqCt7K4EI/AAAAAAAABiU/fLR6wY2EmRA/s1600-h/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uqCt7K4EI/AAAAAAAABiU/fLR6wY2EmRA/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chilled Shrimp... Need I say more on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uqHkBHFEI/AAAAAAAABic/ElhEhzi-8LA/s1600-h/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uqHkBHFEI/AAAAAAAABic/ElhEhzi-8LA/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Motzerella sticks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uqQ9zVK0I/AAAAAAAABis/ImxQoxOrexM/s1600-h/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uqQ9zVK0I/AAAAAAAABis/ImxQoxOrexM/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and of course, crackers, chips and soda for those who are truley picky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Food wasn't the only thing on the agenda.&amp;nbsp; We played games. (Hubby and Only Son so &lt;em&gt;loooved &lt;/em&gt;the New Moon Game. Had a Gutar Hero Battle, (I lost- I always loose!) We also watched movies and just enjoyed each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uu3vSF-hI/AAAAAAAABi8/x8DNZJBso8U/s1600-h/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uu3vSF-hI/AAAAAAAABi8/x8DNZJBso8U/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At midnight we watched the ball drop, toasted in the new year (with &lt;em&gt;sparkling&lt;/em&gt; cider) and ate donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uvI_ZxTrI/AAAAAAAABjM/hY_KjCuREmg/s1600-h/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uvI_ZxTrI/AAAAAAAABjM/hY_KjCuREmg/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uvRan9t_I/AAAAAAAABjU/OL_ER9MG3Tc/s1600-h/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uvRan9t_I/AAAAAAAABjU/OL_ER9MG3Tc/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uvV_TkVLI/AAAAAAAABjc/zbEnaKZE5MI/s1600-h/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uvV_TkVLI/AAAAAAAABjc/zbEnaKZE5MI/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uvZJIraFI/AAAAAAAABjk/zP3diAwZbS0/s1600-h/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uvZJIraFI/AAAAAAAABjk/zP3diAwZbS0/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We also went outside and blew our&amp;nbsp;obnoxious horns as loud as we could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then we went to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great night, I hope that means it will be a good year!&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/2707266808520896147-7460734062423955645?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7460734062423955645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7460734062423955645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7460734062423955645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7460734062423955645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-what-fun-we-had.html' title='Oh what fun we had!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/S0uqYyvj2sI/AAAAAAAABi0/IWiZ4__EI-o/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-8783277920653590258</id><published>2009-12-29T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:17:31.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, The most wonderful day of the year.</title><content type='html'>Its over, It makes me kind of sad. Most people I know have put away their decorations, taken down the tree and put the gifts away. Not me. I have to admit, my house is still Christmas Chaos! I will clean up on New Years day. I do it every year. Unlike most people, I don't want any help. Its my way of putting things lovingly away and a chance to say good bye to my favorite time of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while shopping, I bought a few new decorations (on an amazing sale) so I already have something to look forward to next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I get  melodramatic, how about I share some of my favorite photos from this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Szpudt9YlWI/AAAAAAAABe0/aUzpM7De7zc/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Szpudt9YlWI/AAAAAAAABe0/aUzpM7De7zc/s400/045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420766558326134114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve and everyone gets new Jammie bottoms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SzpudSWAJ6I/AAAAAAAABes/rpRiYfPBjn8/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SzpudSWAJ6I/AAAAAAAABes/rpRiYfPBjn8/s400/046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420766550913197986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and a new book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SzpudL9zMjI/AAAAAAAABek/8qX6FOjplM8/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SzpudL9zMjI/AAAAAAAABek/8qX6FOjplM8/s400/082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420766549201072690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SzpucdCnEnI/AAAAAAAABec/DmIhsReOulU/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SzpucdCnEnI/AAAAAAAABec/DmIhsReOulU/s400/087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420766536604783218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SzpvnBzo7PI/AAAAAAAABfM/ijRODmi6pN4/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SzpvnBzo7PI/AAAAAAAABfM/ijRODmi6pN4/s400/091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420767817784421618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SzpvmmtIjVI/AAAAAAAABfE/vptZUFyB6HE/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SzpvmmtIjVI/AAAAAAAABfE/vptZUFyB6HE/s400/083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420767810509376850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SzpvmJ7NQlI/AAAAAAAABe8/anY3-3F5T4c/s1600-h/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SzpvmJ7NQlI/AAAAAAAABe8/anY3-3F5T4c/s400/099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420767802783777362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of surprises but no disappointments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SzpwW74nddI/AAAAAAAABfc/TShx_ixJNDA/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SzpwW74nddI/AAAAAAAABfc/TShx_ixJNDA/s400/108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420768640828405202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SzpwWsmY1AI/AAAAAAAABfU/nCpjwT_dHyk/s1600-h/118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SzpwWsmY1AI/AAAAAAAABfU/nCpjwT_dHyk/s400/118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420768636725416962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, by the end of the day, everyone was worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides spending time with our family, the best part of Christmas was seeing and hearing from so many of our friends. We have so many people that bless our lives everyday.  I was amazed at how many people remembered us this year. Thank you for your special gift of friendship and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a wonderful Christmas too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-8783277920653590258?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8783277920653590258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=8783277920653590258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8783277920653590258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8783277920653590258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-most-wonderful-day-of-year.html' title='Christmas, The most wonderful day of the year.'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Szpudt9YlWI/AAAAAAAABe0/aUzpM7De7zc/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-1943373546370062727</id><published>2009-12-21T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:49:00.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Parties and Programs</title><content type='html'>I though I was done but last week held more programs. D4 had an orchestra concert on Wednesday night. She is doing well with her violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D5 had a Sing-In at the school on Thursday afternoon. I have never seen so many people in the school gym--ever; and I have had kids attending there for over 15 years now.&lt;br /&gt;(Can I tell you one of my HUGE pet peeves here? Parents who are so rude at concerts. They cat call, whistle and yell when their child is up but then when it is someone else's they talk loud, stand up in front of you, leave while others are performing, make inappropriate comments and are just downright ignorant! The good thing was my daughter performed last so by the time it was her turn, I was able to move to the front and listen!--sorry, I just had to get that off my chest!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the sing in was lots of fun and the little kids are just so darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had parties this past week. I am the room mom in D5's class so we had a party on Wednesday. We played a fun dice game and did a little gift exchange with the "Wright family".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sy-zkP4FdYI/AAAAAAAABds/7fox0vPIKyo/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sy-zkP4FdYI/AAAAAAAABds/7fox0vPIKyo/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417746312068429186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was also Activity Days. The girls have worked so hard on all the different service projects we have been doing since October we just had a party and had fun. We also did a gift exchange but this time it was with homemade gifts. The girls worked hard and the gifts were very fun and thoughtful. (Have I mentioned that I have the best calling EVER!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sy-0DLgDHlI/AAAAAAAABeM/3pe2k9nhqN0/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sy-0DLgDHlI/AAAAAAAABeM/3pe2k9nhqN0/s400/037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417746843469815378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sy-0CywtGlI/AAAAAAAABeE/BlnrsgkPM18/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sy-0CywtGlI/AAAAAAAABeE/BlnrsgkPM18/s400/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417746836828789330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sy-0Ca4_6kI/AAAAAAAABd8/jg3rBioHEsk/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sy-0Ca4_6kI/AAAAAAAABd8/jg3rBioHEsk/s400/030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417746830421125698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sy-0CCjZjeI/AAAAAAAABd0/UB-43iutCvY/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sy-0CCjZjeI/AAAAAAAABd0/UB-43iutCvY/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417746823888080354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the Stake Devotional. I love this and I am so glad our stake does it every year. The music was amazing and the talks perfect. It was what I needed to get my thoughts back to where they needed to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-1943373546370062727?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1943373546370062727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=1943373546370062727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1943373546370062727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1943373546370062727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-parties-and-programs.html' title='Christmas Parties and Programs'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sy-zkP4FdYI/AAAAAAAABds/7fox0vPIKyo/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-8835405774426340032</id><published>2009-12-15T06:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:48:21.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Santa</title><content type='html'>10 days till Christmas, Did you get that? 10 DAYS. I will admit I am almost as bad as the kids, however they might drive me nuts before it gets here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we took them to shop for each other, then we wrapped presents and worked on neighborhood gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Days! I still have so much to do! I have to remind myself to quit stressing and just enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it was just D2 and I at home. It was a fun afternoon. We watched Polar Express, ate lunch on my bed and just talked. It was a perfect afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Days. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday was our Ward Christmas party and the kids got to sit on Santa's lap. D5 was soooo excited. Standing in line was one of the hardest things she had to do.&lt;br /&gt;(she is at that age where she still wants to believe but she isn't sure. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SyeYIyYA_ZI/AAAAAAAABdM/3Lz1RzljLZ4/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SyeYIyYA_ZI/AAAAAAAABdM/3Lz1RzljLZ4/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415464353665187218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SyeYIoqh4EI/AAAAAAAABdE/qAKWCBrXKfA/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SyeYIoqh4EI/AAAAAAAABdE/qAKWCBrXKfA/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415464351058485314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D3 had to sit on Santa's lap also. She asked for a young man (who shall remain nameless)--oh what is a mother to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SyeYIBBniWI/AAAAAAAABc8/IBT9i5o1aBg/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SyeYIBBniWI/AAAAAAAABc8/IBT9i5o1aBg/s400/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415464340417907042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Days! Today I am going to try and get some projects done and get ready for two parties tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS here is a fun little site for your kids (or you.) Write Santa a letter and he will write back. Plus lots of games and things to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emailsanta.com/"&gt;www.emailsanta.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-8835405774426340032?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8835405774426340032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=8835405774426340032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8835405774426340032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8835405774426340032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/waiting-for-santa.html' title='Waiting for Santa'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SyeYIyYA_ZI/AAAAAAAABdM/3Lz1RzljLZ4/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-6799188421294115657</id><published>2009-12-14T09:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:40:17.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Performances</title><content type='html'>Last week was a week full of performances. Its a week I do enjoy but its a long week. And I forgot my Camera at almost all of them so I know I am going to be in trouble with a few children. (oh well, the story of my life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, D4,Only Son and D5 participated in Winter Fest. (This is when all the schools in our area perform at the High School.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was the Pizzaz and Dance performance at the Jr. High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday D4 and Only Son had another performance at D5's School so I went to that. Then that evening D3 had an Improv productions that lasted 2 hours. Very Talented kids but I have to say, I got seatitis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was our Ward Christmas party. Show Choir and Mads came and sang for us. After dinner Only Son, D5 and I participated in a little primary program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be left out, Sunday the youngest two sang in Sacrament Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SyZ2njfUo3I/AAAAAAAABc0/LN6DNF9d8bI/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SyZ2njfUo3I/AAAAAAAABc0/LN6DNF9d8bI/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415146023873192818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SyZ2nauTvpI/AAAAAAAABcs/ky0F-T9VEtk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SyZ2nauTvpI/AAAAAAAABcs/ky0F-T9VEtk/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415146021520129682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy watching my kids perform and develop new talents, but I have to be honest and say I hope we are done, for a few weeks anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-6799188421294115657?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6799188421294115657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=6799188421294115657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6799188421294115657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6799188421294115657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-performances.html' title='Christmas Performances'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SyZ2njfUo3I/AAAAAAAABc0/LN6DNF9d8bI/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7029576835801543473</id><published>2009-12-04T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:56:09.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Home Evening-Christmas Style</title><content type='html'>This past Monday we held our annual "Christmas Planning FHE" The kids had a blast and we got so much accomplished. Here are just a few photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we made our Candy Countdowns (for instructions &lt;a href="http://ideacloset.blogspot.com/2009/12/candy-countdowns.html"&gt;click here.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk9V1BhLSI/AAAAAAAABbA/Kyy-t2id7-Y/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk9V1BhLSI/AAAAAAAABbA/Kyy-t2id7-Y/s400/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411423872482356514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk9U3nHNLI/AAAAAAAABaw/YDrg87IIZNE/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk9U3nHNLI/AAAAAAAABaw/YDrg87IIZNE/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411423855997039794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk9Uk0xsFI/AAAAAAAABao/QgPLw0VGsX0/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk9Uk0xsFI/AAAAAAAABao/QgPLw0VGsX0/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411423850954076242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did our handmade tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk-B4DI2hI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Zx00X8ykDXE/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk-B4DI2hI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Zx00X8ykDXE/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411424629208701458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk-Bj1-PQI/AAAAAAAABbI/DULNMsl-u6o/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk-Bj1-PQI/AAAAAAAABbI/DULNMsl-u6o/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411424623784770818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We listened to Christmas music while we got our Calendar scheduled (for now, I am sure it will change 20 times before all is said and done.) We finished the decorations, worked out our neighbor and friends gifts and enjoyed getting excited for the Holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk-zxLHMEI/AAAAAAAABbw/4qJJ643B_qU/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk-zxLHMEI/AAAAAAAABbw/4qJJ643B_qU/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411425486356557890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk-zopnuJI/AAAAAAAABbo/mfi2AtBzmL0/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk-zopnuJI/AAAAAAAABbo/mfi2AtBzmL0/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411425484068599954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk-zOVm8gI/AAAAAAAABbg/K0X0FjeZ2o8/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk-zOVm8gI/AAAAAAAABbg/K0X0FjeZ2o8/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411425477005341186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk-yucjIzI/AAAAAAAABbY/naFJ4-P0Hgo/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk-yucjIzI/AAAAAAAABbY/naFJ4-P0Hgo/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411425468444517170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-7029576835801543473?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7029576835801543473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7029576835801543473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7029576835801543473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7029576835801543473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/family-home-evening-christmas-style.html' title='Family Home Evening-Christmas Style'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxk9V1BhLSI/AAAAAAAABbA/Kyy-t2id7-Y/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-620356066013192415</id><published>2009-12-03T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:09:49.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year older</title><content type='html'>Today is D2's nineteenth birthday. I know she was just here last week, I know she will be back with us in another week and a half. Today I just miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxfia-6OGeI/AAAAAAAABZ4/CHLneyG6-BQ/s1600-h/IMG_1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxfia-6OGeI/AAAAAAAABZ4/CHLneyG6-BQ/s400/IMG_1180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411042430500608482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D2 and I have had our battles. Everyone tells me of all my children she and I are the most alike. I don't see it. She is an incredibly smart and intelligent person. She is very strong, both mentally and physically. She is never afraid to try new things. She loves the outdoors and the cold doesn't bother her. She loves to explore new possibilities and she loves to be with people. She is independent and does her own thinking. She faces problems head on. And deep down she knows what is right and true and she is always trying to be the best person she can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there was a reason she was born in December. The one thing her and I have in common is our love for Christmas. She will listen to the Christmas music with me in October. We both love to look at the tree with all the lights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, as I look at the lights on the tree I will think of her. I will think of the little girl who used to love wearing dresses and play dress up. I will think of all the times we read Harry Potter together (and waited at midnight for the release of a new book or movie.) Today I will think of the girl who liked to have her nails done and then go sit in a mud bog with her camouflage on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will miss her, and give thanks to my Heavenly Father for such a sweet daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday sweetheart. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-620356066013192415?