<?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-4681857723425759020</id><updated>2012-02-12T21:29:21.466-06:00</updated><category term='voting'/><category term='baptism'/><category term='Gulf Shores'/><category term='Boots'/><category term='Family'/><category term='books'/><category term='Christmas movies'/><category term='family cat'/><category term='Sail Away'/><category term='Elvis'/><category term='Nutcracker Marketplace'/><category term='Fryes'/><category term='fall'/><category term='Hallelujah Chorus'/><category term='patriotic windsock'/><category term='Rollin&apos; on the river'/><category term='Typewriter Keys art'/><category term='pet loss'/><category term='Orange Leaf Frozen Yogurt'/><category term='Honda Pilot'/><category term='Indian Summer'/><category term='Sandals Royal Caribbean'/><category term='Dallas Cowboys'/><category term='Cocodries'/><category term='Caribbean Cruise'/><category term='Keith Urban'/><category term='football'/><category term='Keens'/><title type='text'>Days  Go  By</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-5682367932411021841</id><published>2012-02-11T23:53:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T08:26:43.973-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keens'/><title type='text'>Find the perfect shoe, then come out and play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is not becoming a shoe blog.  I promise.  But sometimes something grabs you and you just have to beat the drum, form a circle around the campfire, grab a guitar and sing &lt;i&gt;"Bye bye love, bye bye happiness, hello loneliness, I think I'm gonna cry..."  &lt;/i&gt;OK, I digress.  The topic is shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is: &lt;a href="http://www.keenfootwear.com/us/en/"&gt;Keens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd heard about Keen Shoes for many years now.  My bro-in-law Charles is quite fond of his.  My sister Lou Ellen loves hers.  I wasn't buying the whole camping, hiking, water shoe that you can wear in the woods.  I don't hike, I don't camp, I don't get in the water except to take a bath or get in the hot tub. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then something crazy took hold of me and I wanted some.  Right away.  For our cruise.  I figured that if I used Amazon Prime, they &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; make it in time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're crazy good.  Here's the ones I bought, the Keen Venice H2, in Raya Blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78OAL1QrPEg/TzYDzAp7zNI/AAAAAAAACK0/_VUuzko3pBU/s1600/1312874-p-2x.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-78OAL1QrPEg/TzYDzAp7zNI/AAAAAAAACK0/_VUuzko3pBU/s400/1312874-p-2x.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707753752622779602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No better time to take them for a spin than around the deck of an ocean-liner, exploring foreign ports, and shopping.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll let you know how it goes.  But it's looking pretty good so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-5682367932411021841?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5682367932411021841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=5682367932411021841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/5682367932411021841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/5682367932411021841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2012/02/find-perfect-shoe-then-come-out-and.html' title='Find the perfect shoe, then come out and play'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-78OAL1QrPEg/TzYDzAp7zNI/AAAAAAAACK0/_VUuzko3pBU/s72-c/1312874-p-2x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-5470312328209807876</id><published>2012-01-24T19:53:00.045-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:29:18.684-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fryes'/><title type='text'>I'll have Fryes with that ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="text-align: left;width: auto; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HSDwjuqeZLpAi3lWxEBbhsSY_fXULvkgUUhs71Pasjg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bFNL_LOJo8c/Tx5mVCPbkiI/AAAAAAAACGs/B7aVydF_AZc/s800/Frye-boot-Veronica-Slouch-dark-brown-77609DBN-328.jpg" height="399" width="330" /&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you can love boots, I do love these.  This all started about 4 years ago, when we went to Park City, Utah for the first time.  Sundance.  Cool stores.  Western art.   Rustic home decor. Handcrafted handbags.  Fringes, boots, leather.   I haven't been back to Park City since then, but I bet I'll go again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the meantime, I started scanning catalogs and looking at boots.  After much thought...MUCH thought, I decided on these, the Veronica Slouch, by Frye Boots. They have a soft shaft (not tight on the calf) a small heel, and the leather smells good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/W0XX0MBel4XP2ZcaDMk-D8SY_fXULvkgUUhs71Pasjg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/W0XX0MBel4XP2ZcaDMk-D8SY_fXULvkgUUhs71Pasjg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dikxVFrWw8E/Tx5mNfhjJ8I/AAAAAAAACGg/xRSqE63tsxY/s800/FRYE-WZ47_V1-BIG.jpg" height="340" width="300" /&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;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pricey yes, but oh so gorgeous.  I figured I could blow some of my sock drawer stash (birthday money) and order them.  They're not sold anywhere near me so I couldn't even try them on.  I was a little intimidated by the procedure for breaking them in.  Thought I couldn't do it. I even considered sending them back.  But I soldiered on (it was love) in a Sundance-induced fog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's been a week.  They're so much better now.  I'm keeping them.  Here's a link to the maker:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left;width: auto; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefryecompany.com/"&gt;The Frye Company&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot of celebrities wear Frye boots.  Ree Drummond (&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;The Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt;) wears them and even gives them away from time to time on her site. This weekend, if you're out at the movies and see "One For the Money" with Katherine Heigel, she is wearing Fryes (saw an ad, Bloomingdales has a give away to tie-in to the movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me, wearing my Fryes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-itBUE9KxqV4/Tx84Phk45lI/AAAAAAAACIA/_Vex2y5ESQI/s640/P1040842.JPG" height="480" width="590" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: center;width: auto; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Handsome, awesome.  And they keep my feet warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0km74eNm8QJE5-_W0uH-LyMUX52na6UnTZXpyx5D5wY?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0km74eNm8QJE5-_W0uH-LyMUX52na6UnTZXpyx5D5wY?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hmTGLipjD78/Tx83WXU06hI/AAAAAAAACIo/VYJElrI_klM/s640/P1040831.jpg" height="520" width="454" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love. Utah.  Park City.  Boots.  Fryes.  Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-5470312328209807876?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5470312328209807876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=5470312328209807876&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/5470312328209807876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/5470312328209807876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2012/01/ill-have-fryes-with-that.html' title='I&apos;ll have Fryes with that ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-bFNL_LOJo8c/Tx5mVCPbkiI/AAAAAAAACGs/B7aVydF_AZc/s72-c/Frye-boot-Veronica-Slouch-dark-brown-77609DBN-328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-2882787459815168551</id><published>2012-01-03T19:16:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:10:07.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even though it's January, I'm still thinking about Christmas.  So I'm just doing a short post here, with a link and an observation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And this is what I think:  most children (certainly not all) get too many presents at Christmas.  And some barely have time to register what the gift is, before they go on to rip open another one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Getting too many things doesn't make a child feel loved.  In my experience, it usually does the opposite and makes them insecure and envious for what they didn't get.  And spoiled.  No one likes a spoiled child.  And spoiled children grow up to be entitled adults.  It's not a good way to be.  To live.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like this blog and the ideas she expresses in this post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://augustfields.blogspot.com/2011/12/cozy-nights-of-christmastime.html"&gt;August Fields:  Christmastime&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the post above, I think it's perfect that each child gets only&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;4 gifts&lt;i&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; (plus stockings):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1) something they want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2) something they need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3) something to wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4) something to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, we did do Santa in our house when our kids were growing up but if I had to do it all over, I think we'd do things differently. After all...Santa is what he really stands for, the spirit of love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's my opinion.  Peace out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-2882787459815168551?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2882787459815168551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=2882787459815168551&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2882787459815168551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2882787459815168551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-gifts.html' title='4 Gifts'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-3473438382004814129</id><published>2011-12-14T18:10:00.071-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T10:36:49.528-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas movies'/><title type='text'>How do you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So...10 days until Christmas.  So far there are no presents and no Christmas tree either. We've got a project going on here...construction, on a small scale.  Hardwood flooring, painting, and molding. And right now, some electrical switches going in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So how do you know it's Christmas without the usual decor?  For one, music, that's a given.  And Christmas movies.  Who doesn't love Christmas movies?  Scrooge-people, that's who.  The king of animated movies is and always will be, Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;But my favorites are non animated.  Here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Home Alone.  Love the story, love the house, love Macaulay Culkin, love the music!!! Darling.  John Hughes wrote a winner and it cannot be beat.  Catherine O'Hara as the mom and John Candy as the polka guy were awesome.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);   -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6raSWSVljg/TuliH2rGSYI/AAAAAAAACAc/f7GHoHtaEPM/s400/Home-Alone2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686183891606849922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:large;"&gt;A Christmas Story.  Some people call it the Red Ryder BB gun movie. I threw this one in because my kids love it so much.  I've only seen bits and pieces of it, never from start to finish, but I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);   -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_j5Z6YpAVKk/TulhznjQHqI/AAAAAAAAB_s/1Izfas7oqso/s400/MPW-21971.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686183543950024354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;You don't usually find This Christmas on anyone's must see list, but I don't care...this is a fun movie. Loretta Divine is always good.  Chris Brown is part of the ensemble, of course this was filmed pre-Rihanna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);   -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qDqC8Xm7DEM/TulkhtnzBkI/AAAAAAAACDA/mX4LHseCmlA/s400/519JubEOaZL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686186534876939842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Four Christmases.  Maybe the plot is cliched but how can you not like this?  Reese is darling.  And Vince Vaughn!  Cracks. Me. Up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);   -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CINO9fG_XXk/Tulkwo4AYkI/AAAAAAAACDk/gTwgEoaT6y0/s400/51AKLmQGxCL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686186791300784706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Christmas With the Kranks. This was based on the novel by John Grisham, Skipping Christmas. I laughed. Heartfelt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);   -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6p1tuMn4q5w/TuliDGnrkoI/AAAAAAAACAQ/55YxppB1sM4/s400/51718KX9R8L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686183809988137602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh I love this one.  While You Were Sleeping.  Sandra Bullock is precious.  Especially in this movie.  Bill Pullman is perfect.  The grandma, Glynis Johns. (remember her from Mary Poppins?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);   -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ILt0ZSZg3DU/TuliXKRGXBI/AAAAAAAACAw/V3xH2Shuuf8/s400/51B24XRHBVL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686184154564549650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);   -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Holiday. Cameron Diaz.  When she looks back at this movie, she'll always be happy, she's just gorgeous here.  You HAVE to root for her and Jude Law to get together. The scene where she meets his daughters...precious. Kate Winslet and Jack Black are darling.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IqepAM6YhlQ/TuliXDj0zTI/AAAAAAAACAo/rsh3FyTBXW4/s400/MPW-21665.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686184152764042546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And here it is...my favorite Christmas movie.  I don't just want to watch The Family Stone, I want to &lt;b&gt;be &lt;/b&gt;them (minus the liberal politics).  I want to go home for Christmas somewhere in a house like that.  Diane Keaton is fabulous.   Claire Danes.  Craig T. Nelson too. Rachel McAdams is just a doll.  And the guy that plays her love interest...the EMT guy, he's so good!  Even though one of my least favorite actresses is in this (Sarah Jessica Parker)....even&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;she can't spoil this film for me.   Luke Wilson nails his part.  Charming.  He &lt;i&gt;steals&lt;/i&gt; Dermot Mulroney's thunder.  The Family Stone.  Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);   -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tVsTXT2H4Lc/Tulh-txHwZI/AAAAAAAACAE/EYQvTgK7-2k/s400/51AFrfDmUzL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686183734597370258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;The best thing is that even without a tree...these movies make me feel good.  And that's what it's all about. What's your favorite Christmas movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-3473438382004814129?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3473438382004814129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=3473438382004814129&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/3473438382004814129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/3473438382004814129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-do-you-know.html' title='How do you know?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6raSWSVljg/TuliH2rGSYI/AAAAAAAACAc/f7GHoHtaEPM/s72-c/Home-Alone2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-8001313796535598133</id><published>2011-11-01T22:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T12:02:42.052-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honda Pilot'/><title type='text'>Ghost Riders in the Sky</title><content type='html'>We've been the happy owners of our red Honda Pilot for nearly nine years now.  We've seen good times, tough times, Keith Urban times, cruising times, hurricane times, fun times, and some all-around we ROCK this Pilot-times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/J7VSRYdk1j1UvmbJZZBJdA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-F9qBqLkKyBM/TrCLSuca2JI/AAAAAAAAB5M/-X2tLGa4UDo/s800/P1040660.JPG" height="488" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today it was goodbye time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SLoQHKH_K67S4vKVeppaPw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-aCQrrVL6iow/TrCLokTCnCI/AAAAAAAAB44/ZnHi-UOA3kk/s800/P1040664.JPG" height="488" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after nearly &lt;i&gt;17 years &lt;/i&gt;of driving a red vehicle (the Accord, then the Pilot), mama's got a horse of a different color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BCTMkl-PBthOnzQmeem7ZA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dzQ4xvSfYCk/TrCnxCbf-zI/AAAAAAAAB6E/bMWns5ln8ac/s640/P1040668.JPG" height="487" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand spanking new WHITE Honda Pilot!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's fancy.   Frisky.   Fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Daddy likes it too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-8hvKauxtP9pH0o9xKTh7g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Kn-lg1-vPBM/TrCMZcnVsAI/AAAAAAAAB6g/uvxeJ02fx00/s640/P1040674.JPG" height="488" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's fun.  Now we just have to figure out how to work everything.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ghost Rider:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BdXuuvVCspuxuaCcsqdgYg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-cuoFw9MWtVg/TrCMxR9P8OI/AAAAAAAAB5k/_V7ZhWLi4DE/s800/P1040679.JPG" height="473" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ghost Rider, the pattern is full.  (&lt;i&gt;name that movie&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Mhm3dNfVt0a3fWvJgwkkFQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0JLHbk3H5mc/TrCMlQD107I/AAAAAAAAB5c/h13-zKkyXLM/s640/P1040675.JPG" height="463" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone will know it's me in a white vehicle.  I might lose it myself in a parking lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Say it with me now, &lt;i&gt;"White, white, white!"&lt;/i&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-8001313796535598133?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8001313796535598133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=8001313796535598133&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/8001313796535598133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/8001313796535598133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/11/ticket-to-ride.html' title='Ghost Riders in the Sky'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-F9qBqLkKyBM/TrCLSuca2JI/AAAAAAAAB5M/-X2tLGa4UDo/s72-c/P1040660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-5631828451591320945</id><published>2011-10-22T21:18:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T16:42:40.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><title type='text'>October Skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well this month is just blowing by.  Why can't August go this fast??  I love October...it's my 2nd favorite month of the year, after November.  Yes, this IS my happy calendar time!  And Don's too, deer season has begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love everything about fall...football, a north wind blowing, leaves flying through the air, cinderella pumpkins, baby pumpkins, gumbo, and oh yeah, did I say &lt;i&gt;football&lt;/i&gt;??  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We've mostly watched these guys, while we cross our fingers for their coach Jason Garrett (who I have a slight crush on)  &lt;/span&gt;to perform a miracle before Jerry Jones fires him.  Or gets another facelift, whichever comes first. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HMQf-93CfhTYlpp2G_azmw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HMQf-93CfhTYlpp2G_azmw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FjZxv0qWb7w/TqNOPz9ElWI/AAAAAAAAB0U/6M0t4bWc0jQ/s800/JASON_GARRETT.JPG_02-25-2011_UID_STATE_1_1_18175431.jpg" height="408" width="620" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while the Cowboys are having a rough year, it sure helps to watch this coach, Eric Taylor,  and his Dillon Panthers on Friday Night Lights.  