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/620356066013192415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=620356066013192415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/620356066013192415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/620356066013192415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-year-older.html' title='Another year older'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sxfia-6OGeI/AAAAAAAABZ4/CHLneyG6-BQ/s72-c/IMG_1180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-6255768524574127184</id><published>2009-12-01T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:15:23.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving week in Review. (lots of photoa)</title><content type='html'>Before I get growled at for not posting, again, I thought I would share our Thanksgiving week with you. We had a very nice Thanksgiving. In fact the whole week was wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D1 and M (her roomie and our new daughter) came home Friday before. It was fun to have D1 and D3 come to super Saturday with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night, late, Hubby and I and K (D2's BFF) went to Logan and picked up D2. We love it when the girls are home (even if we don't have enough beds.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVLNJ1x_cI/AAAAAAAABX4/LcEXwIyb_BM/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVLNJ1x_cI/AAAAAAAABX4/LcEXwIyb_BM/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410313216707395010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed. M’s family came down and it was a lot of fun to meet them. (Her grandma is serving a mission in Salt Lake so they stayed downtown with her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we stayed home and enjoyed food, games, food, movies and more food. (I totally blew my diet this week!) That evening we went to Hubbie’s parents for more pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVK256li1I/AAAAAAAABXw/tJgOfQRdc8k/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVK256li1I/AAAAAAAABXw/tJgOfQRdc8k/s400/030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410312834475461458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVK2I3btDI/AAAAAAAABXo/x46SA9KO1f0/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVK2I3btDI/AAAAAAAABXo/x46SA9KO1f0/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410312821308896306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday of course we went Black Friday shopping. We left at 1 am! I took D1 and D2with me. K, M and her mom and sisters came with us. We had a blast, got everything we needed, had breakfast and was home and in bed by 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon we went to the movies. The girls, including M's family saw New Moon. (Totally Team Jacob!) Hubby and Only Son saw 2012. Later that night we met M’s family again and did the lights downtown and then hot chocolate and ice cream at a local Diner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVLnOl1tyI/AAAAAAAABYI/Ix4j-_0SAxc/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVLnOl1tyI/AAAAAAAABYI/Ix4j-_0SAxc/s400/038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410313664659306274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVLmpTafEI/AAAAAAAABYA/DSiYn322jws/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVLmpTafEI/AAAAAAAABYA/DSiYn322jws/s400/039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410313654649912386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday,was the Turkey Bowl for Hubby and Only Son. D4 and D5 and I watched for a while but it was too cold to stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVMpwlOHHI/AAAAAAAABYY/ovuIf_jJl9o/s1600/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVMpwlOHHI/AAAAAAAABYY/ovuIf_jJl9o/s400/045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410314807654882418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVMpbC5kpI/AAAAAAAABYQ/yVEJOpPrA8Y/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVMpbC5kpI/AAAAAAAABYQ/yVEJOpPrA8Y/s400/044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410314801873785490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also attempted Family Photos on Saturday but the weather did not cooperate with us and we only got a very few before we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry NO photos of that. I used my other camera and I haven't downloaded them yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we came home,put up the tree, slept and ate more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVNmKfvwHI/AAAAAAAABYw/YQN_DBPzCYE/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVNmKfvwHI/AAAAAAAABYw/YQN_DBPzCYE/s400/076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410315845403394162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVNlg2V6RI/AAAAAAAABYo/SkQL0IEh_80/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVNlg2V6RI/AAAAAAAABYo/SkQL0IEh_80/s400/075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410315834223880466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVNlD83ylI/AAAAAAAABYg/34tAEkoyTLs/s1600/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVNlD83ylI/AAAAAAAABYg/34tAEkoyTLs/s400/077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410315826466638418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after church the girls went back to school and I went to bed. It was a great week, I love having my family home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVOQfgSPjI/AAAAAAAABZI/MqYhFxTD2-A/s1600/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVOQfgSPjI/AAAAAAAABZI/MqYhFxTD2-A/s400/081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410316572597304882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVOPiefnrI/AAAAAAAABZA/0MinKmfzuNk/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVOPiefnrI/AAAAAAAABZA/0MinKmfzuNk/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410316556215230130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVOPStJD_I/AAAAAAAABY4/wYalOZFTstQ/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVOPStJD_I/AAAAAAAABY4/wYalOZFTstQ/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410316551981699058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-6255768524574127184?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6255768524574127184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=6255768524574127184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6255768524574127184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6255768524574127184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-week-in-review-lots-of.html' title='Thanksgiving week in Review. (lots of photoa)'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SxVLNJ1x_cI/AAAAAAAABX4/LcEXwIyb_BM/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-3586706050648190097</id><published>2009-11-15T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:31:33.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it really been that long?</title><content type='html'>No I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, I didn't loose my password and I am still alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken lots of pictures thinking I would blog but it has just been so crazy and lots of things on my plate and mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have we been doing the last three weeks? Well here is just a short list.&lt;br /&gt;Been to Logan and Back to pick up D2 twice. Had both girls home with roomies. Made 5 dresses and a suit for the Brockbank Musical. Helped with Hair and Make up for the Play. Attended the play(3 times! Made two Halloween costumes, did a trunk or treat and trick or treating. Carved pumpkins (from our back yard) and made carmeled apples. Went to 3 doctors appointments in 5 days. Worked on kits for a few different Super Saturdays. Did a classroom party, a teenager party and a field trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I haven't really done anymore or less than any other mother/wife/women out there does every single day. I will try to do better. I enjoy watching all of your blogs. Thanks for being patient with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-3586706050648190097?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3586706050648190097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=3586706050648190097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/3586706050648190097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/3586706050648190097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/has-it-really-been-that-long.html' title='Has it really been that long?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7591564405156815582</id><published>2009-10-19T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:24:04.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One Reason...</title><content type='html'>...why I am so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love yellow roses. I love all roses, in fact I love flowers of all kind but yellow roses are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/StyuI3UeN-I/AAAAAAAABTI/KEUCpccWQdc/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/StyuI3UeN-I/AAAAAAAABTI/KEUCpccWQdc/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394377920995014626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet husband knows that I love these beautiful yellow roses so he buys me one often. Not because its my birthday or our anniversary but because he knows I enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I told you I am so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-7591564405156815582?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7591564405156815582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7591564405156815582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7591564405156815582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7591564405156815582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-one-reason.html' title='Just One Reason...'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/StyuI3UeN-I/AAAAAAAABTI/KEUCpccWQdc/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-8874834128335158926</id><published>2009-10-13T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:15:00.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming</title><content type='html'>I don't know how it happens but every time there is a big dance at school, our bedroom somehow turns into a beauty salon. This past Saturday was no different.&lt;br /&gt;I really can't complain. Its fun to watch the girls as they work on hair and make up and even help a little when they ask.&lt;br /&gt;So here is what Saturday looked like at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/StTecw5W9AI/AAAAAAAABS4/Wyh4MX_rsY0/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/StTecw5W9AI/AAAAAAAABS4/Wyh4MX_rsY0/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392179239612511234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D3 putting on her war paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/StTecfd6oPI/AAAAAAAABSw/YklrfvCVtso/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/StTecfd6oPI/AAAAAAAABSw/YklrfvCVtso/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392179234934006002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for mirror space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/StTeb2PenNI/AAAAAAAABSo/QkIonZfTW3s/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/StTeb2PenNI/AAAAAAAABSo/QkIonZfTW3s/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392179223867595986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dressed and waiting to go. Where are the guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/StTebZpbXKI/AAAAAAAABSg/IjWBqfjk8Ks/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/StTebZpbXKI/AAAAAAAABSg/IjWBqfjk8Ks/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392179216191806626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D3 and her date. Don't they look cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-8874834128335158926?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8874834128335158926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=8874834128335158926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8874834128335158926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8874834128335158926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/homecoming.html' title='Homecoming'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/StTecw5W9AI/AAAAAAAABS4/Wyh4MX_rsY0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-5036710119443349107</id><published>2009-10-09T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:21:21.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and Homecoming</title><content type='html'>What a wild week this has been for D3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Homecoming week for Cyprus and she has been busy and gone with a lot of activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss9QFG-e11I/AAAAAAAABSQ/S-s4jO-6_R0/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss9QFG-e11I/AAAAAAAABSQ/S-s4jO-6_R0/s400/037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390615327688021842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was decorating, Assemblies and of course the parade.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the game (go Pirates!) and tomorrow is the Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday she had an improve performance and it was also her 17th birthday. &lt;br /&gt;One of her very good friends came over and filled her room with balloons and signs. She loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss9QEt4UNzI/AAAAAAAABSI/6lTnvn_Rd6A/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss9QEt4UNzI/AAAAAAAABSI/6lTnvn_Rd6A/s400/041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390615320951273266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss9Qg4zYcJI/AAAAAAAABSY/kFmHXpLxgk0/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss9Qg4zYcJI/AAAAAAAABSY/kFmHXpLxgk0/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390615804919705746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that D3 is part of our family. Sometimes it gets hard in a large family and the middle children seam to get lost. We are so Blessed to have this young women in our family. She is so full of life and always finds the bright side of things. She brings sunshine into our home on a daily basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you D3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-5036710119443349107?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5036710119443349107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=5036710119443349107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5036710119443349107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5036710119443349107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthdays-and-homecoming.html' title='Birthdays and Homecoming'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss9QFG-e11I/AAAAAAAABSQ/S-s4jO-6_R0/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-6934383451989121113</id><published>2009-10-08T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:34:35.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witches and Fun</title><content type='html'>Hubby is out of town this week. &lt;br /&gt;Its been a long week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some fun I took the kids to &lt;a href="http://www.gardnervillage.com/"&gt;Gardner Village&lt;/a&gt; on Monday night for FHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised how much they all enjoyed it. We spent some time in some of the cute little shops there and even Only Son was impressed by a couple of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of places to take cute pictures. I wish I had been better prepared for that. (there was even one mom there with her baby in an Ann Geddies outfit taking some really cute photos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main reason we went was to do the &lt;a href="http://www.gardnervillage.com/i/pdf/1590Whichwitch09.pdf"&gt;witch Scavenger Hunt&lt;/a&gt;. It was actually a lot of fun trying to find all the cute witches. When we finished we went to the bakery and had fresh chocolate chip cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss6sokvwDNI/AAAAAAAABRs/mzbei0cwXCs/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss6sokvwDNI/AAAAAAAABRs/mzbei0cwXCs/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390435617067764946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss6soOs3r1I/AAAAAAAABRk/hOamnoJ2waw/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss6soOs3r1I/AAAAAAAABRk/hOamnoJ2waw/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390435611150102354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss6snewPC7I/AAAAAAAABRc/MWEeQB1Ts6Q/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss6snewPC7I/AAAAAAAABRc/MWEeQB1Ts6Q/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390435598279314354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss6sm2jl3-I/AAAAAAAABRU/Pgc7iLK9qf4/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss6sm2jl3-I/AAAAAAAABRU/Pgc7iLK9qf4/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390435587488866274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss6smdSmGII/AAAAAAAABRM/1sqOw5Oqq6k/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss6smdSmGII/AAAAAAAABRM/1sqOw5Oqq6k/s400/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390435580706691202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was nice but we did get a little cold at the end so we came home and had donuts and hot chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still really miss hubby but it turned out to be a good evening for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-6934383451989121113?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6934383451989121113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=6934383451989121113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6934383451989121113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6934383451989121113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/witches-and-fun.html' title='Witches and Fun'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ss6sokvwDNI/AAAAAAAABRs/mzbei0cwXCs/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-1195644013037822727</id><published>2009-10-04T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:23:22.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a nice weekend</title><content type='html'>Excuse the mess but this has been such a great weekend. It started Friday when both D's 1 and 2 came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SsliOFJh4cI/AAAAAAAABPM/FfOcPTC_nJA/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SsliOFJh4cI/AAAAAAAABPM/FfOcPTC_nJA/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388946423165346242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D1 brought home here roomies so we had a full house (12 if your are counting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was here, we celebrated her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SslirAUCcII/AAAAAAAABPc/tDaecD61PDg/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SslirAUCcII/AAAAAAAABPc/tDaecD61PDg/s400/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388946920083452034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ssliq38qDRI/AAAAAAAABPU/fLYBR-d3Yg0/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Ssliq38qDRI/AAAAAAAABPU/fLYBR-d3Yg0/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388946917837901074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday afternoon, Hubby, Only Son, D1 and 2 and roomies all went downtown to the afternoon session of conference. Afterwards the girls went to Gateway while Hubby and Only Son attended the Priesthood session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we all watched it together at home. I can't tell you what an experience that was for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SsljL3DrKZI/AAAAAAAABPs/isSAKs3qcnQ/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SsljL3DrKZI/AAAAAAAABPs/isSAKs3qcnQ/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388947484534581650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SsljLSwQ4NI/AAAAAAAABPk/s-1dG1Ax1cs/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SsljLSwQ4NI/AAAAAAAABPk/s-1dG1Ax1cs/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388947474789490898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon we also had dinner and just hung out and visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sslkyul8dcI/AAAAAAAABQU/A5H6r1jEDVE/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sslkyul8dcI/AAAAAAAABQU/A5H6r1jEDVE/s400/027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388949251788928450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SslkyPtRMSI/AAAAAAAABQM/jTk__dHJlVk/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SslkyPtRMSI/AAAAAAAABQM/jTk__dHJlVk/s400/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388949243498148130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SslkxWmicrI/AAAAAAAABP8/mM8dWZ6dZQM/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SslkxWmicrI/AAAAAAAABP8/mM8dWZ6dZQM/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388949228169097906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sslkw0rNNsI/AAAAAAAABP0/JdL1NJtvmwY/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sslkw0rNNsI/AAAAAAAABP0/JdL1NJtvmwY/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388949219061872322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SsllUgannwI/AAAAAAAABQc/Dqj9vAcRbxw/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SsllUgannwI/AAAAAAAABQc/Dqj9vAcRbxw/s400/030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388949832098881282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really has been a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... And I won this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SsllsoaCLJI/AAAAAAAABQk/uuTfIY5ByCw/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SsllsoaCLJI/AAAAAAAABQk/uuTfIY5ByCw/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388950246560771218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-1195644013037822727?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1195644013037822727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=1195644013037822727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1195644013037822727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1195644013037822727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-nice-weekend.html' title='What a nice weekend'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SsliOFJh4cI/AAAAAAAABPM/FfOcPTC_nJA/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7294780520845288396</id><published>2009-10-01T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:37:14.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How did this happen?