We're making our way through each season on Netflix.  Seriously, it's good.  Coach Taylor is played by Kyle Chandler.  I have a little crush on him too.  (Texas forever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DkeatZ0QQgvTDTmN4ZUjKA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6Rkwq7nUIgw/TqNSNBWJkRI/AAAAAAAAB0s/4J-pwYlU9J0/s800/fridaynightlights.jpg" height="500" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not in the middle of a football game (real or imagined) I spend a lot of time talking about this ship.  She's beautiful, isn't she?  In this case talk isn't cheap.  But sail, we will.  Do you believe in Magic??  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Galveston, oh Galveston...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mu_Crz0smvHN3L250CK0Cg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qttJ1DcQ5d8/TqNE5B8cCMI/AAAAAAAAByw/Cs5dsLZjKPU/s800/magic_rendering_.jpg" height="400" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my other hobby of late, shopping for wood floors, hopefully to get installed before the end of the year.  After a lot of looking (virtual and in person), I've picked this one, by Shaw.  It's hickory, pictured here.  I love it and I hope it loves me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/F4IdcupTwvQ1W0m1IPQpjg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QFyDdREShkc/TqM89L_AstI/AAAAAAAAByI/ddWEh80PezQ/s800/DC157_00144_ROOM.jpg" height="469" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least, I've thoroughly enjoyed watching these guys go at it.  Debates are awesome.  So. Much. Fun. I'm learning a lot about these candidates.  And the good thing is....we all participate.  By reading, watching and by voting.  Did you vote today??  My sticker says "My Vote Counted". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AEAD8_K0cM42hPOGDfwoyQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3fRBgpvMfGc/TqNIGBb3frI/AAAAAAAABzI/sGCkmtA_8bQ/s640/GOP-presidential-candidates-debate-California.jpg" height="373" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Make yours count, too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-5631828451591320945?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5631828451591320945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=5631828451591320945&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/5631828451591320945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/5631828451591320945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-days.html' title='October Skies'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FjZxv0qWb7w/TqNOPz9ElWI/AAAAAAAAB0U/6M0t4bWc0jQ/s72-c/JASON_GARRETT.JPG_02-25-2011_UID_STATE_1_1_18175431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-4418022683542676</id><published>2011-09-15T23:48:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T17:16:07.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baptism'/><title type='text'>Eight is Great!</title><content type='html'>This is our oldest grandchild, Alahna.  She turned 8 years old recently and was baptized and confirmed a member of our church.  It was such a special day.  She wore a darling white satin and lace dress.  She looked just like a princess.  And so she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1ztRbpvjAf0pmwHcNPbY9Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-yDDNian9aJc/Tm0VKmTA52I/AAAAAAAABuA/AXSCnKVkBYs/s400/P1040503.JPG" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all so happy we could be there with her.  We (the Mawmaw &amp;amp; Pawpaw of this tribe) flew to California.  Aunt Jennifer came too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TfXclnFeKsRYcXorZQwQGw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-infs0Lxqtms/Tm0U8pafNzI/AAAAAAAABt0/J1lyuCAzrE0/s640/P1040499.JPG" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alahna was baptized by her daddy.  He was so proud of her.  Her mom and Kirra were proud too.  Everyone loves her so very much.&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/l-nsTfRVCVwVFmN1Og48QA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NawgeMhxwSc/Tm0UoHRgazI/AAAAAAAABv0/oANfET2zNLo/s640/P1040496.jpg" height="640" width="475" /&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: left;"&gt;She got some special gifts...my sister Lou Ellen gave her the pink pearls she is wearing here.  She looks very grown up.  But don't worry, she's not that tall yet...she was standing on a chair.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Z5KXAQSSP7KSXL0p3kNa0g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iTvWRWIDt8g/TnLKGas3ojI/AAAAAAAABvg/2i9746b25ls/s640/P1040557.JPG" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nAnk-JzAT3S_z0woUhOElw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/C-vqXkXP9XfFPJnn7O590w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XOCGAkJh40Y/Tm0Vdgmzf4I/AAAAAAAABuM/j3Il_9YUCi0/s640/P1040507.jpg" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alahna made some big promises that day, but she got some big blessings too.  I know how happy she was, and I hope she remembers that feeling always.&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GWSXBzkSRm5KRdnzGpUtgw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GWSXBzkSRm5KRdnzGpUtgw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EZBzOcj4UqI/Tm0VCGiKnbI/AAAAAAAABt4/ZJOLs_waM-I/s640/P1040502.jpg" height="640" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 25px; font-family:Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 25px; font-family:Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you, sweet girl.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 25px; font-family:Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 25px; font-family:Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-4418022683542676?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4418022683542676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=4418022683542676&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/4418022683542676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/4418022683542676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/09/eight-is-great.html' title='Eight is Great!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-yDDNian9aJc/Tm0VKmTA52I/AAAAAAAABuA/AXSCnKVkBYs/s72-c/P1040503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-8244958088004470195</id><published>2011-08-24T19:30:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:07:20.726-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family cat'/><title type='text'>Sam ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week we had to say goodbye to our furry friend, our Devil Boy, our baby, our constant companion, and the cat our family will&lt;b&gt; always&lt;/b&gt; remember...Sam.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm still too sad to write much about him.   We all shed many tears, but we know he deserved the best.  And the best, was to say goodbye.  We miss him so much.  &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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 1995-2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGACNzHdIXY/TlWRNM445aI/AAAAAAAABsQ/BxgBJwV3MZE/s1600/P1040379.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTyCtdJLiu4/TlUww4xGflI/AAAAAAAABr4/4SBnQJiwf2A/s1600/P1020468.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-XTyCtdJLiu4/TlUww4xGflI/AAAAAAAABr4/4SBnQJiwf2A/s400/P1020468.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644471324408970834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each year in our Christmas letter, we always updated all our friends and family on Sam's status. And why not?  He belonged to us and we belonged to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I'll write more about Sam.  But for today, from those letters, here's a look into his life and his place in this family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1995:  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;We can't wait for Christmas....Santa is bringing us a computer and a cat.&lt;/i&gt;  (written one week before we got Sam)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1996:   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last Christmas we added to our family by adopting an adorable kitten we named Sam.  He is definitely the king around here and he knows it!  We keep him inside to stop history from repeating itself.  Sam thinks he's a dog and does a few tricks that make him appear clever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1997:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our cat Sam is doing well, though he may be in for a little stomach distress since he insists on chewing on the Christmas tree branches and lights.  He provides us with entertainment most of the day, but sometimes slips into another personality we call "Devil Boy".  You wouldn't want to be around then, trust me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1998: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our cat Sam, aka Devil Boy, has been lively and particularly wicked this year.  When he is not chewing on our Christmas decorations, he is on the windowsill watching the squirrels and blackbirds that fill our backyard, always plotting some way to escape from the house and attack.  But they're only kitty-cat dreams. His favorite bite victim in-house is Don, though he is the one who feeds Sam tidbits from the table; go figure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1999: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam the cat has had a tough year.  We had to have him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;declawed&lt;/span&gt; due to the excessive damage he did to our old woodwork, and now with the new stuff - well, he had a choice - say adios or go under the knife.  He chose the latter.  At least we think he agreed.  But sometimes I'm sure he's looking for his own attorney to take the case against us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2000: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam tries to climb the Christmas tree every day or so.  Our not so secret weapon to get him down is to rustle a plastic bag at him.  He jumps down and runs like the devil himself is chasing him.  I keep telling him to behave or we'll ship him out to Florida to keep Jesse Jackson company.  So far he isn't intimidated.   &lt;/i&gt;(written during the recount for the 2000 Presidential election)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2001: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam has had a rough year.  He had a near-death experience this past summer, but I guess you could say he's over it.  Right now his obsession is to defend his turf  (he's waging war through the french doors) from a neighbor cat who likes to visit our patio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2002:  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam has been cantankerous, as usual.  Each night as I am reading, he leaps into our bed and meows frantically until I scratch his back with the wooden back-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scratcher&lt;/span&gt; I keep on the nightstand.  Then he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; plops down and purrs loudly as if to say, "OK, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; be all for now."  It is too funny for words!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2003: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;As for Sam, he had been behaving himself for most of the year, but now that the Christmas tree is up, "Devil Boy" is back in the saddle again.  I have trained him to sleep on Don's side of the bed.  He makes a nifty foot-warmer, but if you get up for any reason, he bites you when you come back to bed.  Don mostly stays put.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2004:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam is in the middle of his winter hibernation, which means he spends 90% of his day curled up in my oak letter-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;box&lt;/span&gt;, basking under the warmth of the desk lamp, his own version of kitty-sunbathing.  He staked out his turf years ago and we don't mess with him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2005:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because Sam was the only one of us who actually witnessed Hurricane Rita from inside our house, we have crowned him 'Sole Survivor' and accord him the reverence he is due.  He doesn't travel well (at all!) so we left him home while we (in our folly) assumed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hurricane&lt;/span&gt; would do as others had done and hit somewhere else.  We had many anxious and tearful moments thinking about that cat here at home.  We rushed back to check on him the day after the storm and were overjoyed to find him waiting for us, safe and sound!! Now he knows he's got us right where he wants us.  Which is really no different than before...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2006:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam doesn't go anywhere much, not willingly anyway.  He sleeps a lot, but when we have company he howls like a wolf and runs, jumps and prances around, just to remind us all that Devil Boy lives. We never doubted, we believe!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2007:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam doesn't know it but he's getting zip for Christmas unless he shocks us all and decides to welcome Thunder (Jen's cat) with open paws when he arrives from Utah.  Of course the chances of that are slim to none.  So we're going to hope for the best and prepare for the worst.  We know Sam will be thinking (in the spirit of Kevin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;McAllister&lt;/span&gt;, Home Alone) "This is my home and I have to defend it!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;We held our breath last Christmas as Sam had to -- for the first time ever -- share his home with another cat, Thunder.  At first it was all-out war as far as Sam was concerned, but much to our amazement he soon developed not only a tolerance for Thunder, but he actually LIKED him!  Now they're best buds.  When Thunder comes over Sam is a happy camper.  Who knew??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam is still the leader of the pack around here.  Most days he sleeps a lot but he still has the eye of the tiger. And when he's cold and wants to sit on your lap, he turns into a little lamb.  Just don't scratch his head the wrong way.  He lives for those moments...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Sam is now 15, fairly old for a cat but he carries it well.  He struts around the house and tries to sneak chicken at every opportunity.  Most days he wants to sit on our laps.  I think he's worried about dying....he's afraid no one in kitty-heaven will feed him chicken&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam doesn't have to worry anymore.  He knows that the best chicken is in heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And,  he also knows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGACNzHdIXY/TlWRNM445aI/AAAAAAAABsQ/BxgBJwV3MZE/s1600/P1040379.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 360px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGACNzHdIXY/TlWRNM445aI/AAAAAAAABsQ/BxgBJwV3MZE/s400/P1040379.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644577363962946978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sweet Sam, we love you.   ♥&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/4681857723425759020-8244958088004470195?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8244958088004470195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=8244958088004470195&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/8244958088004470195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/8244958088004470195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/08/sam.html' title='Sam ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XTyCtdJLiu4/TlUww4xGflI/AAAAAAAABr4/4SBnQJiwf2A/s72-c/P1020468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-7436131650624417238</id><published>2011-07-30T13:45:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T14:55:05.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get the picture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm somewhat of a reluctant photographer.  You wouldn't think so...I have my camera in my hands a good bit.  It's a 2 year old Panasonic Lumix DMC-series.  It's got a 10x zoom wide-angle lens.  And it's really an ideal camera for travel.  It's light and small enough to put in my bag or pocket, with good image stabilization, an easy auto-setting and an excellent battery life, and it came with an extra battery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost always get better photos outdoors.  Indoor shots are dicey, like these I took at the library when Alahna was having fun at the Smart Table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dezRWHz6Jo8/TjM2ELm5pnI/AAAAAAAABqI/M47RnB9Gdl0/s1600/P1040178.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-dezRWHz6Jo8/TjM2ELm5pnI/AAAAAAAABqI/M47RnB9Gdl0/s400/P1040178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634907004233950834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeXSY3PlmM/TjM2DcGcc5I/AAAAAAAABqA/G9w9FTcK9cA/s1600/P1040172.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-SWeXSY3PlmM/TjM2DcGcc5I/AAAAAAAABqA/G9w9FTcK9cA/s400/P1040172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634906991481353106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't read the instruction manual for my camera and certainly haven't played with many alternate settings. I just pick it up and shoot. It's the way I roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, sometimes I surprise myself with what I can do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:13.3333px;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366705394845443826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SnpeH2HvZvI/AAAAAAAAAEI/elDeGgZscUM/s320/P1010202.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's Keith....he looks good.  And yes, I did take that. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is a big difference between what I can do on auto and what you can do with a better camera.  These pictures were taken by Missy Morris.  She has a Canon Rebel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jCSTdYdyD4w/TjN6Gpb_c-I/AAAAAAAABrY/ODNW92Z8QjI/s1600/372.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jCSTdYdyD4w/TjN6Gpb_c-I/AAAAAAAABrY/ODNW92Z8QjI/s400/372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634981813391684578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqguHxN2qmg/TjN6Gcs95OI/AAAAAAAABrQ/dD4s_lJMV1E/s1600/324.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-sqguHxN2qmg/TjN6Gcs95OI/AAAAAAAABrQ/dD4s_lJMV1E/s400/324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634981809973224674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--nSpZtA_hbY/TjN5AHrhsfI/AAAAAAAABrI/I9s0iXrKZxk/s1600/369.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/--nSpZtA_hbY/TjN5AHrhsfI/AAAAAAAABrI/I9s0iXrKZxk/s400/369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634980601739194866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin shoots a Nikon D90, here's just a couple he took of Kirra.  (She likes to pose...like you couldn't guess that.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhP3ggktXVI/TjN4ovsR4lI/AAAAAAAABrA/6xo19RtFtos/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhP3ggktXVI/TjN4ovsR4lI/AAAAAAAABrA/6xo19RtFtos/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634980200162910802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i6tcsTRs71c/TjN4oLTdomI/AAAAAAAABqw/3z2Oxd3TFFc/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i6tcsTRs71c/TjN4oLTdomI/AAAAAAAABqw/3z2Oxd3TFFc/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634980190395146850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty.  Sometimes I consider buying a camera with more power.  But...would I really use it?  I like pretty pictures but I also like a compact camera.  And then of course, if I got one - I'd definitely have to read the instruction manual.  Or take lessons.  And learn editing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or not.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, until then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RAKJYnQZZE4/TjM2FaisB1I/AAAAAAAABqg/MT92hFw09Ts/s1600/P1040112.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-RAKJYnQZZE4/TjM2FaisB1I/AAAAAAAABqg/MT92hFw09Ts/s400/P1040112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634907025422681938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9TUqAoQV4Y/TjM2EkTwm9I/AAAAAAAABqQ/cTHeQjL8jXM/s1600/P1040106.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9TUqAoQV4Y/TjM2EkTwm9I/AAAAAAAABqQ/cTHeQjL8jXM/s400/P1040106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634907010864552914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's point and shoot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-UwBtFHfug/TjM2kQSXCHI/AAAAAAAABqo/o_5oWa37dds/s1600/P1040107.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-UwBtFHfug/TjM2kQSXCHI/AAAAAAAABqo/o_5oWa37dds/s1600/P1040107.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-UwBtFHfug/TjM2kQSXCHI/AAAAAAAABqo/o_5oWa37dds/s400/P1040107.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634907555245787250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-7436131650624417238?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7436131650624417238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=7436131650624417238&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/7436131650624417238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/7436131650624417238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/07/get-picture.html' title='Get the picture?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dezRWHz6Jo8/TjM2ELm5pnI/AAAAAAAABqI/M47RnB9Gdl0/s72-c/P1040178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-6064681612569216501</id><published>2011-07-14T22:01:00.037-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T12:00:03.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rollin&apos; on the river'/><title type='text'>Rollin' on the river  ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(cue Bayou Rock...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of days ago we were invited to go out to Zack &amp;amp; Andrea's camp on the river. Jason and the girls were all for it, so heck yeah we'll come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, it was hot. But we had a ball anyway.  We ate pulled pork and sloppy joes and grilled sausage, boudin and onions. Watermelon and smores were popular too.  I brought a box of Jo's Party House cupcakes.  They're necessary.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. Much. Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPFvPSQxRZ0/Th-vQarM-FI/AAAAAAAABpM/bW0OyNBGrZk/s1600/P1040189.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-rPFvPSQxRZ0/Th-vQarM-FI/AAAAAAAABpM/bW0OyNBGrZk/s400/P1040189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629410755809704018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sbmrfz1vRrg/Th-hYdB8jnI/AAAAAAAABpE/zYaGW1T3mf4/s1600/P1040203.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fy28UDoKr_g/Th-fWf9YqmI/AAAAAAAABo0/fMlU6yr35f4/s1600/P1040254.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-Fy28UDoKr_g/Th-fWf9YqmI/AAAAAAAABo0/fMlU6yr35f4/s400/P1040254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629393268121315938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lily showed Alahna &amp;amp; Kirra the right way to swing on a rope and jump in the water.  They took it all in, and Alahna just went for it!  Kirra kept thinking about it.  We know this because she told us at least 20 times. :)  She did jump off the dock even if the rope swing didn't happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vFxCnLjXrk/Th-aeRgC09I/AAAAAAAABos/QTrd_Gi6AOA/s1600/P1040182.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UpPxeBcGDUQ/Th-RXAZ2j4I/AAAAAAAABoc/2RKqrkd4Q_M/s1600/P1040203.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lO74Bkt1FM/Th-RzDH9R7I/AAAAAAAABok/xqzFOV9kyxI/s1600/P1040182.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-3lO74Bkt1FM/Th-RzDH9R7I/AAAAAAAABok/xqzFOV9kyxI/s400/P1040182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629378365434447794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason and his girls. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UVPpfq4I-V0/Th-QzJU91_I/AAAAAAAABoM/Gvj2GTKT_NY/s1600/P1040226.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-UVPpfq4I-V0/Th-QzJU91_I/AAAAAAAABoM/Gvj2GTKT_NY/s400/P1040226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629377267587995634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emma was a big help with the little girls, she's a sweetheart.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZL9nkZkEbk/Th-QzNOgNHI/AAAAAAAABoE/3NLiD9JiLP0/s1600/P1040200.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-0ZL9nkZkEbk/Th-QzNOgNHI/AAAAAAAABoE/3NLiD9JiLP0/s400/P1040200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629377268634629234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evan takes the wheel.  This boat pulled the wakeboarders and skiers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MpJ8cwEZ54U/Th-QLYVzIDI/AAAAAAAABn0/CkMLQSANa1w/s1600/P1040221.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-MpJ8cwEZ54U/Th-QLYVzIDI/AAAAAAAABn0/CkMLQSANa1w/s400/P1040221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629376584423252018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zack pulled the kids with his pontoon boat.  He can really maneuver that thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MM4rMa2w5-g/Th-I8JfO8lI/AAAAAAAABns/YBN0hFQU8Xg/s1600/P1040234.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-MM4rMa2w5-g/Th-I8JfO8lI/AAAAAAAABns/YBN0hFQU8Xg/s400/P1040234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629368626156859986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jason's pretty good at wakeboarding, he's a natural. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wiDqyhuJFeo/Th9NSfgjiVI/AAAAAAAABnc/JTLxET_cYlw/s1600/P1040279.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aDkOWm2p2fk/Th9NSCmBgBI/AAAAAAAABnU/5O3X1xhBrwU/s1600/P1040196.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-aDkOWm2p2fk/Th9NSCmBgBI/AAAAAAAABnU/5O3X1xhBrwU/s400/P1040196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629303031565746194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don was happy his grandgirls were having a ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l9PkPTAg4YY/Th9M4igpKiI/AAAAAAAABnM/Gbkh6rQqPYY/s1600/P1040209.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-l9PkPTAg4YY/Th9M4igpKiI/AAAAAAAABnM/Gbkh6rQqPYY/s400/P1040209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629302593456515618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alahna had the best time. All smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zj2eG3SCIdc/Th9MibF-EFI/AAAAAAAABnE/1TzsiXNnk30/s1600/P1040222.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9Rsl5FA1ig/Th9J0_eE5DI/AAAAAAAABm8/j2UXpiE_Zv4/s1600/P1040218.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-Q9Rsl5FA1ig/Th9J0_eE5DI/AAAAAAAABm8/j2UXpiE_Zv4/s400/P1040218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629299233976017970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5GMlSnPhJg/Th-fWmho6AI/AAAAAAAABo8/x_EUig4fnYY/s1600/P1040219.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-u5GMlSnPhJg/Th-fWmho6AI/AAAAAAAABo8/x_EUig4fnYY/s400/P1040219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629393269883987970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kirra was beside herself.  She said this was the "best show" she ever saw!  (maybe she thought we were on a reality show?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhFNg8SqO18/Th9HH9zRpCI/AAAAAAAABms/hImoGTT0kjI/s1600/P1040220.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-xhFNg8SqO18/Th9HH9zRpCI/AAAAAAAABms/hImoGTT0kjI/s400/P1040220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629296261410694178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WGvgvgn4xms/Th9Gc3zSXWI/AAAAAAAABmU/jYuLUc9Ggm4/s1600/P1040258.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-WGvgvgn4xms/Th9Gc3zSXWI/AAAAAAAABmU/jYuLUc9Ggm4/s400/P1040258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629295521065753954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thumbs up for FASTER. Girls just wanna have fun...they feel the need, the need for speed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mctoDqyXH4A/Th9Gcrxt_3I/AAAAAAAABmM/wf9a-kJvTAM/s1600/P1040282.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-mctoDqyXH4A/Th9Gcrxt_3I/AAAAAAAABmM/wf9a-kJvTAM/s400/P1040282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629295517837950834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BK3D6BgHjYA/Th9Es6ucNaI/AAAAAAAABmE/uRK-nAM0DbA/s1600/P1040205.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-BK3D6BgHjYA/Th9Es6ucNaI/AAAAAAAABmE/uRK-nAM0DbA/s400/P1040205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629293597705385378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether it's hunting or diagnosing the sound the boat motor is making, Don and Zack are talkers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2WgYtgZTQvY/Th9EsYDIJhI/AAAAAAAABl8/Wm5obK6Bv68/s1600/P1040285.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-2WgYtgZTQvY/Th9EsYDIJhI/AAAAAAAABl8/Wm5obK6Bv68/s400/P1040285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629293588396910098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our evening ended with a bit of drama.  After darkness fell, while everyone was making smores around the fire, someone heard a voice calling for help across the water.  Turns out a guy was over there and said his dog had a broken leg and he needed help to get him to the dock.  A bit suspicious maybe, but nevertheless the guys decided to help.  Zack, Taylor and Jason jumped in the boat and went to pick him up.  Kirra was yelling out across the water, "We're coming to get you!! We're coming to help!"  It was a large dog, a Bullmastiff.   We hope the dog made it.  Kirra would be proud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such an awesome night.  Good friends, good times.  We love all the Zack's and we're tickled that the grandgirls got the full camp experience.  Thanks for the invite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sbmrfz1vRrg/Th-hYdB8jnI/AAAAAAAABpE/zYaGW1T3mf4/s1600/P1040203.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-sbmrfz1vRrg/Th-hYdB8jnI/AAAAAAAABpE/zYaGW1T3mf4/s400/P1040203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629395500718132850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:10.8333px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Left a good job in the city&lt;br /&gt;Workin' for the Man every night and day&lt;br /&gt;And I never lost one minute of sleepin'&lt;br /&gt;Worryin' about the way things might have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big wheel keep on turnin'&lt;br /&gt;Proud Mary keep on burnin'&lt;br /&gt;Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:10.8333px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-6064681612569216501?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6064681612569216501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=6064681612569216501&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/6064681612569216501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/6064681612569216501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/07/rolling-on-river.html' title='Rollin&apos; on the river  ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rPFvPSQxRZ0/Th-vQarM-FI/AAAAAAAABpM/bW0OyNBGrZk/s72-c/P1040189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-5359031752985449060</id><published>2011-07-04T01:30:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T02:31:06.700-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patriotic windsock'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, America!</title><content type='html'>You know what today is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85t5s02KYrc/ThFqozwBieI/AAAAAAAABlk/GzzPEZole3w/s1600/P1040076.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85t5s02KYrc/ThFqozwBieI/AAAAAAAABlk/GzzPEZole3w/s400/P1040076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625394658881407458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ah18Wm-DjA/ThFnnu7yWhI/AAAAAAAABlc/pgzbIQZah5o/s1600/P1040068.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ah18Wm-DjA/ThFnnu7yWhI/AAAAAAAABlc/pgzbIQZah5o/s400/P1040068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625391341873814034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my country!!   I love everything about the 4th of July - the fireworks, the music (can't wait for The Boston Pops) and always, a reminder of how grateful I am to be an American.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I &lt;i&gt;love, love, love&lt;/i&gt; flag-inspired decor. So I was geared up to make this Tin Can Windsock.  It was so much fun and it's a craft that kids would like too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDuyBaa2vhQ/ThFXAw5n8OI/AAAAAAAABlM/y_yG_u_vUbc/s1600/P1040087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-PDuyBaa2vhQ/ThFXAw5n8OI/AAAAAAAABlM/y_yG_u_vUbc/s400/P1040087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625373080200671458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;It was easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;...I painted an old can with dark blue acrylic, glued on some ribbon streamers and some wooden stars that I had painted white.  Don strung some white roping on it and hung it from our crepe myrtle tree. Jennifer made one for her porch, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Maybe I'll make another one for our patio (I'm on a roll).  I got the idea and instructions here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bystephanielynn.com/2010/06/tin-can-flag-windsock-for-kiddies.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bystephanielynn.com/2010/06/tin-can-flag-windsock-for-kiddies.html"&gt;Patriotic Tin Can Windsock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c4jRiS4nB3M/ThFT101e7PI/AAAAAAAABlE/0ooGb546w4w/s1600/P1040075.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-c4jRiS4nB3M/ThFT101e7PI/AAAAAAAABlE/0ooGb546w4w/s400/P1040075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625369593743600882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday, America!!!&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/4681857723425759020-5359031752985449060?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5359031752985449060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=5359031752985449060&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/5359031752985449060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/5359031752985449060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-america.html' title='Happy Birthday, America!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-85t5s02KYrc/ThFqozwBieI/AAAAAAAABlk/GzzPEZole3w/s72-c/P1040076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-6275068963482967073</id><published>2011-06-02T23:51:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T01:52:49.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Live a little, love a lot ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey in case you missed it, the month of May is &lt;i&gt;outta here. &lt;/i&gt; What did we do?  As Kenny Chesney would say...we lived a little, loved a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blew bubbles with our grandgirls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--RSEXdMycgE/TeheO1QhE8I/AAAAAAAABjo/L_RXnLGyi_o/s1600/P1030872.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/--RSEXdMycgE/TeheO1QhE8I/AAAAAAAABjo/L_RXnLGyi_o/s400/P1030872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613840544424858562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheered for the Padres.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OndfCf-xvVQ/TehdQhQPReI/AAAAAAAABjg/hRAxwshsSPc/s1600/P1030871.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-OndfCf-xvVQ/TehdQhQPReI/AAAAAAAABjg/hRAxwshsSPc/s400/P1030871.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613839473903093218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loved on these two!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qtEYVyM-biU/TehbjZ0avFI/AAAAAAAABjQ/80C1x0Rg5ic/s1600/P1030820.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-qtEYVyM-biU/TehbjZ0avFI/AAAAAAAABjQ/80C1x0Rg5ic/s400/P1030820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613837599301614674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to eat...to the movies...to the park.  Played games.  Cuddled!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fja7Ctzyzvc/Tehbip2oI9I/AAAAAAAABjI/AFBu-i21qHY/s1600/P1030818.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fja7Ctzyzvc/Tehbip2oI9I/AAAAAAAABjI/AFBu-i21qHY/s400/P1030818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613837586425979858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don and Jason did some...let's call it Swamp People Exterminating!  (see Jason's FB)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i4Bf125m3Zs/Tehbiv2j_MI/AAAAAAAABjA/l22aRY2I7CA/s1600/P1030831.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-i4Bf125m3Zs/Tehbiv2j_MI/AAAAAAAABjA/l22aRY2I7CA/s400/P1030831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613837588036320450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We woke up in Vegas.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-rqqhz1JZY/TehbiUHmcoI/AAAAAAAABi4/D7pVHX9T9ZE/s1600/P1030801.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4-rqqhz1JZY/TehbiUHmcoI/AAAAAAAABi4/D7pVHX9T9ZE/s400/P1030801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613837580591592066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to see The Lion King. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOAptY9flRg/TehZBr6e7cI/AAAAAAAABiw/ohUFgBG9zYw/s1600/P1030788.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-kOAptY9flRg/TehZBr6e7cI/AAAAAAAABiw/ohUFgBG9zYw/s400/P1030788.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613834821020085698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got friendly with a church-minded lady who showed me an obscene plastic monkey then cheerfully waved and said, "Have a blessed day!" Mmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AyPysjZgEcg/TehYWGApcII/AAAAAAAABiY/AwlXd_jTfL0/s1600/P1030795.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AyPysjZgEcg/TehYWGApcII/AAAAAAAABiY/AwlXd_jTfL0/s400/P1030795.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613834072111018114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Explored  the Bellagio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5VzopP6zBM/TehYV5DneXI/AAAAAAAABiQ/QLhztivTeBU/s1600/P1030796.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-_5VzopP6zBM/TehYV5DneXI/AAAAAAAABiQ/QLhztivTeBU/s400/P1030796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613834068633811314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughed with my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ToMhyYYiHOU/TehWxEKerbI/AAAAAAAABiI/L1WrTfHDjIg/s1600/P1030983.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ToMhyYYiHOU/TehWxEKerbI/AAAAAAAABiI/L1WrTfHDjIg/s400/P1030983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613832336448597426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried to make the brothers-in-law behave.  Gave up.   Ate cake instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWYhn1byeP8/TehWwqK5WTI/AAAAAAAABh4/Wl_-BDz-dI8/s1600/P1030972.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MWYhn1byeP8/TehWwqK5WTI/AAAAAAAABh4/Wl_-BDz-dI8/s400/P1030972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613832329471023410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admired our girls...pretty and smart (like their mothers).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZEcHZxcsVM/TehWwjiHguI/AAAAAAAABhw/zBLypulhEfI/s1600/P1030969.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-mZEcHZxcsVM/TehWwjiHguI/AAAAAAAABhw/zBLypulhEfI/s400/P1030969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613832327689372386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to a cool party and welcomed our new daughter-in-law.  Here's the newlyweds, Barbara &amp;amp; Justin!  Cute couple huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtLcMNaEnwo/TehWwE8C6QI/AAAAAAAABho/fXqKY12inMM/s1600/P1030993.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-BtLcMNaEnwo/TehWwE8C6QI/AAAAAAAABho/fXqKY12inMM/s400/P1030993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613832319476623618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then.  And then... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought Big Daddy his Father's Day present.   Watched him ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kq7KNSApTNE/TeNPSd7M8II/AAAAAAAABhQ/_Ao6Mw8PktQ/s1600/P1030951.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-kq7KNSApTNE/TeNPSd7M8II/AAAAAAAABhQ/_Ao6Mw8PktQ/s400/P1030951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612416739322949762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got tickled.  Felt pretty damn proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqX8GO0vTyI/TeNOYYajzII/AAAAAAAABhI/aHnc4Vo19G8/s1600/P1030952.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jqX8GO0vTyI/TeNOYYajzII/AAAAAAAABhI/aHnc4Vo19G8/s400/P1030952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612415741411445890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rode around myself.   Acted cool and stuff.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0Kc9DGNdpY/TeNOYD5yIaI/AAAAAAAABhA/eJxZNDSMISs/s1600/P1030946.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0Kc9DGNdpY/TeNOYD5yIaI/AAAAAAAABhA/eJxZNDSMISs/s400/P1030946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612415735905264034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't wreck it.  Raise the flag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-em_IGTOFeP8/TeNOXjEbRCI/AAAAAAAABgw/DsqGSONlkic/s1600/P1030949.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-em_IGTOFeP8/TeNOXjEbRCI/AAAAAAAABgw/DsqGSONlkic/s400/P1030949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612415727091532834" /&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;i&gt;Live a little, love a lot...