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday they laid her in my arms for the first time. She was a little 6 pound 8 ounce bundle of beautiful, perfect joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she is 20. Did you get that? TWENTY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember putting her in the car seat to drive her home for the first time, being in a car had never been as scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day when she ate the deodorant from the diaper pail, my prenatal vitamins and Tylenol all in the same day. (she was 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we shared naps and play time together because it was only the two of us. (I think I remember)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember taking her to kindergarten for the first time...and walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember her first date- Homecoming- and how I wanted to just take a peek in at the dance and make sure she was having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember all these things and so many more and yet I think it all happened overnight because there is no way she can be twenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SsTJ5rYkvRI/AAAAAAAABOE/fnLWdfz20as/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SsTJ5rYkvRI/AAAAAAAABOE/fnLWdfz20as/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387653046977477906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sad or depressed; She is a beautiful women and I am so proud of her. I just don't know how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sweetie. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-7294780520845288396?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7294780520845288396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7294780520845288396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7294780520845288396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7294780520845288396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-did-this-happen.html' title='How did this happen?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SsTJ5rYkvRI/AAAAAAAABOE/fnLWdfz20as/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-5939166689451122550</id><published>2009-09-25T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:00:39.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th grade field trip</title><content type='html'>Did you know Murry had a Nature Center? A place in the middle of the city you can go for a walk and look for birds and wild animals? I had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week was D5's first field trip. I can't say it was fun but it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids learned all about animals, how they protect themselves, what and how they eat and stuff like that. They also went on a little walk on the trails. It was actually really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sr0tAljRC0I/AAAAAAAABNo/F0cZfdFzWhU/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sr0tAljRC0I/AAAAAAAABNo/F0cZfdFzWhU/s400/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385510217508260674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting part came when, (are you ready for this?) they dissected Owl Pellets.  I learned that the pellets are not poop, the owls actually bring them back up through their mouths. (I am sorry if you are eating lunch!) The kids had to break open the pellets and look for mice and rat bones. It was kind of neat to see and kind of icky too. (some of them had maggots, luckily not D5's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sr0tASGZj0I/AAAAAAAABNg/qjNVfmmmPLk/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sr0tASGZj0I/AAAAAAAABNg/qjNVfmmmPLk/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385510212286910274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sr0s_xYknNI/AAAAAAAABNY/nLU-swG96tQ/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sr0s_xYknNI/AAAAAAAABNY/nLU-swG96tQ/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385510203504762066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things you learn on a 4th grade field trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-5939166689451122550?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5939166689451122550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=5939166689451122550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5939166689451122550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5939166689451122550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/4th-grade-field-trip.html' title='4th grade field trip'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sr0tAljRC0I/AAAAAAAABNo/F0cZfdFzWhU/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-5406102666666159766</id><published>2009-09-24T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:55:31.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country</title><content type='html'>Tuesday was a Cross Country Meet for only son. I have had a hard time getting to one (they are at such an awful time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Son is not the fastest kid on the team. (However I think he might be the smallest), but he doesn't do half bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran the mile and half and came in 40th place out of 80 runners. Not bad for his very first year. I am so proud of him, he is a really hard worker and never gives up. It doesn't matter if he never wins a race, he will always be an example of determination for me! And as long as he is having fun.  Look at the smile on his face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SruUlbu50MI/AAAAAAAABNQ/ZPdjUl63ekE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SruUlbu50MI/AAAAAAAABNQ/ZPdjUl63ekE/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385061150272114882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SruUlHg47dI/AAAAAAAABNI/APAMFil82_Y/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SruUlHg47dI/AAAAAAAABNI/APAMFil82_Y/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385061144844627410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go Son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-5406102666666159766?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5406102666666159766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=5406102666666159766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5406102666666159766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5406102666666159766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/cross-country.html' title='Cross Country'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SruUlbu50MI/AAAAAAAABNQ/ZPdjUl63ekE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-4633191203311421813</id><published>2009-09-22T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:37:32.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of fall, not something I am excited about. But I decided to try and embrace it. Here is what I did to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me a cup of Fat Free Hot chocolate. (Add a dash of cinnamon and a drop of vanilla extract and its very yummy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a new scent in my scenty..Nutmeg and Orange Zest. It at least smells warm and cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on this years new favorite hoodie (Blue-USU) and did a 3 mile walk after the kids all went to school. (the best part was I didn't even freeze- it actually felt nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and put Taco Soup in the crock pot. (recipe to follow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Srj6X7NyOGI/AAAAAAAABNA/mW9hR8SiKBc/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Srj6X7NyOGI/AAAAAAAABNA/mW9hR8SiKBc/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384328643460872290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I am going to go put some Laundry in the wash and start on some sewing projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So What did you do to celebrate fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taco Soup&lt;br /&gt;1 lb Ground Turkey Meat (or hamburger, cooked and drained&lt;br /&gt;1 can Pinto Beans&lt;br /&gt;1 Can Black Beans&lt;br /&gt;1 Can Kidney Beans&lt;br /&gt;1 Can Corn, drained&lt;br /&gt;1 Sm Can Chopped Green Chilli's (if you like it spicier you can add another can but one works just well for me.)&lt;br /&gt;1 Can Olives cut in half&lt;br /&gt;1 Large can stewed tomatoes (I cheated and used about 5 tomatoes fresh from the garden.)&lt;br /&gt;3 Tbs Dried Ranch Mix&lt;br /&gt;1/4 Cup Taco seasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it all in the crock pot, mix it and let simmer all day....&lt;br /&gt;Serve with Sharp Cheddar cheese and fritos.&lt;br /&gt;Yummy&lt;br /&gt;(and for those who want to know its only 4 points per bowl. Before the cheese)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-4633191203311421813?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4633191203311421813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=4633191203311421813' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4633191203311421813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4633191203311421813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Srj6X7NyOGI/AAAAAAAABNA/mW9hR8SiKBc/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7063929234408480923</id><published>2009-09-21T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:09:05.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>I hate being sick! I hate it when I don't feel well and I don't like it when the kids are sick either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday D4 "lost her cookies" at school (right after she told the teacher she didn't feel well and the teacher told her she was fine!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason, I guess I don't like to be left out of the sickness because I always get what the kids bring home and this time was no exception. The problem was it was stake conference. Lucky I didn't get it as bad as D4 and I was still able to participate and enjoy the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D2 Surprised us Saturday by showing up unannounced. It was nice to have her home even if it was only for about 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stake conference was wonderful. I am so grateful I was able to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Only Son went to bed early... He has a fever and upset stomach. And a cross country meet tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, I hate sickness?!? Oh well here we go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. did I mention that Only Son and D4 made the Musical? D4 is even a lead. They are both excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-7063929234408480923?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7063929234408480923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7063929234408480923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7063929234408480923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7063929234408480923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-4645762849331434595</id><published>2009-09-13T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:25:38.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One wild and crazy week</title><content type='html'>In one week ( Eight days actually) this is part of what we have done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Midway and enjoyed Swiss Days with our good friends the Stevens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2UbiJ5daI/AAAAAAAABJ4/d_LonN0krEE/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2UbiJ5daI/AAAAAAAABJ4/d_LonN0krEE/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381120330523309474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran a 5K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2UbzwwB4I/AAAAAAAABKA/JHkIGITVi5A/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2UbzwwB4I/AAAAAAAABKA/JHkIGITVi5A/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381120335249672066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent D1 off to school ... again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2UcsaArXI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z08gebvEfRI/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2UcsaArXI/AAAAAAAABKI/Z08gebvEfRI/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381120350455115122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chopped down the tree in our front yard and hauled it off.  (yes that is only son weilding a chain saw...very scary!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2VOuit8UI/AAAAAAAABKQ/kplpa5NGzOo/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2VOuit8UI/AAAAAAAABKQ/kplpa5NGzOo/s400/027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381121210021966146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Pictures but we moved children and rearanged 3 bedrooms... that resulted in two dump runs, two DI runs and one still to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D3 was asked to Homecoming (that means another dress to sew.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2WDtF6NVI/AAAAAAAABKg/YSfK7PuJZQg/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2WDtF6NVI/AAAAAAAABKg/YSfK7PuJZQg/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381122120165766482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2WDYj2bNI/AAAAAAAABKY/ipzVzzUzc58/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2WDYj2bNI/AAAAAAAABKY/ipzVzzUzc58/s400/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381122114654203090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D4 and Only Son made Pizzaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flew to California with D4 (her first time on an airplane) and our good friends the Warner Girls.  Spent the day at Knott's Berry Farm and then flew home. (Unbelievable Fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2WnHDVycI/AAAAAAAABKw/EzQHDqZ2F3I/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2WnHDVycI/AAAAAAAABKw/EzQHDqZ2F3I/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381122728429734338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2Wm0y_CaI/AAAAAAAABKo/232gyh0ngEc/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2Wm0y_CaI/AAAAAAAABKo/232gyh0ngEc/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381122723529296290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2YW--JvmI/AAAAAAAABLo/TFxNVXMdJ0M/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2YW--JvmI/AAAAAAAABLo/TFxNVXMdJ0M/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381124650405838434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2YWoJgaDI/AAAAAAAABLg/n4tj4hN_FUk/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2YWoJgaDI/AAAAAAAABLg/n4tj4hN_FUk/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381124644279445554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 12+ hours at the Scrapbook Expo with my mom, all four sisters, one sister-in-law and my niece. (Great fun!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2XttWrWHI/AAAAAAAABLY/tbvgOXLHG2k/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2XttWrWHI/AAAAAAAABLY/tbvgOXLHG2k/s400/038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381123941302229106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2XtRDhY0I/AAAAAAAABLQ/TRiVpgeaUtY/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2XtRDhY0I/AAAAAAAABLQ/TRiVpgeaUtY/s400/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381123933705691970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2Xs5PvvOI/AAAAAAAABLI/T3S2xQh63Nw/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2Xs5PvvOI/AAAAAAAABLI/T3S2xQh63Nw/s400/041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381123927314513122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2XsYzMb-I/AAAAAAAABLA/qEZlj9X1Sxg/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2XsYzMb-I/AAAAAAAABLA/qEZlj9X1Sxg/s400/036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381123918604824546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2XsM2hfXI/AAAAAAAABK4/n2sZTFWk-XA/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2XsM2hfXI/AAAAAAAABK4/n2sZTFWk-XA/s400/043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381123915397561714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent all morning Saturday at the Family History Super Saturday (I can't wait to get started on some Family History now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended the neighborhood Bar BQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated my hubby (oh how I love Cafe Rio)!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut wood for all the new kits that were ordered this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorow is Monday.  Tomorow I have to be mom again.  I promise to try and keep things at a slower pace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-4645762849331434595?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4645762849331434595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=4645762849331434595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4645762849331434595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4645762849331434595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-wild-and-crazy-week.html' title='One wild and crazy week'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sq2UbiJ5daI/AAAAAAAABJ4/d_LonN0krEE/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-5289814511628266177</id><published>2009-09-07T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:28:45.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>I did it!! Today was the 5K. I know for most people, a 5K is just a little thing. But ever since hubby started running I knew I wanted to do one. I have been "training" for almost 2 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked. My goal wasn't to be first, I didn't even care if I was last, my goal was to do it in 45 minutes. I did it in 42!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby ran and did his best time ever. 24 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;Only Son ran for the first time and did it in 28 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;D1, who could have ran it, stayed by my side and cheered me on the entire way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SqW1dWZHs4I/AAAAAAAABJY/4JdCmC0jLKc/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SqW1dWZHs4I/AAAAAAAABJY/4JdCmC0jLKc/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378904845795701634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SqW5YvXmVbI/AAAAAAAABJg/Ow-QSmtMbNw/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SqW5YvXmVbI/AAAAAAAABJg/Ow-QSmtMbNw/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378909164647372210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SqW1cnjUoqI/AAAAAAAABJI/7Y5UBGxXeuI/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SqW1cnjUoqI/AAAAAAAABJI/7Y5UBGxXeuI/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378904833222025890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I am tired and happy. I did it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-5289814511628266177?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5289814511628266177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=5289814511628266177' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5289814511628266177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5289814511628266177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-did-i.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SqW1dWZHs4I/AAAAAAAABJY/4JdCmC0jLKc/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-6663170953492928141</id><published>2009-09-02T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:35:21.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Time???</title><content type='html'>Whats that? Now the kids are all back in school, its run, run, run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D3 made SBO, Improve and theater productions. And she got a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D4 is Improve captain, involved in concert orchestra and drama club, not to mention the musical that is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Son is on the Cross Country team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Son and D4 have tried out for Pizzaz (wont know on that till next week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats only three of the six, add in church stuff, home work and three more kids. Then work around hubby's crazy schedule and my own? What is free time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos of D3 showing off her new jacket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sp6cQLwyNaI/AAAAAAAABH4/TYNQiQX_Vn8/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sp6cQLwyNaI/AAAAAAAABH4/TYNQiQX_Vn8/s400/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376906806976198050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sp6cPrJZ3DI/AAAAAAAABHw/DorBgq2-838/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sp6cPrJZ3DI/AAAAAAAABHw/DorBgq2-838/s400/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376906798221089842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sp6cPf9YtUI/AAAAAAAABHo/ogYVPpMCaLI/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sp6cPf9YtUI/AAAAAAAABHo/ogYVPpMCaLI/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376906795217892674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sp6cOyKLLYI/AAAAAAAABHg/oo807RoZxks/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sp6cOyKLLYI/AAAAAAAABHg/oo807RoZxks/s400/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376906782923500930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may complain but I really don't think I would change a thing. I enjoy watching my children grow and learn as they try new things and develop new talents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-6663170953492928141?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6663170953492928141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=6663170953492928141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6663170953492928141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6663170953492928141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/free-time.html' title='Free Time???'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sp6cQLwyNaI/AAAAAAAABH4/TYNQiQX_Vn8/s72-c/IMG_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-976104520602623162</id><published>2009-09-01T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:15:46.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School Photos</title><content type='html'>My QUIET week didn't happen. In fact last week about 10 minutes after I blogged it was time to go here, do this, pick up this...you know the drill. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have a nice but busy week. Hubby and I went and did a session at the new Temple. Mom and my sister came and played one day. I attended two Activity Day's activities and one Court of Honor. Had dinner and a movie with my husband. We did craft night and in between running kids here and there I got some time to work on some new projects. (Check out the Ideacloset.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the back to school photos of the kids. They are all doing well and enjoy being back in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sp1xRO531II/AAAAAAAABG4/5Q9cTL-6ius/s&lt;br /&gt;1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sp1xRO531II/AAAAAAAABG4/5Q9cTL-6ius/s400/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376578071022785666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sp1xQ81eh3I/AAAAAAAABGw/z-_1EJUfEQY/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sp1xQ81eh3I/AAAAAAAABGw/z-_1EJUfEQY/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376578066172512114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sp1xQfdEuSI/AAAAAAAABGo/0ZzHhATUNiQ/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sp1xQfdEuSI/AAAAAAAABGo/0ZzHhATUNiQ/s400/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376578058285529378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday I will get my quiet time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-976104520602623162?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/976104520602623162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=976104520602623162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/976104520602623162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/976104520602623162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-school-photos.html' title='Back To School Photos'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sp1xRO531II/AAAAAAAABG4/5Q9cTL-6ius/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7544596021419348254</id><published>2009-08-24T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:40:01.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you hear that?</title><content type='html'>Shhhh... Listen...can you hear it.&lt;br /&gt;No TV, No music, no fighting just quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do?&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower with ALL the hot water?&lt;br /&gt;Eat peanut butter out of the jar?&lt;br /&gt;Watch MY movie?&lt;br /&gt;Take a nap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will post pictures. Today? I am going to enjoy the quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-7544596021419348254?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7544596021419348254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7544596021419348254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7544596021419348254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7544596021419348254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-you-hear-that.html' title='Can you hear that?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-6490838848164365727</id><published>2009-08-20T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:10:43.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>I am going to be in so much trouble for posting these photos but what the heck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you have 3 board teenagers, a kitchen (with permission to make something) and a camera? Check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/So1me-W8hNI/AAAAAAAABFo/06JQhH43kz8/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/So1me-W8hNI/AAAAAAAABFo/06JQhH43kz8/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372062612844217554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/So1meaHt0pI/AAAAAAAABFg/E9s9fxld5e0/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/So1meaHt0pI/AAAAAAAABFg/E9s9fxld5e0/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372062603116663442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/So1meBEU3cI/AAAAAAAABFY/5D07YLKqlG0/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/So1meBEU3cI/AAAAAAAABFY/5D07YLKqlG0/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372062596391558594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/So1mdudOUmI/AAAAAAAABFQ/bQqOEGnsuVg/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/So1mdudOUmI/AAAAAAAABFQ/bQqOEGnsuVg/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372062591395713634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/So1mdFovR5I/AAAAAAAABFI/Pq_n-q9vgPk/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/So1mdFovR5I/AAAAAAAABFI/Pq_n-q9vgPk/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372062580438157202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the end results were delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/So1nOdpycNI/AAAAAAAABFw/SCj_lTB0P0I/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/So1nOdpycNI/AAAAAAAABFw/SCj_lTB0P0I/s400/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372063428698599634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-6490838848164365727?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6490838848164365727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=6490838848164365727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6490838848164365727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6490838848164365727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-in-kitchen.html' title='Fun in the Kitchen'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/So1me-W8hNI/AAAAAAAABFo/06JQhH43kz8/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-2271770055263970547</id><published>2009-08-18T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:54:31.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it get any easier?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosE8nMUvkI/AAAAAAAABEc/vD-EzI8tCQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosE8nMUvkI/AAAAAAAABEc/vD-EzI8tCQ8/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371392419928784450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosE8ZIpNlI/AAAAAAAABEU/jP8Cl5crrNM/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosE8ZIpNlI/AAAAAAAABEU/jP8Cl5crrNM/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371392416155252306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosE73XBkuI/AAAAAAAABEM/lPVGzfeqlK4/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosE73XBkuI/AAAAAAAABEM/lPVGzfeqlK4/s400/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371392407088763618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosEW05p-AI/AAAAAAAABD8/TJoyiC_PMsU/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosEW05p-AI/AAAAAAAABD8/TJoyiC_PMsU/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371391770773551106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosEWQiuWiI/AAAAAAAABD0/Yie0lS_1xfc/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosEWQiuWiI/AAAAAAAABD0/Yie0lS_1xfc/s400/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371391761013692962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosEV2s73iI/AAAAAAAABDs/Vh11CrzbWdY/s1600-h/IMG_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosEV2s73iI/AAAAAAAABDs/Vh11CrzbWdY/s400/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371391754077199906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosEVbTqIHI/AAAAAAAABDk/VNrvUOItchM/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosEVbTqIHI/AAAAAAAABDk/VNrvUOItchM/s400/IMG_0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371391746723422322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosEUj3pbiI/AAAAAAAABDc/K56wxpE80Ow/s1600-h/IMG_1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosEUj3pbiI/AAAAAAAABDc/K56wxpE80Ow/s400/IMG_1200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371391731841986082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosElCbatRI/AAAAAAAABEE/6V8S28ehTHA/s1600-h/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosElCbatRI/AAAAAAAABEE/6V8S28ehTHA/s400/128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371392014922986770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosFoxVmSuI/AAAAAAAABEk/zxRHoV_u-bw/s1600-h/IMG_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosFoxVmSuI/AAAAAAAABEk/zxRHoV_u-bw/s400/IMG_1276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371393178566281954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosF2Qpb4uI/AAAAAAAABEs/2au92MSRNuI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosF2Qpb4uI/AAAAAAAABEs/2au92MSRNuI/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371393410309284578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we took D2 up to USU. We got her books and got her room set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosGR-_xbPI/AAAAAAAABE8/ZTQ-fIUckVw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosGR-_xbPI/AAAAAAAABE8/ZTQ-fIUckVw/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371393886607469810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosGRW6KiLI/AAAAAAAABE0/8HEBeJSJMfA/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosGRW6KiLI/AAAAAAAABE0/8HEBeJSJMfA/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371393875846531250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was nervous but very excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer to the question, Does it get any easier is NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving out of that parking lot was probably the hardest thing I will ever do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you D2 and are so proud of you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-2271770055263970547?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2271770055263970547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=2271770055263970547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2271770055263970547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2271770055263970547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/does-it-get-any-easier.html' title='Does it get any easier?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SosE8nMUvkI/AAAAAAAABEc/vD-EzI8tCQ8/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-1826822015499515719</id><published>2009-08-12T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:59:10.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoon</title><content type='html'>Last Friday was work Lagoon day. Because we had to bring D3 home for work and D1 didn't get to come up until that evening, the rest of us did something we have never done before...we spent the entire day (yes 12 hours) at Lagoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D4 brought her BFF and the kids had a blast; they even got me on a few rides I didn't think I would ever get on again. But come Saturday morning, we were all tired. It was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM5I1-2qMI/AAAAAAAABBQ/EfcEqz4O-f0/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM5I1-2qMI/AAAAAAAABBQ/EfcEqz4O-f0/s400/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369198004848208066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM5IRBi9SI/AAAAAAAABBI/iYN7zzBdjw0/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM5IRBi9SI/AAAAAAAABBI/iYN7zzBdjw0/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369197994927387938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM5IJvl8cI/AAAAAAAABBA/nFq8ny-0x3k/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM5IJvl8cI/AAAAAAAABBA/nFq8ny-0x3k/s400/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369197992973038018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM4wH6X5tI/AAAAAAAABA4/Ui73evMnUEw/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM4wH6X5tI/AAAAAAAABA4/Ui73evMnUEw/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369197580164523730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM4vvEVK4I/AAAAAAAABAw/8b4VE4TtEc8/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM4vvEVK4I/AAAAAAAABAw/8b4VE4TtEc8/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369197573495401346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM4vK7iIfI/AAAAAAAABAo/cjoraSs1YQc/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM4vK7iIfI/AAAAAAAABAo/cjoraSs1YQc/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369197563794825714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM4uYLwQpI/AAAAAAAABAg/0GdruOGDcww/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM4uYLwQpI/AAAAAAAABAg/0GdruOGDcww/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369197550172652178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM4uBR_m0I/AAAAAAAABAY/iL0mHSXUg8w/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM4uBR_m0I/AAAAAAAABAY/iL0mHSXUg8w/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369197544024808258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was perfect and the day was great but the best part of Lagoon is the smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-1826822015499515719?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1826822015499515719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=1826822015499515719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1826822015499515719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1826822015499515719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/lagoon.html' title='Lagoon'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SoM5I1-2qMI/AAAAAAAABBQ/EfcEqz4O-f0/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-8285282574511592560</id><published>2009-08-09T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:51:50.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>President Hinkley</title><content type='html'>This is so good.  And so timely.  I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkUwh1YUMtE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkUwh1YUMtE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-8285282574511592560?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8285282574511592560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=8285282574511592560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8285282574511592560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8285282574511592560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/president-hinkley.html' title='President Hinkley'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-6533464952784994564</id><published>2009-08-07T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:15:52.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Nerds</title><content type='html'>Yep, it's true.  One more week week and D2 will be leaving for school.  I can't believe it is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week her computer came.  She was a little excited. How did we spend the afternoon? See below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SnxEgKzeM8I/AAAAAAAAA-s/zthi5IJ7i_s/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SnxEgKzeM8I/AAAAAAAAA-s/zthi5IJ7i_s/s400/044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367240175365534658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SnxEf2yfncI/AAAAAAAAA-k/3E0Z7ItiCaM/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SnxEf2yfncI/AAAAAAAAA-k/3E0Z7ItiCaM/s400/043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367240169992723906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, we are all nerds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-6533464952784994564?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6533464952784994564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=6533464952784994564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6533464952784994564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6533464952784994564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/computer-nerds.html' title='Computer Nerds'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SnxEgKzeM8I/AAAAAAAAA-s/zthi5IJ7i_s/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-2584705693891747188</id><published>2009-08-04T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:15:01.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary Temple day</title><content type='html'>I am a little behind (the story of my life); last month our primary attended the Temple Open House. It was so neat to go with all these little ones. You should have seen the look on their eyes. They just lit up. It was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who wanted photos here they are or I can email them to you. Just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SniWORB92fI/AAAAAAAAA9s/JMHhCYahoZM/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SniWORB92fI/AAAAAAAAA9s/JMHhCYahoZM/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366204127845931506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SniWNi8iiQI/AAAAAAAAA9k/yA-ueYcpIO0/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SniWNi8iiQI/AAAAAAAAA9k/yA-ueYcpIO0/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366204115475138818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SniWNEvg6WI/AAAAAAAAA9c/nRGPOpk4ol8/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SniWNEvg6WI/AAAAAAAAA9c/nRGPOpk4ol8/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366204107367442786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SniWMT3Dd9I/AAAAAAAAA9U/dje4ngfmgb8/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SniWMT3Dd9I/AAAAAAAAA9U/dje4ngfmgb8/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366204094245730258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SniWL_L-d9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/R_isabNrlRA/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SniWL_L-d9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/R_isabNrlRA/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366204088696338386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-2584705693891747188?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2584705693891747188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=2584705693891747188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2584705693891747188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2584705693891747188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/primary-temple-day.html' title='Primary Temple day'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SniWORB92fI/AAAAAAAAA9s/JMHhCYahoZM/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-5708776038075782602</id><published>2009-07-31T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:31:40.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water fun</title><content type='html'>Last week, D1 returned home for a few weeks.  To celebrate we spent the day at Willard Bay.  While the girls and I swam, Only Son and Hubby went fishing.  We had a picnic and just enjoyed the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SnNJHaWcZ5I/AAAAAAAAA8c/oVnb4Y45Q60/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SnNJHaWcZ5I/AAAAAAAAA8c/oVnb4Y45Q60/s400/052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364711972809762706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SnNJHI8dAiI/AAAAAAAAA8U/dlFYIbHLriY/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SnNJHI8dAiI/AAAAAAAAA8U/dlFYIbHLriY/s400/083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364711968137347618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SnNJG0AXg1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/WTOIXnY8Aec/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SnNJG0AXg1I/AAAAAAAAA8M/WTOIXnY8Aec/s400/076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364711962516620114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SnNJGhoVBPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/n8Abfya6JfQ/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SnNJGhoVBPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/n8Abfya6JfQ/s400/069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364711957583955186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SnNJGaW9aZI/AAAAAAAAA78/ZJdbAobUFLk/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SnNJGaW9aZI/AAAAAAAAA78/ZJdbAobUFLk/s400/075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364711955632056722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to have everyone home for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-5708776038075782602?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5708776038075782602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=5708776038075782602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5708776038075782602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5708776038075782602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-week-d1-returned-home-for-few.html' title='Water fun'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SnNJHaWcZ5I/AAAAAAAAA8c/oVnb4Y45Q60/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-9090511005071131177</id><published>2009-07-27T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:21:39.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sob Sob</title><content type='html'>Question: What do you get when you have 6 children attending five different schools?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: a bunch of "fisrt day of school" days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was the first, first day. D5 headed off this morning. First days don't usually bother me, in fact, if it doesn't make me sound like a bad mom, I enjoy the first day. This year however something happened. I don't know what it was; maybe it was the fact that she is in 4th grade today. Maybe it was she got herself ready almost entirely by herself this morning (I did help a little with the hair.) Maybe its because she looked so big as we bought her new clothes. Maybe it was because she wanted a bag this year instead of a back pack. Maybe because as soon as we got to the school she ran off to see all her friends. Maybe its because she is the last one to attend elementry and she is doing it all by herself; or maybe, just maybe its because I am feeling old as I watch my litle girl, my baby walk in to class and I wonder how long it will be before she doesn't need me anymore. Whatever it was, today wasn't a usual first day of school, it wasn't one I enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sm3uU3xOWwI/AAAAAAAAA7c/PqPqZz8rmPY/s1600-h/147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sm3uU3xOWwI/AAAAAAAAA7c/PqPqZz8rmPY/s400/147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363204773603334914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sm3uUiDtwaI/AAAAAAAAA7U/vJElN28Y-uo/s1600-h/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sm3uUiDtwaI/AAAAAAAAA7U/vJElN28Y-uo/s400/145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363204767775310242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sm3wEik9d2I/AAAAAAAAA7s/g-VF8Fzq1zs/s1600-h/154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sm3wEik9d2I/AAAAAAAAA7s/g-VF8Fzq1zs/s400/154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363206692060100450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I came home to find 5 teenagers, in various stages of wakefulness, a messy house, a blaring TV and the shower going. Maybe first days of school are not that bad. I think I will survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-9090511005071131177?