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-6275068963482967073?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6275068963482967073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=6275068963482967073&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/6275068963482967073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/6275068963482967073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/06/live-little-love-lot.html' title='Live a little, love a lot ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--RSEXdMycgE/TeheO1QhE8I/AAAAAAAABjo/L_RXnLGyi_o/s72-c/P1030872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-8300384974124946931</id><published>2011-05-06T17:00:00.029-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:28:15.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I was a kid people didn't use use sunscreen, they used Coppertone suntan lotion, which if I recall, didn't block the sun's rays, at least not much. We didn't know any better, we just wanted to be tan. The most famous Coppertone ad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1GSUxGyAo6s/TcRv_QYTHBI/AAAAAAAABec/-oOTWjXPjDY/s1600/coppertone.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1GSUxGyAo6s/TcRv_QYTHBI/AAAAAAAABec/-oOTWjXPjDY/s400/coppertone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603726968875064338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you remember the commercials on TV you might know (or maybe not) that the little girl who played the Coppertone girl was Jodie Foster.  I thought about that when we went out to Cali to visit Jason and the girls.  Jason has moved into a house with a hot tub and a pool.  Alahna &amp;amp; Kirra have a ball...these girls &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; playing in the water! And even though they put sunscreen on, they're both getting brown already.&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KasYGKUubE8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwBpn0XD3_s/TcRpAR8914I/AAAAAAAABd8/lmTfVA9aHcQ/s1600/P1030901.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-wwBpn0XD3_s/TcRpAR8914I/AAAAAAAABd8/lmTfVA9aHcQ/s400/P1030901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603719289895769986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6eEvfVtG1tA/TcRpAJ5CQYI/AAAAAAAABd0/x81KwfKU_rM/s1600/P1030898.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-6eEvfVtG1tA/TcRpAJ5CQYI/AAAAAAAABd0/x81KwfKU_rM/s400/P1030898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603719287731798402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How fun is that, to play in the water for hours? Yes, I did it too. No video.  Just take my word for it, I was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wH3amWFmte4/TcSAIgcjNOI/AAAAAAAABek/SwqDT2vZICk/s1600/P1030897.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-wH3amWFmte4/TcSAIgcjNOI/AAAAAAAABek/SwqDT2vZICk/s400/P1030897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603744719992730850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my motto is: don't let summer pass you by. Have fun in the water.  No matter how old you are or what you look like.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go to the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get in the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sit in the hot tub.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Play at the waterpark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But whatever you do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;put your bathing suit on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFqlBc-qRKc/TcSdjUGNc6I/AAAAAAAABes/DyWu4KWMSEY/s1600/P1030904.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-fFqlBc-qRKc/TcSdjUGNc6I/AAAAAAAABes/DyWu4KWMSEY/s400/P1030904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603777066371478434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Of course if I looked this cute in a towel the world would be a better place.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-8300384974124946931?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8300384974124946931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=8300384974124946931&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/8300384974124946931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/8300384974124946931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/05/put-your-bathing-suit-on.html' title='Have fun'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1GSUxGyAo6s/TcRv_QYTHBI/AAAAAAAABec/-oOTWjXPjDY/s72-c/coppertone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-4158726900682877188</id><published>2011-04-16T01:29:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T22:32:35.608-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Proud of the House We Built</title><content type='html'>I finished my book.  No rose-colored glasses...I shed a few tears.  But I'm grateful for that day and I want to remember it, with much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="425" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshowphotobook/slideshow_pb.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="xmlURL=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fpsdata%3FprojectGUID%3D1EctXLhw4ZO88%26uid%3D002080889059%26size%3D0%26ts%3D1302935353000%26height%3D425%26width%3D425&amp;amp;size=0&amp;amp;ob=0&amp;amp;fc=0&amp;amp;ss=0&amp;amp;sb=0&amp;amp;ft=0"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="425" align="middle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" name="wrapper" quality="best" menu="false" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="xmlURL=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fpsdata%3FprojectGUID%3D1EctXLhw4ZO88%26uid%3D002080889059%26size%3D0%26ts%3D1302935353000%26height%3D425%26width%3D425&amp;amp;size=0&amp;amp;ob=0&amp;amp;fc=0&amp;amp;ss=0&amp;amp;sb=0&amp;amp;ft=0" src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshowphotobook/slideshow_pb.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="width:425px;margin-top:0;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=1EctXLhw4ZPVA&amp;amp;eid=115"&gt;Click here to view this photo book larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;amp;c1=photobook&amp;amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say I feel like this, a quote from one of my favorite movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shelby, as you know, wouldn’t want us to get mired down and wallow in this. We should handle it the best way we know how and get on with it. That’s what my mind says, I just wish somebody would explain it to my heart."&lt;br /&gt;~ M’Lynn, Steel Magnolias&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-4158726900682877188?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4158726900682877188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=4158726900682877188&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/4158726900682877188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/4158726900682877188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/04/proud-of-house-we-built.html' title='Proud of the House We Built'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-6742406583342854938</id><published>2011-03-31T00:41:00.040-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T11:14:09.127-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orange Leaf Frozen Yogurt'/><title type='text'>Places I  Go  (+ 1)</title><content type='html'>At least once a week or so, I regularly complain to anyone who will listen (that usually means Don) that we do not have a decent yogurt place around.  Heck, we don't have &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; yogurt place around.  Our old ice cream shop does have a few flavors but they really cater to customers who want malts and sundaes.  Plus....it's not convenient.  That means it's not located in my catalog of "Places I Go" and as such, we just don't. At least not often.      &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Places I Go" consists of Target, Sam's Club, Sonic, Marshall's, church, Nelson Rd Walmart, Texas Roadhouse, Avalon Nails, Prien Lake Park and the library.  (Sometimes I go to Dillard's, Pier 1, or Steamboat B's...honorable mention for "Places I Go") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, I am adding a new location and it's....wait for it....it's on &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;side of the bridge.&lt;/b&gt; It's close to home.  &lt;i&gt;Close&lt;/i&gt;.  Actually, it's not even open yet.  But I'm ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://orangeleafyogurt.com/"&gt;Orange Leaf Frozen Yogurt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u2AK0YZiwa0/TZQcp47OurI/AAAAAAAABcM/2jtLGGa4-oQ/s1600/P1011689.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u2AK0YZiwa0/TZQcp47OurI/AAAAAAAABcM/2jtLGGa4-oQ/s400/P1011689.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590124543454657202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9If-Us80McU/TZQcGYu4i7I/AAAAAAAABcE/HpcuKvu5RP0/s1600/topping.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9If-Us80McU/TZQcGYu4i7I/AAAAAAAABcE/HpcuKvu5RP0/s400/topping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590123933517515698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKDLWG1aMBM/TZQbd1cB4MI/AAAAAAAABb8/4USRbNRd8zs/s1600/OLY_Logo_2ClrHighRes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKDLWG1aMBM/TZQbd1cB4MI/AAAAAAAABb8/4USRbNRd8zs/s400/OLY_Logo_2ClrHighRes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590123236848427202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope it's good!  Tasty, healthy yogurt....friendly employees....bright clean bathrooms...and regular specials and/or coupons.  You know, the stuff of dreams.  I want to go on the first day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jI1a2_3PCbU/TZSisA9t8SI/AAAAAAAABcU/57js7wVH77s/s1600/orange-leaf12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jI1a2_3PCbU/TZSisA9t8SI/AAAAAAAABcU/57js7wVH77s/s400/orange-leaf12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590271914530435362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;~ Frozen yogurt, coming soon ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am ridiculously excited. Can I get an Amen, people???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;UPDATE (July 2011) :  &lt;i&gt;We came, we saw, we ate.   Went back, and back, and back again.  It's DELICIOUS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-6742406583342854938?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6742406583342854938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=6742406583342854938&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/6742406583342854938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/6742406583342854938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/03/places-i-go-1.html' title='Places I  Go  (+ 1)'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u2AK0YZiwa0/TZQcp47OurI/AAAAAAAABcM/2jtLGGa4-oQ/s72-c/P1011689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-4046350300258771679</id><published>2011-03-02T12:27:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:30:45.769-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sail Away'/><title type='text'>Oh, the Places You'll Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3lDm3O_T-c/TW52gGDcxYI/AAAAAAAABac/sgTnHzp3kuw/s1600/P1030609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3lDm3O_T-c/TW52gGDcxYI/AAAAAAAABac/sgTnHzp3kuw/s400/P1030609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579527282111595906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Super Bowl Sunday, Feb. 6, 2011, we left Galveston for our 2nd cruise on The Conquest, headed for adventure, sun, sand, &lt;i&gt;warm weather&lt;/i&gt; and delicious food.  Our mission (and we did choose to accept it) was to have fun!!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the days before we left the weather had been bitterly cold, at least for us.  Ice on bridges and roads had shut down school, work, and normal activities.  I was thinking, we are SO outta here! Just please, let me get a pedicure first...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tAbiuv9TAWs/TW58gMuTpcI/AAAAAAAABas/nzItw2lGyAo/s1600/P1030610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tAbiuv9TAWs/TW58gMuTpcI/AAAAAAAABas/nzItw2lGyAo/s400/P1030610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579533880971732418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x019mdFzyS8/TW52f5p7DzI/AAAAAAAABaM/6ZmKwk5WqJg/s1600/P1030601.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/-x019mdFzyS8/TW52f5p7DzI/AAAAAAAABaM/6ZmKwk5WqJg/s400/P1030601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579527278783303474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Lou Ellen...I love my sister. And Don &amp;amp; I love going on cruises with Lou Ellen and Charles.  We (the four of us) are the funnest people I know.  No brag, just fact. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KnmDYKO8R_s/TW52fXFdLII/AAAAAAAABZ8/qBs5XACfGyg/s1600/P1030617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KnmDYKO8R_s/TW52fXFdLII/AAAAAAAABZ8/qBs5XACfGyg/s400/P1030617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579527269503544450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you leave on a cruise, Sail Away is a big deal.  In old movies people stand on the dock and wave and shout and wish you bon voyage. Bands play, streamers fly.  That's not the way it is anymore.  There are people standing on the dock, but not that many wave.  Mostly they are just watching, and I bet they're wishing they could go too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bk317pbrnwo/TWyKNF7jUeI/AAAAAAAABZ0/5psiWNAYXl0/s1600/WCMC.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugYZfoJVnVw/TWvwLn7k0vI/AAAAAAAABZk/koBJdTi4jik/s1600/P1030615.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/-ugYZfoJVnVw/TWvwLn7k0vI/AAAAAAAABZk/koBJdTi4jik/s400/P1030615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578816645916578546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8PI6mHi9Bc/TWvwLWRKstI/AAAAAAAABZc/l24OXv7vsvc/s1600/P1030613.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/-s8PI6mHi9Bc/TWvwLWRKstI/AAAAAAAABZc/l24OXv7vsvc/s400/P1030613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578816641175302866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things you have to do is be &lt;i&gt;out on the deck&lt;/i&gt; for Sail Away.  It means you...yes you, are on vacation.  Whoo-hoo!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had read about finding the "secret door" (on Conquest-class ships) to go on the front deck for our departure.  It's actually not so secret, but they don't go out of their way to tell you where it is.  We did find it, and the view was beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FHHQedJ2jW8/TWvwLP7CwXI/AAAAAAAABZU/xXUXAdQ7S90/s1600/P1030603.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/-FHHQedJ2jW8/TWvwLP7CwXI/AAAAAAAABZU/xXUXAdQ7S90/s400/P1030603.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578816639471894898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n61RIFl6Vn0/TWvwK-CNrkI/AAAAAAAABZM/4pAaFYHuEIQ/s1600/P1030602.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/-n61RIFl6Vn0/TWvwK-CNrkI/AAAAAAAABZM/4pAaFYHuEIQ/s400/P1030602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578816634670132802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o3X7zqM76AA/TWvwKhzekFI/AAAAAAAABZE/LzoRuKn3mqE/s1600/P1030600.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/-o3X7zqM76AA/TWvwKhzekFI/AAAAAAAABZE/LzoRuKn3mqE/s400/P1030600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578816627092131922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don and Charles, partners in crime...aka the Brothers-In-Law!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LKch258AnQk/TWs32WjIX-I/AAAAAAAABYU/nGHb91OQ4mc/s1600/P1030611.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/-LKch258AnQk/TWs32WjIX-I/AAAAAAAABYU/nGHb91OQ4mc/s400/P1030611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578613970333884386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have such a good time together.  Each time I see a picture of these two I always think, how did we get so lucky to find such good guys?  And then I think...wait, how did &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; get so lucky to find &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNkLlSoDhfM/TWs32NkhuQI/AAAAAAAABYM/wSjsrODBMTs/s1600/P1030612.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/-eNkLlSoDhfM/TWs32NkhuQI/AAAAAAAABYM/wSjsrODBMTs/s400/P1030612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578613967923820802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCy111_pkzc/TWs32P7b2kI/AAAAAAAABYE/MUhZMce9JYs/s1600/P1030616.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCy111_pkzc/TWs32P7b2kI/AAAAAAAABYE/MUhZMce9JYs/s1600/P1030616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JCy111_pkzc/TWs32P7b2kI/AAAAAAAABYE/MUhZMce9JYs/s400/P1030616.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578613968556776002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Congratulations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Today is your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;You’re off to Great Places!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;You’re off and away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6-SH6Pf_ZE/TWs316AG9hI/AAAAAAAABX8/9kuHo6Sn4Aw/s1600/P1030614.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/-j6-SH6Pf_ZE/TWs316AG9hI/AAAAAAAABX8/9kuHo6Sn4Aw/s400/P1030614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578613962670798354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ps&gt; happy birthday Dr. Seuss!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-4046350300258771679?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4046350300258771679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=4046350300258771679&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/4046350300258771679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/4046350300258771679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-places-youll-go.html' title='Oh, the Places You&apos;ll Go!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a3lDm3O_T-c/TW52gGDcxYI/AAAAAAAABac/sgTnHzp3kuw/s72-c/P1030609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-4366408107862600896</id><published>2011-02-24T18:16:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T18:54:31.748-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandals Royal Caribbean'/><title type='text'>Busy being fabulous ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On our cruise a few weeks ago our first stop was Montego Bay, Jamaica.  We went to Sandals Royal Caribbean.  It was absolutely gorgeous and the food...in a word, scrumptious. I'm still dreaming about the Red Snapper and Grilled Shrimp.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snorkeling &amp;amp; scuba are included.  Also tours on the glass bottom boat and other water stuff.  You could relax out by the pool and read, sit on the beach and daydream, or play beach volleyball, ala Top Gun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1818775759537"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1818775759537" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We loved Sandals.  The beach.  The dining. The pools.  The peacocks.  The dining.  The beach!! If I know us (and I do)...I would bet that we'll be back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, it will be fabulous.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-4366408107862600896?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4366408107862600896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=4366408107862600896&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/4366408107862600896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/4366408107862600896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/02/too-busy-being-fabulous.html' title='Busy being fabulous ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-184047315748322723</id><published>2011-02-16T14:01:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T00:31:10.148-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>If my heart had wings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last month we were all together...yes, &lt;i&gt;all of us&lt;/i&gt; in one place...and we had family photos taken.  We went to Prien Lake Park because it's so pretty.  It overlooks the 210 Bridge - and if it's possible to love a bridge, I do.  I go to the park often and walk by the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got lucky (we're lucky people) and the weather was spectacular.  Our talented photographer and friend (link below) took some gorgeous shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, love, love...these pictures, and my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sbiCp3PaNJc/TVt6FMSXxjI/AAAAAAAABV8/IjflOjJt5xc/s1600/1%2B5x7-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sbiCp3PaNJc/TVt6FMSXxjI/AAAAAAAABV8/IjflOjJt5xc/s400/1%2B5x7-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574183193417336370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WlcO19eMl5Y/TVt3X2ahyQI/AAAAAAAABV0/hqD7dRG-2HU/s1600/18.