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9090511005071131177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=9090511005071131177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/9090511005071131177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/9090511005071131177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/sob-sob.html' title='Sob Sob'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sm3uU3xOWwI/AAAAAAAAA7c/PqPqZz8rmPY/s72-c/147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-18263210958687796</id><published>2009-07-20T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:51:33.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>I know I am not a perfect wife, daughter, sister or Friend; I don't even pretend to be a perfect mom but after 20 years...Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, after I tell my daughter to call before she walks to work because there is a power outage and they might not need her, does she walk to work (1.5 miles) in 100 degree heat, only to find out they don't need her due to the power outage? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, when I leave my children to go on a date with hubby, after telling them repeatedly to get jobs (they each have one room a day that they are responsible for) and showers done, do I come home 4 hours later to find them ALL in front of the TV, no showers and no jobs complete? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, when I tell them on Saturday night that we are leaving for church 45 minutes early the next day, be ready, do they act all surprised come Sunday morning that I want them in the van at 10:15? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, when I tell tell them not to leave the shampoo bottle upside down because it leaks, do I get in the shower to find ... you guessed it, shampoo all over the tub and the bottle upside down? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, when I explain in a calm clear voice (not yelling) that if bedrooms are not cleaned they will not get to go to a friends house, do they through a fit because said friend calls and they can't go play? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me? I need to know; but then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, when I know I need to be reading my Scriptures better, offering prayers more often, get my visiting teaching done, do I put it off and then wonder WHY my life seams to be spinning out of control. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some Monday morning thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-18263210958687796?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/18263210958687796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=18263210958687796' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/18263210958687796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/18263210958687796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-6185852007557852705</id><published>2009-07-15T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:18:48.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Movie....EVER!</title><content type='html'>What a night. The girls and I got to the theater around 11:00 PM last night. Because we had bought our tickets early, we got right in but the theater was already 1/2 full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sl4OVgpllbI/AAAAAAAAA64/wZ3uXgaCc6k/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sl4OVgpllbI/AAAAAAAAA64/wZ3uXgaCc6k/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358736369321874866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sl4OVen5XnI/AAAAAAAAA6w/DFontc0B0n4/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sl4OVen5XnI/AAAAAAAAA6w/DFontc0B0n4/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358736368777911922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All their friends were there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sl4OVASQrPI/AAAAAAAAA6o/NSD1_tmAwu8/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sl4OVASQrPI/AAAAAAAAA6o/NSD1_tmAwu8/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358736360634100978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sl4OUSwMXXI/AAAAAAAAA6g/R3P2g7tSugY/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sl4OUSwMXXI/AAAAAAAAA6g/R3P2g7tSugY/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358736348411616626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sl4OUMF_k6I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/rFUS8XEB40Y/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sl4OUMF_k6I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/rFUS8XEB40Y/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358736346624005026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a late night, we didn't get home till almost 3:00 AM. &lt;br /&gt;Totally worth it. Can't wait to see it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-6185852007557852705?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6185852007557852705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=6185852007557852705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6185852007557852705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6185852007557852705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-movieever.html' title='Best Movie....EVER!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sl4OVgpllbI/AAAAAAAAA64/wZ3uXgaCc6k/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-1292248477795837019</id><published>2009-07-13T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:35:00.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Pretties</title><content type='html'>The other night I found myself home alone with only Ds3, 4&amp;5 so we decided to do a girly activity. The girls had so much fun making hair pretties at girls camp we decided to do some more.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SluZxQaUNyI/AAAAAAAAA6E/VyYuzbecxS4/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SluZxQaUNyI/AAAAAAAAA6E/VyYuzbecxS4/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358045253185320738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SluZqDgFeGI/AAAAAAAAA58/HFo6DT5sUok/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SluZqDgFeGI/AAAAAAAAA58/HFo6DT5sUok/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358045129460775010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SluZp8HWzJI/AAAAAAAAA50/VsSR6ogteLU/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SluZp8HWzJI/AAAAAAAAA50/VsSR6ogteLU/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358045127478004882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SluZpuGfdmI/AAAAAAAAA5s/WJsVuMKfvFU/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SluZpuGfdmI/AAAAAAAAA5s/WJsVuMKfvFU/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358045123716281954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SluZpWG4QPI/AAAAAAAAA5k/uEGUXKG7xK8/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SluZpWG4QPI/AAAAAAAAA5k/uEGUXKG7xK8/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358045117275455730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SluZpMMoqOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/aY3zJ60189I/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SluZpMMoqOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/aY3zJ60189I/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358045114615245026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they had a good time, I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-1292248477795837019?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1292248477795837019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=1292248477795837019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1292248477795837019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1292248477795837019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/hair-pretties.html' title='Hair Pretties'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SluZxQaUNyI/AAAAAAAAA6E/VyYuzbecxS4/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-6971152156278036301</id><published>2009-07-10T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:51:49.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have your ticket?</title><content type='html'>I've got mine. Midnight we will be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SldVPW2B-GI/AAAAAAAAA5U/4Fnn--Nv5NA/s1600-h/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_ver31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SldVPW2B-GI/AAAAAAAAA5U/4Fnn--Nv5NA/s400/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_ver31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356844004099094626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen the trailer &lt;a href="http://harrypotter.warnerbros.com/harrypotterandthehalf-bloodprince/#/home"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-6971152156278036301?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6971152156278036301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=6971152156278036301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6971152156278036301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6971152156278036301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-have-your-ticket.html' title='Do you have your ticket?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SldVPW2B-GI/AAAAAAAAA5U/4Fnn--Nv5NA/s72-c/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_ver31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-1846119112577517169</id><published>2009-07-07T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:36:44.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th fun</title><content type='html'>I love July 4th. Its one of my favorite holidays. (I can hear my husband now, "Do you have a holiday that's not a favorite?" Probably not. Anyway, we had a great 4th! We went to the Magna parade and got rained on. D3 was in it with the Cyprus SBO's and she had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the kids to see Ice Age 3 and had the theater almost to ourselves. After the movie we went home, barbqed and watched Independence Day (that's kind of a family tradition.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening we went to the park and watched Fireworks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SlN4COZJNoI/AAAAAAAAA5E/UlOzHvhUYOc/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SlN4COZJNoI/AAAAAAAAA5E/UlOzHvhUYOc/s400/051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355756361492280962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SlN4BwUdYHI/AAAAAAAAA48/dl__opHmIEw/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SlN4BwUdYHI/AAAAAAAAA48/dl__opHmIEw/s400/052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355756353419567218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SlN4BqFrhLI/AAAAAAAAA40/sh9367GNVXI/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SlN4BqFrhLI/AAAAAAAAA40/sh9367GNVXI/s400/058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355756351746966706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SlN4Bd9AgeI/AAAAAAAAA4s/SoXkg36kclU/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SlN4Bd9AgeI/AAAAAAAAA4s/SoXkg36kclU/s400/066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355756348489368034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we missed D1. She was in Arizona with friends, singing, riding horses, wrecking 4-wheelers and having a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-1846119112577517169?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1846119112577517169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=1846119112577517169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1846119112577517169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1846119112577517169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-4th-fun.html' title='July 4th fun'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SlN4COZJNoI/AAAAAAAAA5E/UlOzHvhUYOc/s72-c/051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-4966776617687028993</id><published>2009-06-29T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:32:38.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manti Our Mini Vacation</title><content type='html'>This past Friday we loaded up the van and headed to Manti. We had a great evening. We had a picnic in the park, the kids played chase and I found this amazing little craft fair to walk through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the real reason we went down was to watch the Mormon Miracle Pageant. The last time I been down to see it was when D1 was just a new born. It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Skkxk_6pTPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/cCBJhB-MkY8/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Skkxk_6pTPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/cCBJhB-MkY8/s400/027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352864143809006834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Skkxbe7X0-I/AAAAAAAAA3c/D5t0xUDBG2k/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Skkxbe7X0-I/AAAAAAAAA3c/D5t0xUDBG2k/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352863980334863330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Skkxa4hZ14I/AAAAAAAAA3U/A7jqJneluR0/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Skkxa4hZ14I/AAAAAAAAA3U/A7jqJneluR0/s400/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352863970025396098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SkkxaiHVVdI/AAAAAAAAA3M/rO0pyFZAKEI/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SkkxaiHVVdI/AAAAAAAAA3M/rO0pyFZAKEI/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352863964010468818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SkkxaRhAClI/AAAAAAAAA3E/y4Sr9Sh9C20/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SkkxaRhAClI/AAAAAAAAA3E/y4Sr9Sh9C20/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352863959554722386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SkkxaCEczkI/AAAAAAAAA28/77nIpqTEh3k/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SkkxaCEczkI/AAAAAAAAA28/77nIpqTEh3k/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352863955408440898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was pretty good. It started out hot then the wind started to blow pretty hard and then it got COLD!! It never rained and I am glad for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun and it was really good to get out and do something as a Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I drove to Heber with my Mom and two sisters to visit my Grandma. She has been living in California with my Aunt and Uncle and they were all up for the week. I don't get to see my Grandma very often and I miss her so it was so nice to spend a few hours with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was our weekend. Now the girls are leaving for girls camp this week and its back to the normal running and being crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-4966776617687028993?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4966776617687028993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=4966776617687028993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4966776617687028993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4966776617687028993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/manti.html' title='Manti Our Mini Vacation'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Skkxk_6pTPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/cCBJhB-MkY8/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-6570918511122771707</id><published>2009-06-25T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:31:46.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Court of Honor</title><content type='html'>I am not even going to pretend. I am a bad Scout Mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lets face it, I have no idea what I am doing. A friend and I were talking and they should make a Scout Mom for Dummies book. I could really use it. In spite of all that I do wrong, Only Son got his First Class this week. I am very proud of him and very grateful for good scout leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SkOlUMxqZnI/AAAAAAAAA2k/fcosjiDN9QI/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SkOlUMxqZnI/AAAAAAAAA2k/fcosjiDN9QI/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351302548691773042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning. Maybe by the time he gets his Eagle, I will have figured it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-6570918511122771707?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6570918511122771707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=6570918511122771707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6570918511122771707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6570918511122771707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/court-of-honor.html' title='Court of Honor'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SkOlUMxqZnI/AAAAAAAAA2k/fcosjiDN9QI/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-1779892224970195036</id><published>2009-06-22T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:53:26.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEKK!!!</title><content type='html'>Here is my tale. Last week, hubby came in and said he saw a snake in the garden. He figured it was about 2 feet long and was a harmless garden snake. I don't like snakes and although I believed him, I was hoping he was stretching the truth a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday he and D5 were working in the garden picking peas. They brought the bowl in to show me what they had picked and in the bowl was a snake skin, a very large snake skin. Hubby said they saw the snake again, it was indeed at least 2 feet long and that it had recently shed its skin because here was the old one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now not to sound like a total paranoid girly girl here, but I told hubby either the snake stayed or I did but the two of us could not live anywhere near each other. I guess he must love me because a little white later there was a knock on the back door and the Snake was in a bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe my tale, her are a couple of photos of D5 holding a now headless snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sj-YtcHXTLI/AAAAAAAAA10/eTipF9rW3KE/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sj-YtcHXTLI/AAAAAAAAA10/eTipF9rW3KE/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350162788748053682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sj-YtMgHJWI/AAAAAAAAA1s/T6owraettDY/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sj-YtMgHJWI/AAAAAAAAA1s/T6owraettDY/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350162784556885346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost as long as she is! Now I am just wondering if there are baby snakes out there waiting to seek their revenge. I might have to stay inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-1779892224970195036?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1779892224970195036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=1779892224970195036' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1779892224970195036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1779892224970195036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/eeeekk.html' title='EEEEKK!!!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sj-YtcHXTLI/AAAAAAAAA10/eTipF9rW3KE/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-6622536460352232992</id><published>2009-06-18T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:31:16.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the rain</title><content type='html'>I know its a good thing, I know we need it, I know my grass and garden are better for it but I still don't care for the rain. I am waiting for some warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sjr32uP9uuI/AAAAAAAAA1g/WuKQUfRvNAk/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sjr32uP9uuI/AAAAAAAAA1g/WuKQUfRvNAk/s400/025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348860026955872994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sjr32gpFCrI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/go91BY4aNNY/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sjr32gpFCrI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/go91BY4aNNY/s400/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348860023303113394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the kids are finding a way to enjoy it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-6622536460352232992?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6622536460352232992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=6622536460352232992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6622536460352232992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6622536460352232992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancing-in-rain.html' title='Dancing in the rain'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sjr32uP9uuI/AAAAAAAAA1g/WuKQUfRvNAk/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-4882015404172485540</id><published>2009-06-16T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:53:32.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Bored!!</title><content type='html'>Its official, school has been out for a total of one week and the "I am bored" has already started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the kids to the library the other day and got them signed up for the summer reading program. The nice thing about the reading program is it is geared for all ages. I even signed up. I am now reading Sense and Sensibility; a book I haven't read since High School and I am really enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also have this fun little Mona Lisa the kids can have the photos taken with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjhZc309TeI/AAAAAAAAA1A/dOh0I47wQ94/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjhZc309TeI/AAAAAAAAA1A/dOh0I47wQ94/s400/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348122910059744738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjhZcqmcMpI/AAAAAAAAA04/i2PCPF1oIFE/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjhZcqmcMpI/AAAAAAAAA04/i2PCPF1oIFE/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348122906509193874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I think we are going to do the free movie at 5 star. If anyone else knows of some fun ways to entertain kids this summer let me know! I am tired of hearing "I am bored"!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-4882015404172485540?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4882015404172485540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=4882015404172485540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4882015404172485540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4882015404172485540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-bored.html' title='I Am Bored!!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjhZc309TeI/AAAAAAAAA1A/dOh0I47wQ94/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7514174316590387266</id><published>2009-06-11T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:28:40.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Open House</title><content type='html'>When we were first told that there were going to be two new temples in the Salt Lake area, like everyone else, I rejoiced. When I found out that we were going to be moved out to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple District, however my enthusiasm wained a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the Salt Lake Temple. As a little girl, I had a picture of it on my wall. I was married there and even though it might sound a little cliche, I was proposed to on temple square (a dream come true!) The thought of leaving the Salt Lake Temple left me a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few weeks my heart has changed. When the kids (all but 2) began to prepare and participate in the Temple Celebration, I once again became excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month hubby and I have been able to guide tours and sit in training meetings. What an amazing experience that had been for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in my last post, this past Saturday we took all of the kids along with 3 of D1's friends to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple Open House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was such a neat experience for us. D1's friends had never been to an open house so it was fun to be with them and see it through their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjLckIAD6OI/AAAAAAAAA0I/4V4nyhuECx4/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjLckIAD6OI/AAAAAAAAA0I/4V4nyhuECx4/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346578220823341282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjLcj5r9syI/AAAAAAAAA0A/OkFWOA5wNok/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjLcj5r9syI/AAAAAAAAA0A/OkFWOA5wNok/s400/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346578216980951842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjLcj2_dd1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/8d4AjPw5wQk/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjLcj2_dd1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/8d4AjPw5wQk/s400/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346578216257419090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now honestly say, that although nothing will ever change my love for the Salt Lake Temple, I can truly rejoice in this new, beautiful temple. What a blessing it will be. I am so excited to attend. We have been blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjLfTQFu6hI/AAAAAAAAA0o/lcLYZ5LEoC4/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjLfTQFu6hI/AAAAAAAAA0o/lcLYZ5LEoC4/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346581229471722002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjLfTEpP7FI/AAAAAAAAA0g/C4Z9hBI25m4/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjLfTEpP7FI/AAAAAAAAA0g/C4Z9hBI25m4/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346581226399460434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjLfS-4oixI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/dZE5pXQe4MY/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjLfS-4oixI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/dZE5pXQe4MY/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346581224853375762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjLfS6WjWcI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/QyWTZa6bGsE/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjLfS6WjWcI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/QyWTZa6bGsE/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346581223636687298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't gone to the open house yet, please do, you will be glad you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I began again to become excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-7514174316590387266?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7514174316590387266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7514174316590387266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7514174316590387266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7514174316590387266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/temple-open-house.html' title='Temple Open House'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SjLckIAD6OI/AAAAAAAAA0I/4V4nyhuECx4/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-1426768486243327481</id><published>2009-06-10T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:32:58.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduations</title><content type='html'>This has been a crazy yet amazing week. We have had three graduations!&lt;br /&gt;First, last Sunday (may 31) D2 Graduated from Seminary. She bore her testimony and it was so good to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Si_B83bQxQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/QkZ_41R7rmM/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Si_B83bQxQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/QkZ_41R7rmM/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345704534126675202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning, Only Son graduated from 6th grade. He also gave one of the class speeches. He did a very good job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Si_BW9HWAYI/AAAAAAAAAyA/xWbQHmSNJH4/s1600-h/IMG_1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Si_BW9HWAYI/AAAAAAAAAyA/xWbQHmSNJH4/s400/IMG_1251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345703882818716034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Si_BWfdSyeI/AAAAAAAAAx4/DUJWxc0eCYk/s1600-h/IMG_1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Si_BWfdSyeI/AAAAAAAAAx4/DUJWxc0eCYk/s400/IMG_1249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345703874857716194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday evening was D2's High School graduation. She looked so happy and beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Si_Ct_Mx0UI/AAAAAAAAAyg/7k_2tPJ5cVE/s1600-h/IMG_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Si_Ct_Mx0UI/AAAAAAAAAyg/7k_2tPJ5cVE/s400/IMG_1276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345705378027000130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Si_CtgC9GAI/AAAAAAAAAyY/uaopaZLHf5c/s1600-h/IMG_1275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Si_CtgC9GAI/AAAAAAAAAyY/uaopaZLHf5c/s400/IMG_1275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345705369664296962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Si_CtUCHrRI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/cSYULs763vg/s1600-h/IMG_1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Si_CtUCHrRI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/cSYULs763vg/s400/IMG_1262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345705366439570706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else have we done? Lets see; on Thursday we drove to Idaho and back to pick up D1 and 3 friends. Friday was graduations. Saturday I taught a class and then we took everyone to the Temple open house (I will post more photos of that later.) Sunday after church I took D1 and friends back to school and stayed the night. Monday I drove home and on Tuesday we took D2 up to her school to get registered and spent the day there. Today I wish I could say I can relax, but it doesn't look like that is going to happen either. &lt;br /&gt;Oh Well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-1426768486243327481?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1426768486243327481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=1426768486243327481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1426768486243327481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1426768486243327481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduations.html' title='Graduations'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Si_B83bQxQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/QkZ_41R7rmM/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-5519575872747669493</id><published>2009-06-03T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:19:18.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sib2dNirKRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/OMFAvzBbIm8/s1600-h/Tyler+and+Tracy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sib2dNirKRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/OMFAvzBbIm8/s400/Tyler+and+Tracy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343228989633407250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my strength.&lt;br /&gt;He is my Hero.&lt;br /&gt;He is my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;He is the love of my life and I would be lost with out him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 21st! I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-5519575872747669493?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5519575872747669493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=5519575872747669493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5519575872747669493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/5519575872747669493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sib2dNirKRI/AAAAAAAAAxY/OMFAvzBbIm8/s72-c/Tyler+and+Tracy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7580436437689363230</id><published>2009-06-03T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:37:18.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Celebration</title><content type='html'>Let me first start off by saying I am not sure where D4's photo is. I know she was there. I talked to her, I gave her a kiss, I forgot to take her picture. (I am a bad mom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the temple celebration was amazing! I am so glad that our youth were able to participate in this exciting event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they learned and understood what they felt. I hope that they continue to keep their focus on the temple. I was so proud of them! What a ride this has been for them. What a blessing it was for me to be there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiaXHW8a6jI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/wxIl9QgEj6Y/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiaXHW8a6jI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/wxIl9QgEj6Y/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343124160595552818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiaXHANRfdI/AAAAAAAAAxI/B4p07n-uYdQ/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiaXHANRfdI/AAAAAAAAAxI/B4p07n-uYdQ/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343124154492222930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiaXGwSoIrI/AAAAAAAAAxA/bzqR9o4CjIc/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiaXGwSoIrI/AAAAAAAAAxA/bzqR9o4CjIc/s400/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343124150219711154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiaXGhM2DiI/AAAAAAAAAw4/3FextbWztp8/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiaXGhM2DiI/AAAAAAAAAw4/3FextbWztp8/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343124146168925730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiaXGdallFI/AAAAAAAAAww/IzBaomTgORc/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiaXGdallFI/AAAAAAAAAww/IzBaomTgORc/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343124145152824402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Our stake has the BEST youth leaders ever! Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-7580436437689363230?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7580436437689363230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7580436437689363230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7580436437689363230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7580436437689363230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/temple-celebration.html' title='Temple Celebration'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiaXHW8a6jI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/wxIl9QgEj6Y/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-9124557093940513627</id><published>2009-06-02T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T06:50:21.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feild Trip Days</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again. Field Trip Days. Last week I went with D1 to the land field, the park and the downtown library. I loved the library. I had never been to the new one before. I think I am going to take all the kids there one day this summer. Super Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos of D1 and friends playing at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiUtbFnwiyI/AAAAAAAAAwg/sYzrgP0q3Kc/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiUtbFnwiyI/AAAAAAAAAwg/sYzrgP0q3Kc/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342726476333615906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiUta8wYUXI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Bh129QkYwLk/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiUta8wYUXI/AAAAAAAAAwY/Bh129QkYwLk/s400/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342726473953857906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiUtaljy6cI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/jzF5ZEXr298/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiUtaljy6cI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/jzF5ZEXr298/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342726467727059394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-9124557093940513627?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9124557093940513627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=9124557093940513627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/9124557093940513627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/9124557093940513627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/feild-trip-days.html' title='Feild Trip Days'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiUtbFnwiyI/AAAAAAAAAwg/sYzrgP0q3Kc/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-1551025235094724015</id><published>2009-05-31T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:50:11.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards Nights</title><content type='html'>Yes, I said Nights,as in plural. It has been one very busy and crazy week but a good one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, Hubby, D2 and I went to an awards banquet for Cyprus. D2 was recognized for receiving a scholarship. She actually got 2 but because they were both to attend different schools and the second one came a little latter she was only recognized for the first one. We are so proud of her, she has worked hard these past few years and it has paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday night, Hubby, D4 and D5 and I went to an awards night at the Junior High. D4 received the Presidential award, this is an award given to students whose GPA is 3.8 or above and have succeeded in citizenship and extra circular activities. I have a photo of D4. I forgot my camera at D2's (oops' bad me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiKWBNRt6dI/AAAAAAAAAwI/8sv8CcJ69OE/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiKWBNRt6dI/AAAAAAAAAwI/8sv8CcJ69OE/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341997055502838226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, at yet another awards ceremony for the Drama department, D4 was awarded Best 8th Grade Actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not done yet, this week we have Seminary, 6th grade and High School graduation. I am sure I will be posting and "bragging" before the weeks out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-1551025235094724015?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1551025235094724015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=1551025235094724015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1551025235094724015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1551025235094724015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/awards-nights.html' title='Awards Nights'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiKWBNRt6dI/AAAAAAAAAwI/8sv8CcJ69OE/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-3087945884569113092</id><published>2009-05-29T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:45:29.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Wait!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiBlcc2fdzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Ille-OhP6LI/s1600-h/newmoonteaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiBlcc2fdzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Ille-OhP6LI/s400/newmoonteaser.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341380697516898098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-3087945884569113092?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3087945884569113092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=3087945884569113092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/3087945884569113092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/3087945884569113092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-wait.html' title='I Can&apos;t Wait!!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SiBlcc2fdzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Ille-OhP6LI/s72-c/newmoonteaser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-2953751917821876802</id><published>2009-05-27T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:42:20.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She would make a good big sister</title><content type='html'>OH D5 is growing up so fast. I can't believe sometimes that this is my baby. What does she want more than anything? A baby sister of course. I have no doubt she would make a great big sister but that's just not going to happen. For now she will just have to settle for being a big cousin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sh3PC4weZ_I/AAAAAAAAAvo/rdobpchFlAI/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sh3PC4weZ_I/AAAAAAAAAvo/rdobpchFlAI/s320/041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340652381633669106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-2953751917821876802?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2953751917821876802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=2953751917821876802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2953751917821876802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2953751917821876802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/she-would-make-good-big-sister.html' title='She would make a good big sister'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sh3PC4weZ_I/AAAAAAAAAvo/rdobpchFlAI/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-466858586430173403</id><published>2009-05-26T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:06:00.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>What a great day we had yesterday. We met my sister and her family and then went out to Antelope Island and did a hike. The weather was nice and we had a good time. The bugs were thick but a little bug repellent and we were off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShwD3rJlgeI/AAAAAAAAAuw/JS5VwUo7l4M/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShwD3rJlgeI/AAAAAAAAAuw/JS5VwUo7l4M/s320/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340147513165185506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShwD3diVPVI/AAAAAAAAAuo/6zFsE9weX48/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShwD3diVPVI/AAAAAAAAAuo/6zFsE9weX48/s320/034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340147509510880594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShwD3CXhohI/AAAAAAAAAug/vUqzjgToe2E/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShwD3CXhohI/AAAAAAAAAug/vUqzjgToe2E/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340147502217798162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShwD3MmPnEI/AAAAAAAAAuY/fSTdh2MU7f0/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShwD3MmPnEI/AAAAAAAAAuY/fSTdh2MU7f0/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340147504963886146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our hike we saw all kinds of wild life including some buffaloes and Antelope(we didn't get to close to any of them). We also saw a couple of Lizards and lots of birds oh and did I mention bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hiking for a couple of hours we went back to my sisters for a bbq. My mom joined us for that and the kids had a blast hanging out with cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home in time for D2 to go to work (yes she started back this week). We were tired and dirty but it was a very nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-466858586430173403?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/466858586430173403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=466858586430173403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/466858586430173403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/466858586430173403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShwD3rJlgeI/AAAAAAAAAuw/JS5VwUo7l4M/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-3316366393982144695</id><published>2009-05-20T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:46:36.