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QHOG_CpKCQs/TVt3XrSK_AI/AAAAAAAABVs/gauEOjJV52o/s1600/Gallery%2BWrap.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QHOG_CpKCQs/TVt3XrSK_AI/AAAAAAAABVs/gauEOjJV52o/s400/Gallery%2BWrap.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574180212440759298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5x9jueAiteA/TVtd6eU4E_I/AAAAAAAABVk/rOtltb5qy74/s1600/7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5x9jueAiteA/TVtd6eU4E_I/AAAAAAAABVk/rOtltb5qy74/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574152222955541490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lUUiRf__lqc/TVtbBWiFJWI/AAAAAAAABVU/MxQJCQi91ms/s400/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574149042587641186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BjKArm8dWyk/TVtbBNOV8eI/AAAAAAAABVM/ypGAvaqkvqY/s1600/13.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BjKArm8dWyk/TVtbBNOV8eI/AAAAAAAABVM/ypGAvaqkvqY/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574149040088936930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eoWcsy92sPg/TVtaRGbeKvI/AAAAAAAABVE/KvPlhASMYS8/s1600/22.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eoWcsy92sPg/TVtaRGbeKvI/AAAAAAAABVE/KvPlhASMYS8/s400/22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574148213631232754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KfgExQycWu0/TVtaQLQBRjI/AAAAAAAABU0/n3xQ67R1vRQ/s1600/2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KfgExQycWu0/TVtaQLQBRjI/AAAAAAAABU0/n3xQ67R1vRQ/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574148197745509938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJlYxUFdooQ/TVtZLglbEuI/AAAAAAAABUs/CCQeCk3cbag/s1600/19.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JJlYxUFdooQ/TVtZLglbEuI/AAAAAAAABUs/CCQeCk3cbag/s400/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574147018061452002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jSZdKZGjxKg/TVtZLRpWRRI/AAAAAAAABUk/SB0FoB9cBiY/s1600/24%2B5x7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jSZdKZGjxKg/TVtZLRpWRRI/AAAAAAAABUk/SB0FoB9cBiY/s400/24%2B5x7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574147014051382546" /&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bV6cclaYhpw/TVtbixDb2eI/AAAAAAAABVc/Sdletm_ZDy0/s1600/8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bV6cclaYhpw/TVtbixDb2eI/AAAAAAAABVc/Sdletm_ZDy0/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574149616642546146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;If my heart had wings, I would fly to you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andreatphotography.com/index.php?splash=1"&gt;Andrea T Photography&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/4681857723425759020-184047315748322723?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/184047315748322723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=184047315748322723&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/184047315748322723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/184047315748322723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-my-heart-had-wings.html' title='If my heart had wings...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sbiCp3PaNJc/TVt6FMSXxjI/AAAAAAAABV8/IjflOjJt5xc/s72-c/1%2B5x7-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-3200580672838120106</id><published>2011-01-29T02:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:16:20.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of the story</title><content type='html'>We had a ball when our kids and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grandgirls&lt;/span&gt; were here! (If you're wondering if grandgirls is a word, it is.  This is my blog, and I say so.)  The thing the girls loved&lt;i&gt; most&lt;/i&gt; was going swimming!!  I think they could go to the pool every single day.  The thing that was number one on &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; list was taking family pictures.  (More on that in another post...)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few photos, in no particular order.  Visiting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt; (Don's mom). She was really happy to see her great-granddaughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUO-W_8x6jI/AAAAAAAABUE/9hRtMuUzCfU/s1600/P1030572.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUO-W_8x6jI/AAAAAAAABUE/9hRtMuUzCfU/s400/P1030572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567502866692827698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the rest of us too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUO9ZmJPf0I/AAAAAAAABT0/mZSJQK9uv6M/s1600/P1030574.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUO9ZmJPf0I/AAAAAAAABT0/mZSJQK9uv6M/s400/P1030574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567501811793755970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a lot of violin playing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUO9ZcYZusI/AAAAAAAABTs/GUlsDWlXieQ/s1600/P1030526.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUO9ZcYZusI/AAAAAAAABTs/GUlsDWlXieQ/s400/P1030526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567501809172986562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And time to sit and open presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTZwOUbIMFI/AAAAAAAABOs/GhdE0hFabS8/s1600/P1030405.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTZwOUbIMFI/AAAAAAAABOs/GhdE0hFabS8/s400/P1030405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563757780965797970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTZnhHxTBvI/AAAAAAAABOc/DvehZby3GVk/s1600/P1030407.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTZnhHxTBvI/AAAAAAAABOc/DvehZby3GVk/s400/P1030407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563748208381986546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kirra&lt;/span&gt; immediately latched on to Uncle Chris. She wanted to stake her claim. The girls both adore him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTZngib037I/AAAAAAAABOM/Lm8JpHF3S3Q/s1600/P1030368.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTZngib037I/AAAAAAAABOM/Lm8JpHF3S3Q/s400/P1030368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563748198359818162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to Dairy Barn and had fun looking at all the cool stuff.  And eating hamburgers and ice cream...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUOz-ju2tcI/AAAAAAAABTk/fli5gCJw1HE/s1600/P1030443.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUOz-Q_1onI/AAAAAAAABTc/-0j5YLuQCUg/s1600/P1030545.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUOz-Q_1onI/AAAAAAAABTc/-0j5YLuQCUg/s400/P1030545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567491446656049778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUOynAT-F4I/AAAAAAAABTU/PDlrZCwwSC0/s1600/P1030546.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUOynAT-F4I/AAAAAAAABTU/PDlrZCwwSC0/s400/P1030546.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567489947528468354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There's an elevated train on a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;track, and pulling the cord to blow the horn is a big deal.  It is.  I dare you to go there and not pull it.  It would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;un-&lt;/span&gt;American.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUOym2VJN3I/AAAAAAAABTM/XUbdkv0txlQ/s1600/P1030556.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUOym2VJN3I/AAAAAAAABTM/XUbdkv0txlQ/s400/P1030556.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567489944849037170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The memorabilia is fascinating...Coca Cola, Disney, Beatles, TV, music...they have it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUOm_5e8CHI/AAAAAAAABS0/53pbfEVcO4I/s1600/P1030555.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUOm_5e8CHI/AAAAAAAABS0/53pbfEVcO4I/s400/P1030555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567477181052618866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUOm_VFPtSI/AAAAAAAABSs/JvSbYsp9bi4/s1600/P1030557.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUOm_VFPtSI/AAAAAAAABSs/JvSbYsp9bi4/s1600/P1030557.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUOm_VFPtSI/AAAAAAAABSs/JvSbYsp9bi4/s400/P1030557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567477171281179938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kirra&lt;/span&gt;, the five old with a smile that lights up her whole face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUN7iEG9taI/AAAAAAAABSk/b5EbLSuZD2k/s1600/P1030542.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUN7iEG9taI/AAAAAAAABSk/b5EbLSuZD2k/s400/P1030542.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567429389508785570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Alahna&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kirra&lt;/span&gt; look happy here it's because they just held baby alligators.  And they got plunked down in old wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;chairs in a little Cajun house and the curator (she must be one) gave them coloring sheets and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gras&lt;/span&gt; beads and calendars.  What's not to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUOymq9qRZI/AAAAAAAABTE/txkvlyibjGA/s400/P1030441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567489941797750162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUN7h6sRJ7I/AAAAAAAABSc/_s_oc6MtVAE/s1600/P1030517.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUN7h6sRJ7I/AAAAAAAABSc/_s_oc6MtVAE/s400/P1030517.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567429386980894642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUN7hnNwABI/AAAAAAAABSU/LGbp_FdOOu8/s1600/P1030502.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUN7hnNwABI/AAAAAAAABSU/LGbp_FdOOu8/s400/P1030502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567429381752619026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUN61J4YkCI/AAAAAAAABSM/sztE9X98wHQ/s1600/P1030505.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Alahna&lt;/span&gt; loves rolls.  Ditto for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kirra&lt;/span&gt; although I didn't get a shot of her eating them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUN60236VPI/AAAAAAAABSE/G-no80psjtE/s1600/P1030498.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUN60236VPI/AAAAAAAABSE/G-no80psjtE/s400/P1030498.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567428612861875442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an awesome visit.  Love, love, love....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUOz-ju2tcI/AAAAAAAABTk/fli5gCJw1HE/s400/P1030443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567491451685090754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUN5YSQRuOI/AAAAAAAABRU/0qRJyUMSvHs/s1600/P1030589.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUN5YSQRuOI/AAAAAAAABRU/0qRJyUMSvHs/s400/P1030589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567427022483994850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Pawpaw is always happy to see his grandgirls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUN5YIkPJtI/AAAAAAAABRM/ZtK1MZ88IGE/s1600/P1030585.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUN5YIkPJtI/AAAAAAAABRM/ZtK1MZ88IGE/s400/P1030585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567427019883357906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to all a good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-3200580672838120106?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3200580672838120106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=3200580672838120106&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/3200580672838120106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/3200580672838120106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/01/rest-of-story.html' title='The rest of the story'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TUO-W_8x6jI/AAAAAAAABUE/9hRtMuUzCfU/s72-c/P1030572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-1939128936254723317</id><published>2011-01-19T23:27:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T23:12:21.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cocodries'/><title type='text'>Chateau des Cocodries ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a fun gi&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;rl's day when we went to Chateau des Cocodries...the House of Alligators!  It's a cool place in Jennings located at the Louisiana Oil and Gas Park.  You can see and hold baby alligators, and see big ones too.  Alahna and Kirra were JUST in all their glory...it was like holding baby dinosaurs that couldn't run away.  Or eat you. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:17px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTeAgOkOG6I/AAAAAAAABQU/FdKHhKsLNcQ/s1600/P1030436.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTeAgOkOG6I/AAAAAAAABQU/FdKHhKsLNcQ/s400/P1030436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564057155793722274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The smallest baby was a girl (not named yet) and the bigger baby was Bubba.  He gets very nervous if anyone flips him upside down.  Not  a good idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTcsK8-A-YI/AAAAAAAABP0/19bbandRDHA/s1600/P1030432.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTcsK8-A-YI/AAAAAAAABP0/19bbandRDHA/s400/P1030432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563964431316089218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTcsKlI0qgI/AAAAAAAABPs/9B7OHDgGJqM/s1600/P1030422.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTcsKlI0qgI/AAAAAAAABPs/9B7OHDgGJqM/s400/P1030422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563964424918968834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTcsKes_qbI/AAAAAAAABPk/biGzoB8SWSM/s1600/P1030421.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTcsKes_qbI/AAAAAAAABPk/biGzoB8SWSM/s400/P1030421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563964423191636402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;They have 2 big gators in a pool that you can see, but not touch (naturally).  Sometimes you can watch them eat though, if you get there at the right time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;After we finished seeing the gators, we went next door to a little Cajun house with tourist stuff.  The lady there gave us beautiful Sparrows of Louisiana calendars.  The girls sat on the wood floor in front of the Mardi Gras tree. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTfFXHF8cwI/AAAAAAAABQc/QKrw48xbMSc/s400/P1030449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564132865471181570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;The park is really cute.  Alahna &amp;amp; Kirra were glad Aunt Jennifer was there to play with them, since she's the coolest aunt (and the cutest).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTciHSBT7SI/AAAAAAAABPc/M3yvHI6isXE/s1600/P1030461.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTchBmbArJI/AAAAAAAABPM/ukbIgFj1Ltw/s1600/P1030456.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTchBmbArJI/AAAAAAAABPM/ukbIgFj1Ltw/s400/P1030456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563952176016960658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTchBHbkFkI/AAAAAAAABPE/FN8KaNA_uRs/s1600/P1030442.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTchBHbkFkI/AAAAAAAABPE/FN8KaNA_uRs/s400/P1030442.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563952167697782338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTciHSBT7SI/AAAAAAAABPc/M3yvHI6isXE/s400/P1030461.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563953373131304226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTchA38iz6I/AAAAAAAABO8/tYx1iPLpE_8/s1600/P1030458.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTchA38iz6I/AAAAAAAABO8/tYx1iPLpE_8/s400/P1030458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563952163541143458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If was such a fun day. And free!  I love it when free things turn out to be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTchAtwg0gI/AAAAAAAABO0/t4Qs-4l-LEc/s1600/P1030447.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTchAtwg0gI/AAAAAAAABO0/t4Qs-4l-LEc/s400/P1030447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563952160806326786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See you later, alligator...&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-1939128936254723317?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1939128936254723317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=1939128936254723317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/1939128936254723317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/1939128936254723317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/01/chateau-des-cocodries.html' title='Chateau des Cocodries ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTeAgOkOG6I/AAAAAAAABQU/FdKHhKsLNcQ/s72-c/P1030436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-1488284423588039279</id><published>2011-01-15T02:34:00.036-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T17:50:16.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyeux Noel, the series ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFloZTdoHI/AAAAAAAABMo/XlWNTyUD0dc/s1600/P1030519.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFiYFwch6I/AAAAAAAABMI/oMjRwbecDNc/s1600/P1030244.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFiYFwch6I/AAAAAAAABMI/oMjRwbecDNc/s400/P1030244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562335180781029282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFg4hFU0QI/AAAAAAAABMA/bHx4dB88DqM/s1600/P1030299.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFg4V99HMI/AAAAAAAABL4/J94Hd0gGf04/s1600/P1030307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFg4V99HMI/AAAAAAAABL4/J94Hd0gGf04/s400/P1030307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562333535865216194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So it's the middle of January and I'm uploading holiday pictures. Santa brought me a Macbook Pro and I'm having fun trying to figure out how everything works.  It's only been a couple of weeks but already I know...this computer rocks.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFGqHPCkhI/AAAAAAAABK4/WCIPIhriipU/s1600/P1030281.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFGqHPCkhI/AAAAAAAABK4/WCIPIhriipU/s400/P1030281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562304704089854482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFGp7RjnnI/AAAAAAAABKw/FGBTkkgG3sc/s1600/P1030278.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFGp7RjnnI/AAAAAAAABKw/FGBTkkgG3sc/s1600/P1030278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFGp7RjnnI/AAAAAAAABKw/FGBTkkgG3sc/s400/P1030278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562304700879183474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFGpkGhKLI/AAAAAAAABKo/aulB1CQGuG4/s1600/P1030261.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFGpkGhKLI/AAAAAAAABKo/aulB1CQGuG4/s400/P1030261.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562304694658869426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFGpcJ-9oI/AAAAAAAABKg/LuW6MQ7kAM8/s1600/P1030247.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFGpcJ-9oI/AAAAAAAABKg/LuW6MQ7kAM8/s400/P1030247.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562304692525921922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures of Christmas #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTCeXLAjUNI/AAAAAAAABKY/IEp6J5cbvxE/s1600/P1030253.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTCeXLAjUNI/AAAAAAAABKY/IEp6J5cbvxE/s400/P1030253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562119660731846866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTCeWzMLXdI/AAAAAAAABKQ/c0o4jbn_6B0/s1600/P1030294.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTCeWzMLXdI/AAAAAAAABKQ/c0o4jbn_6B0/s400/P1030294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562119654338158034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFboeukw2I/AAAAAAAABLo/U9_6urHYhu0/s1600/P1030312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFboeukw2I/AAAAAAAABLo/U9_6urHYhu0/s400/P1030312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562327765780579170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone was interested in the new Mac (Chris too).  Sam had a field day pawing the wrapping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFboGtRYJI/AAAAAAAABLY/RMmXKhYkXIw/s1600/P1030297.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFboGtRYJI/AAAAAAAABLY/RMmXKhYkXIw/s400/P1030297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562327759332663442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFbn1r390I/AAAAAAAABLQ/Pvwd0m1j_Bo/s1600/P1030296.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFbn1r390I/AAAAAAAABLQ/Pvwd0m1j_Bo/s400/P1030296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562327754763401026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFbnrVpTLI/AAAAAAAABLI/P8LuwYq6z84/s1600/P1030252.