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend at Mom's</title><content type='html'>You would think that at some point things would slow down, that I would find time to do simple things like blogging. I could tell you a 100 reasons why I haven't blogged in so long but it would only bore you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we did go up to moms for a first of many "weed and feed" party. Due to the choir practice downtown at the conference center and a birthday party for an old friend, we ended up getting to moms late and missed most of the weeding part of the party. We did enjoy the feeding part and the kids loved hanging out with their cousins. (we missed those who were not there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove that we were there for a little of the time and did do a little of the work, I am posting a few photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShQ_QG2-p0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/a00hyMjyLxM/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShQ_QG2-p0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/a00hyMjyLxM/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337961004292548418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShQ_P6X5CNI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Hzs1wJ3Fy2o/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShQ_P6X5CNI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Hzs1wJ3Fy2o/s320/025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337961000940931282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShQ_PdxNWuI/AAAAAAAAAtA/vXlyYcyPVzQ/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShQ_PdxNWuI/AAAAAAAAAtA/vXlyYcyPVzQ/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337960993262492386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShQ_PAhzlMI/AAAAAAAAAs4/CYVaAqA9rNg/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShQ_PAhzlMI/AAAAAAAAAs4/CYVaAqA9rNg/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337960985413260482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShRBzQUFgDI/AAAAAAAAAtg/VJeme7WVrKo/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShRBzQUFgDI/AAAAAAAAAtg/VJeme7WVrKo/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337963807149228082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShRBzXS1N0I/AAAAAAAAAtY/aquXqoHFHew/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShRBzXS1N0I/AAAAAAAAAtY/aquXqoHFHew/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337963809023014722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS if I haven't mentioned this, I am LOVING this warm weather! It makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-3316366393982144695?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3316366393982144695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=3316366393982144695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/3316366393982144695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/3316366393982144695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-at-moms.html' title='Weekend at Mom&apos;s'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ShQ_QG2-p0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/a00hyMjyLxM/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-3335629820150809253</id><published>2009-05-12T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:37:37.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgmXQIxPi-I/AAAAAAAAAsg/4x_4-9MbfrA/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgmXQIxPi-I/AAAAAAAAAsg/4x_4-9MbfrA/s320/037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334961537084787682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgmXP3qXy8I/AAAAAAAAAsY/QgrXs6XeAWc/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgmXP3qXy8I/AAAAAAAAAsY/QgrXs6XeAWc/s320/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334961532492565442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgmXP9FYkMI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/YIgtL3nAZGE/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgmXP9FYkMI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/YIgtL3nAZGE/s320/034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334961533948039362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgmXPrh8mXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/c0e60f_3mLA/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgmXPrh8mXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/c0e60f_3mLA/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334961529236003186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgmXPi1MvuI/AAAAAAAAAsA/1cvwwsvNcVk/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgmXPi1MvuI/AAAAAAAAAsA/1cvwwsvNcVk/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334961526900834018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgmXXEabAsI/AAAAAAAAAso/fwYo2Pgc6s8/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgmXXEabAsI/AAAAAAAAAso/fwYo2Pgc6s8/s320/040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334961656174412482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pictures say it all.  They had a great time and I think they both looked so beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-3335629820150809253?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3335629820150809253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=3335629820150809253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/3335629820150809253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/3335629820150809253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-prom.html' title='Another Prom'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgmXQIxPi-I/AAAAAAAAAsg/4x_4-9MbfrA/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-4261617566733681867</id><published>2009-05-05T16:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:22:43.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Son's Big Weekend</title><content type='html'>Only Son had a big weekend. We celebrated his 12th birthday with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgDTubdyldI/AAAAAAAAArI/hc3cHMysbXA/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgDTubdyldI/AAAAAAAAArI/hc3cHMysbXA/s320/082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332494753406817746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the day with dance practice. When we returned home we took him to get a new suit and hair cut. Then out to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon two of his friends joined us for a party at Hollywood connections. We played minuter golf, rode rides, played arcade games and when roller skating. Finally we had ice cream before taking all the boys home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgDTuXSzpXI/AAAAAAAAArA/ekhKIAul9F4/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgDTuXSzpXI/AAAAAAAAArA/ekhKIAul9F4/s320/066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332494752287008114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgDTuASM1jI/AAAAAAAAAq4/joSXGaTPqMc/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgDTuASM1jI/AAAAAAAAAq4/joSXGaTPqMc/s320/075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332494746110449202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgDTF8KHLHI/AAAAAAAAAqw/CFrM2SkNI5s/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgDTF8KHLHI/AAAAAAAAAqw/CFrM2SkNI5s/s320/084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332494057808014450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow in all of that we had time for presents, spankings (by dad of course) and family time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, Hubby ordained Only Son as a deacon. Two of my sisters and their families, My mom and Hubby's parents were all there. It was really a neat day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgDVJe_7iJI/AAAAAAAAArQ/oW7BQfK2JVU/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgDVJe_7iJI/AAAAAAAAArQ/oW7BQfK2JVU/s320/085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332496317723412626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he look so grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of his 12th birthday, here are 12 things that I love about him.&lt;br /&gt;1. He is a gentlemen and opens my door whenever Hubby isn't there.&lt;br /&gt;2. He still likes to be tucked in at night.&lt;br /&gt;3. He loves to tell jokes and &lt;br /&gt;4. He has a great sense of humor!&lt;br /&gt;5. He is kind to all of his sisters (even when they do drive him nuts!)&lt;br /&gt;6. He never gives up, even when something is hard!&lt;br /&gt;7. He is an example to me. He never forgets to pray and reminds me often when I forget.&lt;br /&gt;8. He is a great big brother to D5.&lt;br /&gt;9. He is very creative but he is ALL boy&lt;br /&gt;10. He is an artist. He draws so well, even if it is all monsters and dragons.&lt;br /&gt;11. He is honest&lt;br /&gt;12. He is a good fishermen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bonus... He likes to hang out with his mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday only Son! I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-4261617566733681867?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4261617566733681867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=4261617566733681867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4261617566733681867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4261617566733681867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-sons-big-weekend.html' title='Only Son&apos;s Big Weekend'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SgDTubdyldI/AAAAAAAAArI/hc3cHMysbXA/s72-c/082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-679713531982178208</id><published>2009-05-03T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:38:14.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Conference</title><content type='html'>I don't have any pictures to post but I have just had a most amazing week and wanted to share some of my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Friend, Danika, invited me to attend BYU Women's Conference this week. It was so amazing! We took some great classes and herd from Pres. Beck, Pres. Dalton, Pres. Lant, Jill Stevens, Ruth Todd and Elder L. Tom Parry, just to name a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been taught and uplifted in so many ways. One of my favorite classes was taught by Ruth Todd. She talked about how we as mothers have Veto power and can stop the evil influences that surround our daughters (and sons) just by saying NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another favorite class was taught by Susan Jones entitled, "Stand in Awe...and be Still". Sister Jones talked about two types of water that we should seek. Still Waters and living Waters. Our Savior offers the Living water, we just have to partake of it. The Still Waters are ours to find. For me this is the hard part; finding time to be still, to say prayers, to ponder, to read my scriptures. I am going to do better. I am going to make finding Still waters a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Danika for inviting me. What a great week it has been!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-679713531982178208?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/679713531982178208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=679713531982178208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/679713531982178208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/679713531982178208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/womens-conference.html' title='Women&apos;s Conference'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-3617499731081451145</id><published>2009-04-27T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:48:37.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YSA 5K</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday, we had a Multi Stake YSA 5K. The Bishop informed D2 she would be running with them. Hubby decided he should run too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again it was a cold morning. We headed over to the stake center and watched as they headed out. There were bikers, walkers and runners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfXSCQExAuI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jTwjSlpmUJc/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfXSCQExAuI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jTwjSlpmUJc/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329396670179377890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and D2 trying to stay warm before starting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfXSCN7xJdI/AAAAAAAAAqI/vtNKK-1NEag/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfXSCN7xJdI/AAAAAAAAAqI/vtNKK-1NEag/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329396669604767186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there was no "official" time, D2 was the first female back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfXSByjYHOI/AAAAAAAAAqA/NGo12hbDszE/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfXSByjYHOI/AAAAAAAAAqA/NGo12hbDszE/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329396662254705890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bishop and Hubby, neck and neck. Hubby says Bishop was just keeping pace with him so hubby wouldn't feel bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-3617499731081451145?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3617499731081451145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=3617499731081451145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/3617499731081451145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/3617499731081451145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/ysa-5k.html' title='YSA 5K'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfXSCQExAuI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/jTwjSlpmUJc/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7245027146443130611</id><published>2009-04-25T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:13:56.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom for D3</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year again. Prom. This year D3 got asked to two different proms. We have a young man in our ward who attends a private school and his prom was last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very proud of D3. She stuck to her standards even when it wasn't the most popular thing to do. In the end, three couples went with them (I don't have a group photo yet) and they all had a wonderful time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of time constraints and the fact that she is attending the Cyprus prom in just a couple of short weeks, she wore one of D2's dresses. She still looked absolutely beautiful and mom had a lump in her throat when they walked out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfNDmaDHA5I/AAAAAAAAApg/48RZsCObQ0s/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfNDmaDHA5I/AAAAAAAAApg/48RZsCObQ0s/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328677111215883154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfNDmcGE17I/AAAAAAAAApY/XPz_TY78rwI/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfNDmcGE17I/AAAAAAAAApY/XPz_TY78rwI/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328677111765194674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfNDmJIkkaI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VhxGHvaaVRc/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfNDmJIkkaI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VhxGHvaaVRc/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328677106675388834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-7245027146443130611?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7245027146443130611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7245027146443130611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7245027146443130611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7245027146443130611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/prom-for-d3.html' title='Prom for D3'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfNDmaDHA5I/AAAAAAAAApg/48RZsCObQ0s/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7923406742913093686</id><published>2009-04-23T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:59:04.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching Moments</title><content type='html'>Ah warm weather. I LOVE it. I love feeling the sun on my arms; I love to walk barefoot in the grass; I love to go for a walk with Hubby in the evening. I just love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I love; teaching moments. Its time for Only Son to start helping with the mowing. Not to be out done, D5 had to get in on it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfEbpoEOvqI/AAAAAAAAApI/h5smIUqeAak/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfEbpoEOvqI/AAAAAAAAApI/h5smIUqeAak/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328070236099755682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfEbpXTH9zI/AAAAAAAAApA/fynBtW-S298/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfEbpXTH9zI/AAAAAAAAApA/fynBtW-S298/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328070231598823218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfEbpQdoO8I/AAAAAAAAAo4/yVb3wG504Ms/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfEbpQdoO8I/AAAAAAAAAo4/yVb3wG504Ms/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328070229763832770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfEbpEnpJkI/AAAAAAAAAow/5LvOXfi1eNE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfEbpEnpJkI/AAAAAAAAAow/5LvOXfi1eNE/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328070226584610370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am hoping they stay excited about it. With Hubby's new calling the mowing may become a permanent job for Only Son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-7923406742913093686?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7923406742913093686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7923406742913093686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7923406742913093686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7923406742913093686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/teaching-moments.html' title='Teaching Moments'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SfEbpoEOvqI/AAAAAAAAApI/h5smIUqeAak/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7975197001574004275</id><published>2009-04-19T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:21:42.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The More Things Change...</title><content type='html'>So here is how things went at our house this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Wednesday was my last day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeuuyuJl8SI/AAAAAAAAAno/4ZIVzI0s1rU/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeuuyuJl8SI/AAAAAAAAAno/4ZIVzI0s1rU/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326543170700701986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved my job but I also knew I was away from home to much and needed to be home more. I still have some classes to finish up but now I am a stay at home mom. Although that is a change after two years, it isn't really anything new, I have been a stay at home mom for a lot longer than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, we took D1 back up to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Seuvz7ctutI/AAAAAAAAAnw/67WYnTjfJyo/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Seuvz7ctutI/AAAAAAAAAnw/67WYnTjfJyo/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326544290962062034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so nice having her home these last few months but she was ready to go back. I will miss her terribly but we have already done it once and the second time wasn't as bad as the first. (well almost.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I got a phone call and headed up to the Stake Building for a very intense interview with Elder Shumway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeuwjqIaQ8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/5UYWLxoY0GU/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeuwjqIaQ8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/5UYWLxoY0GU/s320/019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326545110947218370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, my sweet, wonderful husband was made the Stake President of our Stake.&lt;br /&gt;We will sit alone on Sundays, he will probably miss school plays, Parent Teacher Conferences and spend his vacation days at camps. We are already used to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know the saying, "The more things change, the more they stay the same"? It has kind-of been the thought running through my head all week.&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that these changes can only bring great blessings to our lives. I am so blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-7975197001574004275?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7975197001574004275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7975197001574004275' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7975197001574004275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7975197001574004275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-things-change.html' title='The More Things Change...'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeuuyuJl8SI/AAAAAAAAAno/4ZIVzI0s1rU/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7915277149679090503</id><published>2009-04-15T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:47:45.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>D1 is headed back to school this week and she and D2 wanted to do a girls night out. &lt;br /&gt;First we went to Five Guys for dinner and then we rented a movie and stayed up in my room. (if you haven't seen Get Smart, its pretty funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeZVICY4IOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/FQ8fFBs6O5U/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeZVICY4IOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/FQ8fFBs6O5U/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325037205980717282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeZVH1DQubI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/HPPVK0Z0D1M/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeZVH1DQubI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/HPPVK0Z0D1M/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325037202400393650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeZVHr-2NcI/AAAAAAAAAnI/9KShiDLtFDw/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeZVHr-2NcI/AAAAAAAAAnI/9KShiDLtFDw/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325037199965959618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeZVHRR2YcI/AAAAAAAAAnA/tYfMU1nuvvI/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeZVHRR2YcI/AAAAAAAAAnA/tYfMU1nuvvI/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325037192797905346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad we did this. We had so much fun just laughing, talking and hanging out. My girls actually like me. Who knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-7915277149679090503?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7915277149679090503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7915277149679090503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7915277149679090503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7915277149679090503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeZVICY4IOI/AAAAAAAAAnY/FQ8fFBs6O5U/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-2953580517437183382</id><published>2009-04-13T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:30:35.