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFbnrVpTLI/AAAAAAAABLI/P8LuwYq6z84/s400/P1030252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562327751985810610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I hadn't blogged about the holidays because they weren't over...we had an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;extended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Christmas this year.  No brag, just fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) Christmas at our house was on December 24th.  Justin &amp;amp; Barbara and Jennifer &amp;amp; Chris, plus me &amp;amp; Don...and Sam (of course).  Food (Surf and Turf...Shrimp Gumbo &amp;amp; Ribeyes) presents, and fun for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2) The "Little Christmas" we celebrated on January 5 with Jason &amp;amp; Wendy and Alahna and Kirra, Jennifer &amp;amp; Chris, me &amp;amp; Don and Sam.  Food (Chicken Fricassee, boudin and Popeye's chicken) presents, madness, mayhem and fun for all!!    No murder took place though Kirra did bop her sister a time or two.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3) Mardi Gras Christmas on January 6, when we went to Twelfth Night Revelry at the Civic Center.  Technically this wasn't Christmas, but celebrate we did.  Fun for all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4) Our first Duplantis Family Talent Night and Caterpillar Christmas was celebrated on January 7, following a family photo session and dinner at Texas Roadhouse.   Justin (Barbara had to work), Jason &amp;amp; Wendy, Alahna and Kirra, Jennifer &amp;amp; Chris, me &amp;amp; Don and Sam.   Food (snacks and Jo's Party House cupcakes), presents (CAT Diesel Power stuff) madness, mayhem, and fun for all!!  Again, no murder except when Kirra protested (earlier) about her cupcake server. But all's well that ends well, and cupcakes were eaten (later).  Many, many cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5) The Deer Hunters Christmas we celebrated on January 8 with Justin, Hector the dog, Jason (who provided the deer, &lt;i&gt;this deer&lt;/i&gt; that is...Don's already gotten 2 himself), Wendy, Alahna and Kirra, Jennifer &amp;amp; Chris, me, Don and Sam.  Food (backstrap is delicious), madness, mayhem and fun for all!!  No murder, but Sam and Hector had a couple of snarky moments. Kirra was an innocent bystander. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6) Christmas, the finale, on January 9.  Jason &amp;amp; Wendy, Alahna and Kirra, Jennifer &amp;amp; Chris, plus me, Don and Sam.  Food (Smoked Turkey, King Cake and cookies) madness, mayhem, and fun for all!! Games were played...Pirate's Dice and Swap.  Presents were saved for the next morning, right before our grandgirls boarded the plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFjdBpFxjI/AAAAAAAABMg/JzMIkWdsAXo/s1600/P1030284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFjdBpFxjI/AAAAAAAABMg/JzMIkWdsAXo/s400/P1030284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562336365087409714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFjdBpFxjI/AAAAAAAABMg/JzMIkWdsAXo/s1600/P1030284.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Joyeux Noel, to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-1488284423588039279?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1488284423588039279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=1488284423588039279&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/1488284423588039279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/1488284423588039279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/01/joyeux-noel-series.html' title='Joyeux Noel, the series ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TTFiYFwch6I/AAAAAAAABMI/oMjRwbecDNc/s72-c/P1030244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-602540840622512416</id><published>2011-01-02T23:58:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T12:55:18.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year's ~</title><content type='html'>New Year's Day is a cool holiday.  You don't have to cook (at least I don't, and I don't think you should either).  You don't have to dress up.  You don't have to give anyone a present.  If you're not into parade watching or College Bowl games, you can skip TV.  I do. It's not like Thanksgiving where watching the Dallas Cowboys is the highlight of our afternoon.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom believed in eating black-eyed peas and cabbage on New Year's...you know, for good luck. Her mother believed in that too.  I don't.  I'm a fairly lucky person, no peas and cabbage needed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I believe in for New Year's?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TSFn4lOmozI/AAAAAAAABJ4/BtqzC41zu-g/s1600/010111_NewYearsSale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TSFn4lOmozI/AAAAAAAABJ4/BtqzC41zu-g/s400/010111_NewYearsSale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557837636915602226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I believe in Dillard's.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I stumbled on the huge sale at Dillard's on New Year's Day and my eyes were opened, I saw the light.  The 50% off Christmas sale to goes to 75% off.  And here's the most important part... (listen closely, grasshopper): ALL the clearance, the pink-ticket items, are an extra 50% off!  Crazy-good bargains, available for that day only.  The stuff legends are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that our store here had the highest one-day sales of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; day since they opened.  I believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year's!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-602540840622512416?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/602540840622512416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=602540840622512416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/602540840622512416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/602540840622512416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-years_02.html' title='Happy New Year&apos;s ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TSFn4lOmozI/AAAAAAAABJ4/BtqzC41zu-g/s72-c/010111_NewYearsSale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-6996475317210710559</id><published>2010-12-28T15:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T15:48:33.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got You, Babe</title><content type='html'>Thirty-six years ago today, I walked down the aisle in a long white dress, said "I do" and married my sweetheart.  I didn't know what awaited us in this new life of ours...I only knew I wanted to do it with Don beside me!  It was the smartest thing I ever did.  Choosing him.  Choosing marriage.  Choosing to start a family.  Our 1st son was born a year and a half later, son #2 was born two and a half years after that, and our baby girl came along five years later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an expert on marriage.  I only know it takes two people who love each other and are committed to building a life and a family.  You have to have fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TRpVPlulAGI/AAAAAAAABJw/P5_GjT5zlig/s1600/25388_1370913563262_1544452503_2910983_2478251_n.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TRpVPlulAGI/AAAAAAAABJw/P5_GjT5zlig/s400/25388_1370913563262_1544452503_2910983_2478251_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555846816628801634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have to be on the same team.  I'm on his side.  And he is on mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TRpUVZaCmlI/AAAAAAAABJo/zQrX9bQo9lE/s1600/16834_1294755059347_1544452503_2754105_7799415_n.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TRpUVZaCmlI/AAAAAAAABJo/zQrX9bQo9lE/s400/16834_1294755059347_1544452503_2754105_7799415_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555845816889023058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got you, babe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-6996475317210710559?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6996475317210710559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=6996475317210710559&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/6996475317210710559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/6996475317210710559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-you-babe.html' title='I Got You, Babe'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TRpVPlulAGI/AAAAAAAABJw/P5_GjT5zlig/s72-c/25388_1370913563262_1544452503_2910983_2478251_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-5829321036023011281</id><published>2010-12-15T10:39:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:19:18.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let there be light ~</title><content type='html'>I've been having a love affair with a chandelier for 2 years now. I would go to the website, put it in my cart and then think...oh forget it, our kitchen needs major work, I'm not putting this up...someday, with a nicer kitchen/dining room. And so my thought process went. This is the object of my affection: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TQjwFCEpBqI/AAAAAAAABJM/YsDl3klGCrw/s1600/picture-12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550950509980485282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TQjwFCEpBqI/AAAAAAAABJM/YsDl3klGCrw/s400/picture-12.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I bought a new Howard Miller clock for the dining room wall (love it too!).  This one:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TQjxs1EAYdI/AAAAAAAABJU/uNxylmkluyU/s1600/510LUwIzB1L__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TQjxs1EAYdI/AAAAAAAABJU/uNxylmkluyU/s400/510LUwIzB1L__SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550952293194555858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Don hung the clock on the wall, I said...whoa, stop the presses, this &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;will not&lt;/em&gt; do&lt;/em&gt;!  This gorgeous clock cannot live on that wall...so I started ripping off the country wallpaper.  We worked for a few days, even rented a steamer...finally we called experts and had things fixed.  Nothing big, new paint and trim, etc.  It's not the end of the kitchen work, we have major projects ahead, new cabs etc.  But I wondered, what if I die without having lived with the chandelier I love?  So now it is here.  And up.  The chandelier is mine! (Ballard Designs) Lesson learned.  I can't fix everything perfectly but I can do this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't my house but I love this picture anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TQjvpD2ZDfI/AAAAAAAABJE/JnqQcPoMtWM/s1600/white-christmas-tree-5-611x844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550950029421252082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TQjvpD2ZDfI/AAAAAAAABJE/JnqQcPoMtWM/s400/white-christmas-tree-5-611x844.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let there be light!&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/4681857723425759020-5829321036023011281?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5829321036023011281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=5829321036023011281&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/5829321036023011281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/5829321036023011281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-there-be-light.html' title='Let there be light ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TQjwFCEpBqI/AAAAAAAABJM/YsDl3klGCrw/s72-c/picture-12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-8075811412764344824</id><published>2010-12-05T23:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T00:27:55.156-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallelujah Chorus'/><title type='text'>Hallelujah!</title><content type='html'>This afternoon was the 71st annual performance of Handel’s Messiah by the Lake Charles Messiah Chorus and Orchestra. And I was in it! We may be smaller in numbers than in years past, and the long rehearsal schedule has now shortened to a sing-along performance...but my section rocks. We dubbed ourselves the Mighty Mighty Altos. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this day is so important to many of the participants. One elderly gentleman (at least 90 yrs) was wheeled in to sing. Of course his voice is gone, but he still remembers all his parts by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was important to me too. It stirs up a mixture of emotions...love for the glorious music by Handel, the chance to be part of a long standing tradition, being with such good and talented people, and the spirit of Christmas. And of course, performing at McNeese State University brings back childhood memories of school chorus competitions on that very stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a fun rendition, here is the Food Court Flash Mob. I thought &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; had seen this video...it's gone around the world and back again, but if you haven't, it's just cool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SXh7JR9oKVE?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He shall reign forever and ever...Hallelujah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-8075811412764344824?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8075811412764344824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=8075811412764344824&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/8075811412764344824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/8075811412764344824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/12/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SXh7JR9oKVE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-2418090483465685978</id><published>2010-11-12T23:52:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T02:34:39.110-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nutcracker Marketplace'/><title type='text'>Shop Til You Drop  ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TN4nYgiwQ-I/AAAAAAAABI8/IvmJr9vuHds/s1600/nutcrackermktOverviewjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538907893718336482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TN4nYgiwQ-I/AAAAAAAABI8/IvmJr9vuHds/s400/nutcrackermktOverviewjpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can hang with the best of 'em (shoppers, that is). At least until my knees ache and my back protests. So yesterday, my sister Lou Ellen and I decided to conquer the mountain and go to the opening day of the Nutcracker Marketplace...Houston's version of running with the bulls! It was crazy. It was fun. It was the wild west. It was So Very Texas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TN4cdIFXpMI/AAAAAAAABI0/MDJOMDugtEw/s1600/Nutcracker_Marketplace_Nov__2009_decorations_0326_800w_600h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538895878424077506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TN4cdIFXpMI/AAAAAAAABI0/MDJOMDugtEw/s400/Nutcracker_Marketplace_Nov__2009_decorations_0326_800w_600h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sold gorgeous things...jewelry, pearls, pewter, pashimas, leather, boots, quilts, vintage jackets, personalized gifts, and of course, food. Dips, soups, sauces, nuts, the special Donne Di Domani spaghetti sauce, and more. The most popular vendor was the massive and magnificent Christmas decor by Paul Michael. Women were seen pushing and dragging boxes big enough for kitchen appliances, filled with sparkly things to decorate for the holidays. We didn't bring a camera but I found these shots online. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TN4cdMnNx2I/AAAAAAAABIs/sipaTdhUCtI/s1600/ktrk_111110_nutcracker28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538895879639779170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TN4cdMnNx2I/AAAAAAAABIs/sipaTdhUCtI/s400/ktrk_111110_nutcracker28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a slideshow: (at least while the link works)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.click2houston.com/slideshow/25758875/detail.html?taf=hou"&gt;http://www.click2houston.com/slideshow/25758875/detail.html?taf=hou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TN4cc_1BetI/AAAAAAAABIk/dLpnmBSPfO0/s1600/ktrk_111110_nutcracker93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538895876208032466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TN4cc_1BetI/AAAAAAAABIk/dLpnmBSPfO0/s400/ktrk_111110_nutcracker93.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you go, just remember:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You will get bumped. You will get poked. You may drop something. You may lose something. Embrace the danger. Walk on the wild side. Whistle past the graveyard. It'll do you good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Wear comfy shoes. We did. We were glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Get ready to be friendly. Because it's not a party unless you talk to everyone around you. In case you missed the memo, Lou Ellen and I are talkers. You know...just so we can fit in!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When you pay $5 for a diet coke, it's OK, it's for a good cause, to benefit The Houston Ballet. Barbara Bush cut the ribbon for the opening. If it's good enough for Bar, it's good enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Be glad you were born a woman. This is your destiny. This and childbirth. But this is more fun. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya' next year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-2418090483465685978?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2418090483465685978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=2418090483465685978&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2418090483465685978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2418090483465685978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/11/shop-til-you-drop.html' title='Shop Til You Drop  ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TN4nYgiwQ-I/AAAAAAAABI8/IvmJr9vuHds/s72-c/nutcrackermktOverviewjpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-8726453276458060942</id><published>2010-11-02T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T06:00:04.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason, son #2</title><content type='html'>Two days after Halloween many moons ago, our 2nd son, Jason was born. I always knew I'd have two boys. After Justin, we were experts in the boy department so we were ready for #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason was a beautiful baby, dark with olive skin, small - at least to me...6 lbs 7 oz. But he was born hungry. And he never let us forget it. He took his bottle well. And then he spit up. Again. And again. But his pediatrician pronounced him a fine, healthy baby and said he'd stop spitting up when he started to walk. The doctor was correct...he started walking at 9 months and the spitting up ceased. Just like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the months passed, life with Justin (a toddler) and our baby soon slipped into life with "the boys". It was fun, and there was never a dull moment. Jason always called Justin "brother" or at least he tried to say it. Mostly it came out "brudder" and it was &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; adorable. Once my parents took the boys to the store and Jason went up and down the Hot Wheels aisle, pointing to certain cars, and saying, over and over, "We have this one, huh brudder?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason was, and still is, a talker (that's a good thing!). He had white blonde hair and he was a doll. By the time he was two, he was tagging along when Don was practicing tee ball and soccer with Justin. Those toddler days were the beginning of a run of MANY years watching our boys play ball. When Jennifer came along, she joined the crowd and went to her first soccer game at 4 wks. old. It was heaven and so much fun!! So many stories were lived out on those fields at the ballpark. Lessons learned...lifelong friends...family time. I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TM-Unhgk15I/AAAAAAAABH8/gdhbvkIOU-Y/s1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534805873792440210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TM-Unhgk15I/AAAAAAAABH8/gdhbvkIOU-Y/s400/image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TM-Un4brdgI/AAAAAAAABIE/CW_xW-W4bl8/s1600/image-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534805879945917954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TM-Un4brdgI/AAAAAAAABIE/CW_xW-W4bl8/s400/image-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a mom. I loved it then, and I love it now. And I love you Jason!! Happy Birthday son!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-8726453276458060942?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8726453276458060942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=8726453276458060942&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/8726453276458060942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/8726453276458060942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/11/jason-son-2.html' title='Jason, son #2'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TM-Unhgk15I/AAAAAAAABH8/gdhbvkIOU-Y/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-537568132221471674</id><published>2010-10-27T01:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T15:34:30.