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Twilight Characture are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzk2Nzc5NzY5NDImcHQ9MTIzOTY3ODE1MDEyMyZwPTg3MzMxJmQ9dHdpbGlnaHQmZz*xJnQ9Jm89YWFkNWY5ZDhkOGRmNDNmNTg1MzJjZTE*YmQ3OTI5MTg=.gif" /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/twilight-quiz" title="Twilight Quiz"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizrocket.com/static/images/quiz/badges/twilight/rosalie.gif" alt="Twilight Quiz"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/twilight-quiz"&gt;Twilight Quiz&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo; QuizRocket.com's &lt;a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bad thing is I didn't even like her!  Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;href="http://www.quizrocket.com"&gt;fun quizzes&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="1"&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/american-idol-quiz"&gt;American Idol Quiz&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://www.win-free-sweepstakes.com/backyard-makeover-sweepstakes"&gt;Backyard Makeover&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/dumb-test"&gt;The Dumb Test&lt;/a&gt; ~ &lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com"&gt;Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.movienachos.com"&gt;Hollywood Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.movieiqtest.com/"&gt;Movie Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.dumbspot.com"&gt;Dumb &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/myspace-quizzes-surveys"&gt;MySpace Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-2953580517437183382?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2953580517437183382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=2953580517437183382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2953580517437183382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2953580517437183382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/which-twilight-characture-are-you.html' title='Which Twilight Characture are you?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-2350134401474588741</id><published>2009-04-13T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T06:30:57.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeM9b7BJd6I/AAAAAAAAAmI/UEHxqUHE0PE/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeM9b7BJd6I/AAAAAAAAAmI/UEHxqUHE0PE/s320/037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324166734390327202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the Easter Bunny come to your house? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend but there was more to it then just the Easter Bunny. The Older girls and I had a girls night out. Hubby and I had an actual date with a movie and ever thing! Sunday was great. We spent the day together and then we went to my in laws. I will post photos later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great weekend also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-2350134401474588741?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2350134401474588741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=2350134401474588741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2350134401474588741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2350134401474588741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SeM9b7BJd6I/AAAAAAAAAmI/UEHxqUHE0PE/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7668987161474236175</id><published>2009-04-05T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:19:09.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5K</title><content type='html'>This Saturday, Hubby and D1 ran their first 5K.  We drove down to Provo in the snow and cold around 6:30 so they could be ready to run at 8:00.  Both did very well.  Hubby took third place in his division.  (not to shabby for never running a race before.)  Both of them have trained very hard the last few months and I am so proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdlJwzXl6zI/AAAAAAAAAlo/9p-pO-8z_h0/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdlJwzXl6zI/AAAAAAAAAlo/9p-pO-8z_h0/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321365537486662450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdlJw-d10iI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ITjrr4a16i4/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdlJw-d10iI/AAAAAAAAAlg/ITjrr4a16i4/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321365540465660450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdlJwnnTWEI/AAAAAAAAAlY/VZeHyJrKjPw/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdlJwnnTWEI/AAAAAAAAAlY/VZeHyJrKjPw/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321365534331328578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe SOMEDAY I will do one with them.  Someday.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-7668987161474236175?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7668987161474236175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7668987161474236175' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7668987161474236175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7668987161474236175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/5k.html' title='5K'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdlJwzXl6zI/AAAAAAAAAlo/9p-pO-8z_h0/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-6636206639576721796</id><published>2009-04-01T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:08:30.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened?</title><content type='html'>Here is what we did last Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdQ5UuIQMBI/AAAAAAAAAk8/v6uiMyzwtjI/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdQ5UuIQMBI/AAAAAAAAAk8/v6uiMyzwtjI/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319940087974211602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdQ5UYwzLVI/AAAAAAAAAk0/0Mt6fLNBZ1M/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdQ5UYwzLVI/AAAAAAAAAk0/0Mt6fLNBZ1M/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319940082238696786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdQ5UYEqAnI/AAAAAAAAAks/0WkruhI6oa0/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdQ5UYEqAnI/AAAAAAAAAks/0WkruhI6oa0/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319940082053546610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdQ5UJEQKjI/AAAAAAAAAkk/7EJTXBAZ3CU/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdQ5UJEQKjI/AAAAAAAAAkk/7EJTXBAZ3CU/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319940078025321010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats right, we turned the soil and planted peas.  The sunshine and warmer tempetures were enjoyed by the whole family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you look out your window this morning?  What happened?  Where is the sunshine? Is this an April Fools Joke? Isn't spring here yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-6636206639576721796?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6636206639576721796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=6636206639576721796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6636206639576721796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6636206639576721796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happened.html' title='What Happened?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdQ5UuIQMBI/AAAAAAAAAk8/v6uiMyzwtjI/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-7021818839068563589</id><published>2009-03-29T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:01:37.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D4's Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdALDN5hYSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xdHjReHNM3M/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdALDN5hYSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xdHjReHNM3M/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318763309822992674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D4 had a lead role in this year's spring play for the Junior High. The play, entitled, It was a Mid Summer's Night, Was It a Dream, was a satire. It was very funny. D4 did a good job, (except there was to much kissing.)She has a flair for the dramatics and it was fun to watch her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next years musical is The Wizard of Oz. I am already looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-7021818839068563589?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7021818839068563589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=7021818839068563589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7021818839068563589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/7021818839068563589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/d4s-play.html' title='D4&apos;s Play'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SdALDN5hYSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xdHjReHNM3M/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-2603688961528531466</id><published>2009-03-22T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:22:28.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought for Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ScasDKVKI-I/AAAAAAAAAj8/tSsBoCN587c/s1600-h/kneelpicture2thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ScasDKVKI-I/AAAAAAAAAj8/tSsBoCN587c/s320/kneelpicture2thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316125580470133730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-2603688961528531466?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2603688961528531466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=2603688961528531466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2603688961528531466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2603688961528531466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/thought-for-sunday.html' title='A thought for Sunday'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ScasDKVKI-I/AAAAAAAAAj8/tSsBoCN587c/s72-c/kneelpicture2thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-2094256705834238616</id><published>2009-03-21T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:41:49.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scrapbook Expo</title><content type='html'>This weekend was the Scrapbook Expo and of course I was there. (Where else would I be?) This time D1 joined mom, 2 of my sisters and my sister-in-law. We had a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ScWVp8cVEVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/TeI7TgqITyw/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ScWVp8cVEVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/TeI7TgqITyw/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315819483012862290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ScWVp640S5I/AAAAAAAAAjU/T8Y8cGJTyy0/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ScWVp640S5I/AAAAAAAAAjU/T8Y8cGJTyy0/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315819482595478418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ScWVpgVY7qI/AAAAAAAAAjM/zq38aOWvvu4/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ScWVpgVY7qI/AAAAAAAAAjM/zq38aOWvvu4/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315819475467562658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the expo around 11:30 and went to Walmart to get 4 copies of Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed over to mom's for an all girls slumber party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we scrapbooked some more, I helped mom with some Vinyl in her bathroom (check out www.ideacloset.blogspot.com for photos), ate lots of food, went to Hobby Lobby and of course watched Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ScWW0w-q91I/AAAAAAAAAj0/fBQE1QHb6Ao/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ScWW0w-q91I/AAAAAAAAAj0/fBQE1QHb6Ao/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315820768425867090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ScWW0sc5NJI/AAAAAAAAAjs/xnLBSVBpk-M/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ScWW0sc5NJI/AAAAAAAAAjs/xnLBSVBpk-M/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315820767210452114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ScWW0VoOv-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/kQEQux3uTlA/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ScWW0VoOv-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/kQEQux3uTlA/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315820761083985890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a nice weekend. I am so blessed to have so many amazing women around me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-2094256705834238616?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2094256705834238616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=2094256705834238616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2094256705834238616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/2094256705834238616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/scrapbook-expo.html' title='The Scrapbook Expo'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/ScWVp8cVEVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/TeI7TgqITyw/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-8818313638795106741</id><published>2009-03-16T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:47:55.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday and a Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sb66kTV-TWI/AAAAAAAAAik/INwANND66Mc/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sb66kTV-TWI/AAAAAAAAAik/INwANND66Mc/s320/023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313889743174258018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was D4's Birthday. We celebrated by having a party at our house for a dozen or so, very hormonal Junior High Schooler on Friday night. As always, they ate lots of pizza (6 larges to be exact!), Played Guitar Hero, night games and just had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday she was busy with play stuff but then it was her first regional dance. Hubby and I helped chaperon. I think she had a lot of fun. When her dad asked her to dance a slow song, they just got started when a young man came and cute in. (For RUDE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Grandma and Grandpa and Aunt and Uncles came over for cake and ice cream. It was a crazy weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I say this all the time, but I can not believe how fast these kids grow up. I guess we can only love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-8818313638795106741?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8818313638795106741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=8818313638795106741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8818313638795106741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/8818313638795106741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-and-dance.html' title='Birthday and a Dance'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sb66kTV-TWI/AAAAAAAAAik/INwANND66Mc/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-4151541690540344222</id><published>2009-03-13T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:38:39.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FHE Treats</title><content type='html'>So for FHE this week, hubby was in charge of treats. He went to Smiths and bought cookie dough and frosting. The kids thought it was the best treat we had ever done. (as compared to the Lemon Bars I did the week before and most didn't like them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SbsYb4fpm1I/AAAAAAAAAic/1dxkrNL84Jg/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SbsYb4fpm1I/AAAAAAAAAic/1dxkrNL84Jg/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312867052714302290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SbsYb9_HagI/AAAAAAAAAiU/FeNxD4heY38/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SbsYb9_HagI/AAAAAAAAAiU/FeNxD4heY38/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312867054188456450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SbsYbxQ-qFI/AAAAAAAAAiM/b4VYxC0KMjw/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SbsYbxQ-qFI/AAAAAAAAAiM/b4VYxC0KMjw/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312867050773719122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby scored BIG POINTS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-4151541690540344222?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4151541690540344222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=4151541690540344222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4151541690540344222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4151541690540344222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/fhe-treats.html' title='FHE Treats'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SbsYb4fpm1I/AAAAAAAAAic/1dxkrNL84Jg/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-1145422775678050865</id><published>2009-03-12T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:37:47.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Fishing...Brrrr</title><content type='html'>So a couple of weekends ago. (I am slow, I know)  Hubby took Only Son ice fishing.  They went with some friends of ours up to Strawberry.  &lt;br /&gt;It was cold and windy but they had a snowmobile and caught some big fish so I think they had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SbkdlCqw5_I/AAAAAAAAAh8/AwH9Tr2h9Y8/s1600-h/Activity+days+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SbkdlCqw5_I/AAAAAAAAAh8/AwH9Tr2h9Y8/s400/Activity+days+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312309757668812786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sbkdk4P7CfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/G1z0XmLb-F4/s1600-h/Activity+days+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sbkdk4P7CfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/G1z0XmLb-F4/s400/Activity+days+019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312309754871876082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is I am glad Only Son likes hanging with his dad because that is just to cold for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-1145422775678050865?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1145422775678050865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=1145422775678050865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1145422775678050865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/1145422775678050865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/ice-fishingbrrrr.html' title='Ice Fishing...Brrrr'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SbkdlCqw5_I/AAAAAAAAAh8/AwH9Tr2h9Y8/s72-c/Activity+days+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-4008394590725741592</id><published>2009-03-03T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:47:41.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetheart Dance</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday was the Sweetheart Dance and D1 and three of her friends went. Before they left they turned my bedroom into a Salon and got all glitzy. But don't they look beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sa4VL94s-sI/AAAAAAAAAhM/J5d2xUG-_FA/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sa4VL94s-sI/AAAAAAAAAhM/J5d2xUG-_FA/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309204306051529410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the boys got here they were off to the dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sa4VLU0qbmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sXDDFXYSlAE/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sa4VLU0qbmI/AAAAAAAAAhE/sXDDFXYSlAE/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309204295028731490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D1 and her date looked so nice. It could almost make a mother cry. They had a great time and even made it back before curfew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-4008394590725741592?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4008394590725741592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=4008394590725741592' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4008394590725741592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/4008394590725741592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweetheart-dance.html' title='Sweetheart Dance'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/Sa4VL94s-sI/AAAAAAAAAhM/J5d2xUG-_FA/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707266808520896147.post-6768687307917510495</id><published>2009-02-18T16:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:59:39.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance photos</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Sonja, I have some photos of the fun Valentine dance we went to last weekend. We took D1 with us because she didn't have a date. We danced and hung out with friends. D1 and I (well kind of me) learned the Electric Slide. The best part was when Hubby and others were "asked" to do the YMCA. That had everyone in stitches. What a fun night. I hope they do it again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SZyrwGCUMOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/7e84tqXxzXI/s1600-h/Picture+828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SZyrwGCUMOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/7e84tqXxzXI/s320/Picture+828.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304303303877996770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SZyrvwuEICI/AAAAAAAAAfc/hZy6cTlxSGk/s1600-h/Picture+827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SZyrvwuEICI/AAAAAAAAAfc/hZy6cTlxSGk/s320/Picture+827.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304303298155913250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SZyrv1cV8YI/AAAAAAAAAfU/I7Xm2b4cjkQ/s1600-h/Picture+826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SZyrv1cV8YI/AAAAAAAAAfU/I7Xm2b4cjkQ/s320/Picture+826.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304303299423760770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SZyrvnsxDWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/tqJkrjy4e6M/s1600-h/Picture+815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SZyrvnsxDWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/tqJkrjy4e6M/s320/Picture+815.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304303295734549858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2707266808520896147-6768687307917510495?l=stampedmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6768687307917510495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2707266808520896147&amp;postID=6768687307917510495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6768687307917510495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2707266808520896147/posts/default/6768687307917510495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stampedmemories.blogspot.com/2009/02/dance-photos.html' title='Dance photos'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13813230028516079596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uIpS1IZd_e4/SZyrwGCUMOI/AAAAAAAAAfk/7e84tqXxzXI/s72-c/Picture+828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