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dallas Cowboys'/><title type='text'>Bucks and Cowboys and Pumpkins  ~</title><content type='html'>Last year I wrote about Halloween &lt;a href="http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2009/10/ghosts-of-halloweens-past.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; but this year it's all about fall...pumpkins, deer hunting and football, baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don started the hunting season off perfect!! During the first hour of the new season he shot a 9-point buck. Important, he did it in one shot only!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMetz4rn_OI/AAAAAAAABGE/2fbggKR3jAQ/s1600/PA160403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532581774148238562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMetz4rn_OI/AAAAAAAABGE/2fbggKR3jAQ/s400/PA160403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shooting the buck is only one objective of deer hunting, the other is telling all your buddies all about it. Some people are more fun to tell than others, like Zack. He so appreciates a good story, and he can tell a good one too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMesStErqTI/AAAAAAAABF0/zfXAPH7K3GY/s1600/P1020799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532580104584800562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMesStErqTI/AAAAAAAABF0/zfXAPH7K3GY/s400/P1020799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Football rules. Really. You know...the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat. The Saints fans are fervent. We're not big on New Orleans, or LSU, but hey, good luck to them. We've been concentrating on Cowboys. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch McNeese play 2 weeks ago and it was a heartbreaker...such an effort, just to come up short. This week is another big game and we can't wait. As for the other Cowboys....I am forever and &lt;em&gt;will always&lt;/em&gt; be a DALLAS COWBOYS fan!! Big D runs deep in my blood, and yes, Tom Landry is god. Bob Lily, Roger Staubach, Tony Dorsett, Emmitt Smith, Troy Aikman...all revered names in this house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMfE4QRLKrI/AAAAAAAABHs/jkxsZW_jN3M/s1600/dallas-cowboys-2010-schedule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532607137966664370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMfE4QRLKrI/AAAAAAAABHs/jkxsZW_jN3M/s400/dallas-cowboys-2010-schedule.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Thanksgiving Day (Cowboys vs. Saints) will be awesome!!! Don't miss the halftime show...Keith is performing. O happy day!! ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMfGe5CoasI/AAAAAAAABH0/nPyFnxs4NFw/s1600/P1010187a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532608901258177218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMfGe5CoasI/AAAAAAAABH0/nPyFnxs4NFw/s400/P1010187a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other doings, my sister came to visit and we girls had a fun weekend. We went to eat, to a craft show, to a movie, and even saw our brother. It was beautiful weather too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMe7GUzbTSI/AAAAAAAABGc/qxYor5f7WNQ/s1600/P1020805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532596384585960738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMe7GUzbTSI/AAAAAAAABGc/qxYor5f7WNQ/s400/P1020805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMe7GjXOukI/AAAAAAAABGk/LXE60OVvMbg/s1600/P1020806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532596388494228034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMe7GjXOukI/AAAAAAAABGk/LXE60OVvMbg/s400/P1020806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope the fine, fair, fall days will return soon. And speaking of days....today our littlest pumpkin turns 5 years old! Happy Birthday Kirra!! We love you!! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8yK-PSkgGI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0xivxqnVCzQ/s1600/P1020253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461893249954512994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8yK-PSkgGI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0xivxqnVCzQ/s400/P1020253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, here's a few pumpkins from our house. I painted this one and added a little mod podge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMfBv7FW3eI/AAAAAAAABHM/DEDvvJ2XLYU/s1600/P1020825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532603696306118114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMfBv7FW3eI/AAAAAAAABHM/DEDvvJ2XLYU/s400/P1020825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just cuties that I put on our table. They make me happy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMfBvCRBq2I/AAAAAAAABHE/muCIXKxzazw/s1600/P1020824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532603681054239586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMfBvCRBq2I/AAAAAAAABHE/muCIXKxzazw/s400/P1020824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMfBugJUR6I/AAAAAAAABG8/-pB_IQZVRP8/s1600/P1020823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532603671895099298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMfBugJUR6I/AAAAAAAABG8/-pB_IQZVRP8/s400/P1020823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did a metallic glaze wash to this one. Trying to decide if I should follow suit and glaze a bigger one I'm putting by the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMfBtRy6cyI/AAAAAAAABGs/ICdykGjPcBY/s1600/P1020819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532603650863166242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMfBtRy6cyI/AAAAAAAABGs/ICdykGjPcBY/s400/P1020819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMfDn8mVAwI/AAAAAAAABHc/BnED7xTrswc/s1600/P1020835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532605758297146114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMfDn8mVAwI/AAAAAAAABHc/BnED7xTrswc/s400/P1020835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ~  Happy Fall ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMfDnbZ9zuI/AAAAAAAABHU/5ffkO8dfMTM/s1600/P1020831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532605749386923746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMfDnbZ9zuI/AAAAAAAABHU/5ffkO8dfMTM/s400/P1020831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-537568132221471674?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/537568132221471674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=537568132221471674&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/537568132221471674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/537568132221471674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/10/bucks-and-cowboys-and-pumpkins.html' title='Bucks and Cowboys and Pumpkins  ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TMetz4rn_OI/AAAAAAAABGE/2fbggKR3jAQ/s72-c/PA160403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-6496895323452199514</id><published>2010-10-04T01:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T23:50:35.390-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Summer'/><title type='text'>Indian Summer ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TKlfty0eJOI/AAAAAAAABE8/Tn-UcSUgsfc/s1600/IndianSummer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524051658287228130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TKlfty0eJOI/AAAAAAAABE8/Tn-UcSUgsfc/s400/IndianSummer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved just the idea of something? That's how I feel about Indian Summer. Autumn is my favorite season of the year, I love it!!! And finally it's here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Wiki:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An Indian summer is a meteorological phenomenon that occurs in autumn, in the Northern Hemisphere. It is characterized by a period of sunny, warm weather, after the leaves have turned following an onset of frost, but before the first snowfall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we haven't had a frost (it's getting chilly), we won't have snow, most of the leaves haven't turned, but still we've had a period of glorious weather lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was intrigued with Indians when I was a kid. We made a trip out west and passed through places with signs saying "Indian Reservation" and "Genuine Indian Handcrafted Jewelry" and the most fascinating of all, "Indian Trading Post". On my paternal grandmother's side I have an ancestor who was a Blackfoot Indian. I do. And my Aunt Helen (my favorite aunt, in case you missed the memo) and her husband adopted a baby boy who was Native American. He was just darling. He danced with an Indian group when he was young, and we got to watch him perform several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the spirit of Indian Summer and an interest in Native American culture, I jumped at the chance when Jennifer suggested we go to the 16th Annual Pow Wow at the Coushatta Indian Resort. It's a 3 day event, a large tribal gathering where Native American dancers, singers and drummers compete for top prize money. They come from all across the United States and Canada. The dancers wear handcrafted jewelry, beaded moccasins and colorful feathered regalia. They are stunningly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TKlp8pYyBgI/AAAAAAAABFM/KdH2omTx_5s/s1600/P1020787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524062908569486850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TKlp8pYyBgI/AAAAAAAABFM/KdH2omTx_5s/s400/P1020787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TKlp8RjOzgI/AAAAAAAABFE/_WoMOYKtW3I/s1600/P1020783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524062902170865154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TKlp8RjOzgI/AAAAAAAABFE/_WoMOYKtW3I/s400/P1020783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that all Pow Wows are sacred places and the Dancing Circle is blessed before they begin and is considered sacred ground until the Pow Wow is over. There are rules of etiquette that remind us to be courteous and respectful. Here's one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancers wear regalia. (It is also sometimes called an outfit.) Referring to these beautifully handcrafted and ceremonially adorned items as ‘costumes’ shows disrespect. Often some of the articles comprising it are family heirlooms. Do not intentionally touch any part of it, especially the eagle feathers––they are sacred. If you see a lost eagle feather, do NOT pick it up! Notify the nearest Pow Wow staff member at once. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that...the pride and reverence they have in their heritage. And as much as I loved watching the dancers, I was fascinated with the drummers and singers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TKluWLJroeI/AAAAAAAABFk/XKIH7yVsfoI/s1600/P1020794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524067745176199650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TKluWLJroeI/AAAAAAAABFk/XKIH7yVsfoI/s400/P1020794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TKlxBsl9i3I/AAAAAAAABFs/k9amKKh9kXU/s1600/P1020791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524070691910814578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TKlxBsl9i3I/AAAAAAAABFs/k9amKKh9kXU/s400/P1020791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why we've never gone to the Pow Wow before, but I want to go next year. It was an awesome place to spend a beautiful fall day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TKlp9PKTTtI/AAAAAAAABFc/T5aP1kybJcM/s1600/P1020796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524062918709300946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TKlp9PKTTtI/AAAAAAAABFc/T5aP1kybJcM/s400/P1020796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TKlp8yD8uBI/AAAAAAAABFU/yX03uVc3y24/s1600/P1020798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524062910898026514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TKlp8yD8uBI/AAAAAAAABFU/yX03uVc3y24/s400/P1020798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-6496895323452199514?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6496895323452199514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=6496895323452199514&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/6496895323452199514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/6496895323452199514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/10/indian-summer.html' title='Indian Summer ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TKlfty0eJOI/AAAAAAAABE8/Tn-UcSUgsfc/s72-c/IndianSummer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-2763373425195729433</id><published>2010-09-10T22:27:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T17:30:00.496-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gulf Shores'/><title type='text'>Islanders ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIrgByhlJWI/AAAAAAAABDo/X7WdKboFfF8/s1600/P1020659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515467015015703906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIrgByhlJWI/AAAAAAAABDo/X7WdKboFfF8/s400/P1020659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Islanders...at least we were for the Labor Day weekend on Pleasure Island, home to Gulf Shores and Orange Beach, in Alabama. Jennifer &amp;amp; Chris came with us. I won't say our trip was spoiled but we were nearly done in by problems, great and small. Too miserable to go into...horrendous traffic, sickness, and a locked condo were involved. Some persons didn't check the key before shutting the door. Some persons vowed never to travel on a holiday weekend. Someone may or may not have said some bad words. OK, it was Don...there, I feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIrzbmPKbtI/AAAAAAAABEg/Hk9lH4u3vcg/s1600/P1020652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515488349114756818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIrzbmPKbtI/AAAAAAAABEg/Hk9lH4u3vcg/s400/P1020652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in a sweet condo with a 28 ft long balcony facing the Gulf...Chris even slept out there a couple of times. So cool! There's so many fun things to do in Gulf Shores...cool places to eat, awesome shopping, amusement parks, live music and the BEACH! We didn't get to do everything we wanted but we did have fun. And we ate at 5 of the top 10 restaurants. Foodies, carry on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was Lulu's at Homeport. I loved that place! LuLu is Jimmy Buffet's sister and is known for her cooking. It was very late but they served us anyway. Jen had some delicious fish tacos and I had shrimp salad, served with fried green tomatoes. We'll be going back to LuLu's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to lunch at DeSoto's. The guys had chicken fried steak but Jennifer and I went for the shrimp salad, it was excellent with homemade dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIms9mv8h5I/AAAAAAAABDA/FTPJGCa03ao/s1600/P1020662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515129393065527186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIms9mv8h5I/AAAAAAAABDA/FTPJGCa03ao/s400/P1020662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIms9NMt1sI/AAAAAAAABC4/pzJYgYu4Jig/s1600/P1020666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515129386206877378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIms9NMt1sI/AAAAAAAABC4/pzJYgYu4Jig/s400/P1020666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer found a cool looking car in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIms8kkK1wI/AAAAAAAABCw/arjBC6QcxRM/s1600/P1020670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515129375299393282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIms8kkK1wI/AAAAAAAABCw/arjBC6QcxRM/s400/P1020670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner we went to the Original Oyster House. Insane long wait, but there were some shops on the boardwalk to pass the time. Don had Mahi Down on ‘DA Bayou, which he loved and gobbled down as fast as he could. I had fried oysters...much too small for pictures, they were just little fellas. I ate them anyway. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515129363145251570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIms73SZWvI/AAAAAAAABCo/idf2DLADCzk/s400/P1020673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TImq5C7SzPI/AAAAAAAABCg/WVse2kvf0pc/s1600/P1020677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515127115706715378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TImq5C7SzPI/AAAAAAAABCg/WVse2kvf0pc/s400/P1020677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIr2KXVZM5I/AAAAAAAABEo/Djb4F2r0GQA/s1600/P1020679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515491351591465874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIr2KXVZM5I/AAAAAAAABEo/Djb4F2r0GQA/s400/P1020679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515120483104589314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TImk2-juBgI/AAAAAAAABCA/8SX8ssOLhAs/s400/P1020684.JPG" /&gt;You know advertising works when you see a plane cruising the beach pulling a banner that says "The Shrimp Basket - All You Can Eat Fried Shrimp - $9.99!" and you're there before you can say "Sign me up!" Honestly, they were crazy good!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TImI_WeKfTI/AAAAAAAABBI/l5tdQtjYRjw/s1600/P1020700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515089840637115698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TImI_WeKfTI/AAAAAAAABBI/l5tdQtjYRjw/s400/P1020700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TImk2FW6SXI/AAAAAAAABBw/CcDJfMPgKPE/s1600/P1020697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515120467750046066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TImk2FW6SXI/AAAAAAAABBw/CcDJfMPgKPE/s400/P1020697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our best meal in Gulf Shores was our last. We ate dinner at Bahama Bob's Beach Side Cafe. It's one of those beach joints, great atmosphere, right on the Gulf, we sat on the patio with the sea breeze blowing. A big thanks to the ladies who walked up behind us to get a table. (Do you do this? Do you talk to strangers while waiting in a line?? I do. It's a good way to find out stuff!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, those ladies said,"Be SURE to get the fried mushrooms!" We did. And they...were...&lt;em&gt;incredible!!!&lt;/em&gt; This does not convey how good those mushrooms were, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TImJAVoJ8KI/AAAAAAAABBQ/VP0HRBf75Wk/s1600/P1020712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515089857590456482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TImJAVoJ8KI/AAAAAAAABBQ/VP0HRBf75Wk/s400/P1020712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don had grilled chicken salad, Chris had the fried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TInDApiysAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/-nYBRyXIpcg/s1600/P1020713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515153634611081218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TInDApiysAI/AAAAAAAABDQ/-nYBRyXIpcg/s400/P1020713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TInDALdfMyI/AAAAAAAABDI/DjKPtscdIk0/s1600/P1020714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515153626535768866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TInDALdfMyI/AAAAAAAABDI/DjKPtscdIk0/s400/P1020714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jennifer and I had this...Crab Cay Baked Pangus, stuffed with crabmeat dressing, topped with shrimp. It was delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TImI-Ae_03I/AAAAAAAABA4/9rO0Qlw8-Vw/s1600/P1020716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515089817555161970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TImI-Ae_03I/AAAAAAAABA4/9rO0Qlw8-Vw/s400/P1020716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After dinner we went to The Hangout, a local place to hear Wayne Toups. Rockin' crowd, even though we missed most of it. Jennifer got carded and she and Chris had to go back to the car for her ID. Chris tried to explain that she was his wife but the woman at the gate just waved them off like she'd heard that story a hundred times. The weird thing is that once we were inside, there were a few little kids running around. Go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIkU6eUq9XI/AAAAAAAABAo/yboF2__TqLg/s1600/P1020724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514962213496616306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIkU6eUq9XI/AAAAAAAABAo/yboF2__TqLg/s400/P1020724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other fun: the outlet mall, we all found some bargains. And one night we went to The Track, a fun place with go karts, mini golf, bungee jump thing. We started out on Wild Woody, a 3 story spiraling wooden track. I still haven't recovered!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIr55rgva0I/AAAAAAAABEw/bnsokepoghk/s1600/P1020706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515495462996503362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIr55rgva0I/AAAAAAAABEw/bnsokepoghk/s400/P1020706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIkU5A1wsEI/AAAAAAAABAg/GdgJlHl99iw/s1600/P1020717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514962188402470978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIkU5A1wsEI/AAAAAAAABAg/GdgJlHl99iw/s400/P1020717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a beach ~ I ♥ Gulf Shores &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514962172777247874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIkU4GoatII/AAAAAAAABAY/LiblzrQDYAc/s400/P1020732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-2763373425195729433?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2763373425195729433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=2763373425195729433&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2763373425195729433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2763373425195729433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/09/islanders.html' title='Islanders ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TIrgByhlJWI/AAAAAAAABDo/X7WdKboFfF8/s72-c/P1020659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-567680522685111319</id><published>2010-08-25T00:04:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T01:46:43.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You say goodbye...and I say hello ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK, we watched two episodes of Glee tonight and that song is stuck in my head, so that's the title of this post. I'm a Gleek and I'm totally proud, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer has flown by. There's been some coming and going...friends and family...I went to more baby showers than I can count...we've seen a bunch of movies...and we've celebrated! It's always fun to have people come but bittersweet to see them go. We've also had FOUR family birthdays this month. And since we're a smallish bunch, that's just crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of those who've come and gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSx3c6XJPI/AAAAAAAABAA/uMqSf6ylkiY/s1600/P1020554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509223810392859890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSx3c6XJPI/AAAAAAAABAA/uMqSf6ylkiY/s400/P1020554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a "Louisiana Saturday Night" when the Christiansens showed up at our door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSyuzeIxWI/AAAAAAAABAI/6gkDQHO90rQ/s1600/P1020533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509224761341298018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSyuzeIxWI/AAAAAAAABAI/6gkDQHO90rQ/s400/P1020533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer's BFF Katie (Baxter) Montou, came to visit. I think they look like they could be sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSE9HUox6I/AAAAAAAAA_I/RN_uKa0uo8o/s1600/P1020591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509174429653452706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSE9HUox6I/AAAAAAAAA_I/RN_uKa0uo8o/s400/P1020591.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen &amp;amp; her family came home this summer. She did a little traveling and even managed to have eye surgery too (details on her blog soon, I bet). And don't ask me how, but when Brad arrived from Saudi Arabia on his birthday and their anniversary, Gwen forgot that it was...their 25th!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509174416431791554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSE8WEWPcI/AAAAAAAAA-4/BlulGnAcYVY/s400/P1020582.jpg" /&gt;Having a grand old time at L'auberge. Here's the girls in front of a flickering fire...like we need one in August in south Louisiana. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSE76HxPhI/AAAAAAAAA-w/kI_JzbbrQek/s1600/P1020585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509174408929951250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSE76HxPhI/AAAAAAAAA-w/kI_JzbbrQek/s400/P1020585.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lou Ellen &amp;amp; Charles came and helped us ring in the birthdays. We always have a ball when they come! And I do think they look cool in this picture. I took it, just saying... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Birthdays:&lt;/em&gt; (I feel like Miss Karen from Romper Room looking through her magic mirror...) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First up was Wendy on August 1st. Wendy is beautiful, a great nurse and a lot of fun. This picture was from a few years ago, but I love it. The wind was blowing and it was a gorgeous sunny day. We love Wendy, and she's a fantastic mom to our grandgirls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSRbhSwkUI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/259H0za2hJY/s1600/P8200915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509188146160505154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSRbhSwkUI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/259H0za2hJY/s400/P8200915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Chris, who had his birthday on August 8th. Chris is smart, funny, and kind...and he is a WILD man at amusement parks and waterslides, always doing the scary ones!! He looks so cute here with Jennifer. He's a Civil Engineering major. We love Chris and he will be an awesome dad (someday...I said someday, ok?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSE8osfdfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/ygEKbyj-G3A/s1600/P1020578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509174421432006130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSE8osfdfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/ygEKbyj-G3A/s400/P1020578.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Don, who had his birthday on August 11th. Take it from me, this cajun boy had a good birthday...many celebrations! Don is a loyal friend, a hard worker, an amazing Dad, a fantastic Pawpaw, and the best husband in the world!!! I love him, and he is my heart. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSXpgYszsI/AAAAAAAAA_w/4M35xDDYSwM/s1600/P1010971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509194983504924354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSXpgYszsI/AAAAAAAAA_w/4M35xDDYSwM/s400/P1010971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is, Alahna who turns 7 years old TODAY! She's precious and we just adore her!!! Alahna is in 2nd grade and she's very smart. She's learning to play violin and doing so well! Sometimes Alahna will send me a text or call me and that is so fun! We love you, sweet girl!!! Happy Birthday! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSvWwlDOCI/AAAAAAAAA_4/L_Z02dVDwCE/s1600/P1020398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509221049713244194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSvWwlDOCI/AAAAAAAAA_4/L_Z02dVDwCE/s400/P1020398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it...I hearby declare the summer of 2010 officially closed. If you read this, leave me a hello! Or goodbye!! ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-567680522685111319?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/567680522685111319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=567680522685111319&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/567680522685111319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/567680522685111319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-say-goodbyeand-i-say-hello.html' title='You say goodbye...and I say hello ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/THSx3c6XJPI/AAAAAAAABAA/uMqSf6ylkiY/s72-c/P1020554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-1922645193553297288</id><published>2010-08-02T23:58:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:28:44.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elvis'/><title type='text'>The King of Rock &amp; Roll</title><content type='html'>Last week Jennifer, Gwen, Evan and I went to see Elvis. Believe me when I say Elvis lives on...the theater was full of happy fans. One little girl chanted "We want Elvis, we want Elvis..." How cute is that? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TFeZBP4pCgI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/f_I9sYaCFIM/s1600/elvis-on-tour-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501033716579371522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TFeZBP4pCgI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/f_I9sYaCFIM/s400/elvis-on-tour-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was very cool! I wasn't a huge Elvis fan when I was young...but now I really appreciate his music so much more. The amazing thing is that even in the era in which he performed, (when singers didn't wear the ear monitors) he was always right on. Right on pitch, right on the beat. And what a powerful, emotional singer he was.  See for yourself - check out "Elvis, Aloha from Hawaii" and the "68 Comeback Special"  Those are Elvis at his finest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Easter vacation one year, Don, Jennifer and I went to Memphis and visited Graceland. It was awesome and we want to go back soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Twenty Interesting Things About Elvis"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Elvis was born in Tupelo, Mississippi.&lt;br /&gt;2. Elvis had an identical twin brother, who was stillborn.&lt;br /&gt;3. When Elvis received a guitar for his eleventh birthday, he was disappointed; he was hoping for a bike.&lt;br /&gt;4. Elvis was reportedly regarded by fellow students as a “trashy kid who sang hillbilly music” when he took his guitar to school and sang during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;5. In the eighth grade, Elvis received a “C” in music.&lt;br /&gt;6. Elvis never learned to read music.&lt;br /&gt;7. Elvis made only one appearance at the Grand Ole Opry, in October of 1954. They never invited him back.&lt;br /&gt;8. The first riot following an Elvis concert occurred in Jacksonville, FL, after Elvis finished a show by saying, “Girls, I’ll see you backstage.”&lt;br /&gt;9. Frank Sinatra, in a magazine interview, decried the new brand of music that Elvis introduced as “brutal, ugly, degenerate, vicious.&lt;br /&gt;10. “Heartbreak Hotel” was the first Elvis single to sell over a million copies.&lt;br /&gt;11. After a controversial (and sensuous) performance of “Hound Dog” on The Milton Berle Show, Elvis appeared on The Steve Allen Show, where he sang “Hound Dog” to a Basset Hound.&lt;br /&gt;12. The first Grammy Award Elvis won was for the 1967 Gospel release, “How Great Thou Art.”&lt;br /&gt;13. Elvis reportedly had a problem with teenage boys wanting to beat him up on his tour stops. &lt;br /&gt;14. Elvis was six feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;15. The Cleveland Browns was Elvis’ favorite football team.&lt;br /&gt;16. Elvis’ natural hair color was blond (in his early years) and light/dirty brown; he dyed it black.&lt;br /&gt;17. Elvis wore a cross, a star of David, and other religious symbols around his neck, explaining “I don’t want to miss out on heaven due to a technicality.”&lt;br /&gt;18. Elvis was awarded two medals while serving in the Army, one for expert marksmanship, the other for sharpshooting.&lt;br /&gt;19. Elvis held a black belt in karate.&lt;br /&gt;20. Elvis died of a heart attack on August 16, 1977. Many mistakenly believe he died of a drug overdose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bonus fact: Graceland is the 2nd most visited house in the United States (The White House is #1). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TFeuZEdEpvI/AAAAAAAAA-g/Vr9-8tiH4Ok/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501057215571994354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TFeuZEdEpvI/AAAAAAAAA-g/Vr9-8tiH4Ok/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was an American original and he was fantastic!  ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-1922645193553297288?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1922645193553297288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=1922645193553297288&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/1922645193553297288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/1922645193553297288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/08/king-of-rock-roll.html' title='The King of Rock &amp; Roll'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TFeZBP4pCgI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/f_I9sYaCFIM/s72-c/elvis-on-tour-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-807793365371250825</id><published>2010-07-13T22:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:27:15.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?</title><content type='html'>Without a doubt, that title implies that I made dinner. For someone. I didn't. (it was Saturday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best surprises are when you least expect them. After a busy day, Don &amp;amp; I arrived home at the same time late Saturday afternoon....wondering, what are we going to do this evening? At about that time our doorbell rang, and there stood wonderful friends!!! Well, two friends and one stranger, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Christiansen had driven over from Houston with his daughter Sarah and her new husband Jacob. They'd spent some time down on the Creole Nature Trail looking for gators. We were so tickled to see them!! We have such a long history together and it's always fun to visit. We got out some old video of years ago and watched Sarah, Jennifer, and Michelle tear it up as mini-cheerleaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve said they were wondering if we had any recommendations for a place with good Cajun food for dinner? Hello, is the Pope Catholic?? ;) So, we headed for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz85D_tVKI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/CmAIs8dpEUs/s1600/P1020558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493543702740423842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz85D_tVKI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/CmAIs8dpEUs/s400/P1020558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Steamboat Bill's on the Lake, our go-to place. Diets flew out the window for the night. At least mine did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob &amp;amp; Sarah stop and smile by the turtle shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz847PL6JI/AAAAAAAAA-I/njdwy-oTYS4/s1600/P1020557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493543700389423250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz847PL6JI/AAAAAAAAA-I/njdwy-oTYS4/s400/P1020557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve, Sarah &amp;amp; Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz84TZThTI/AAAAAAAAA-A/UNTdhFU-wbk/s1600/P1020556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493543689694446898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz84TZThTI/AAAAAAAAA-A/UNTdhFU-wbk/s400/P1020556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz7xnFGSYI/AAAAAAAAA94/xWj_lx-6FmU/s1600/P1020555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493542475207690626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz7xnFGSYI/AAAAAAAAA94/xWj_lx-6FmU/s400/P1020555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gang. If we look happy it's because we have just eaten food from heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz7xD1AFLI/AAAAAAAAA9w/3toywnBvtME/s1600/P1020554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493542465744934066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz7xD1AFLI/AAAAAAAAA9w/3toywnBvtME/s400/P1020554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob &amp;amp; Sarah are such cute newlyweds!! (married less than a yr. = newlyweds in my book) They ate gumbo, shrimp, crawfish and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz7w_A92TI/AAAAAAAAA9o/DPwgai1EQzw/s1600/P1020553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493542464452942130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz7w_A92TI/AAAAAAAAA9o/DPwgai1EQzw/s400/P1020553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz7wvXCbPI/AAAAAAAAA9g/nlrKrx8yKg0/s1600/P1020552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493542460250549490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz7wvXCbPI/AAAAAAAAA9g/nlrKrx8yKg0/s400/P1020552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steve hasn't forgotten how to eat crawfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz7wBFt6yI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/blkaA66DSmw/s1600/P1020551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493542447829871394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz7wBFt6yI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/blkaA66DSmw/s400/P1020551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After dinner we drove around a little and stopped off at Chris &amp;amp; Jennifer's house. A fun night, sweet friends, good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~ laissez les bons temps rouler ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-807793365371250825?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/807793365371250825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=807793365371250825&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/807793365371250825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/807793365371250825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/07/guess-whos-coming-to-dinner.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Coming to Dinner?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TDz85D_tVKI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/CmAIs8dpEUs/s72-c/P1020558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-1194835201516542955</id><published>2010-06-25T16:33:00.034-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:03:09.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Summer Reading ~</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, I loved reading in the summer. It was such a relief to be able to read for pleasure and not for school. No homework!!! My sister and I always joined the summer reading program at our library. It was one of the few places we could get to on our own...walking or riding our bikes. We lived in town, but with a dad who was working shift work and mostly unwilling to take us anywhere, and a mom who couldn't drive (poor vision) we were basically stranded. So going to the library was a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head librarian was Mrs. Charles, and she liked me - but still, she was unwilling to let me check out &lt;em&gt;Gone With The Wind &lt;/em&gt;unless I got a note from my mother. And so I did. I think I was in about 5th grade...I sure thought I was something to be reading such racy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved reading, so choosing my minor in college was easy...Library Science. ;) These days it's hard for me to get into fiction, but I make an exception for John Grisham. I'm also on the list for &lt;em&gt;House Rules&lt;/em&gt;, by Jodi Picoult. Anyone read that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely buy books, but I keep my library in business. I usually go to Central in Lake Charles. It's so easy to choose a book, request it online, and go pick it up when I get the email that it's waiting. Cool, huh? And, no I don't have a Kindle. I really like the feel of books...you know, turning the pages, holding it in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's a partial list of some things I've been reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I finished &lt;em&gt;Women Food and God &lt;/em&gt;by Geneen Roth. It's about emotional eating, and overeating. To me, her approach is both very deep, and yet overly simplified. This has been excerpted in several magazines so chances are you might have read part of it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TCUIKNxlo9I/AAAAAAAAA84/DmkTI4KfMp8/s1600/women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486800692610180050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TCUIKNxlo9I/AAAAAAAAA84/DmkTI4KfMp8/s400/women.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anxious to get into Laura Bush's book. She's intriguing, really. I enjoyed the story of how she grew up as an only child and married into the larger than life Bush clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TCUIlusG1QI/AAAAAAAAA9A/FiByvvZrEms/s1600/Laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486801165302027522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TCUIlusG1QI/AAAAAAAAA9A/FiByvvZrEms/s400/Laura.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several insightful stories in her book...the story of the car accident (she was at fault) in which a young man died. It happened when she was a teenager. Also, hearing about when the twins were born and she was a young mother. This isn't a page-turner though. Laura writes in much the same way she speaks...measured, and matter of fact, but with sincerity. I'm glad I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finished &lt;em&gt;Switch &lt;/em&gt;this month. This book is awesome!! It was a fun read and I really learned a lot. Some of their ideas are not new, it's things we've heard before, but these guys - Chip &amp;amp; Dan Heath (brothers) are very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TCURLBXPInI/AAAAAAAAA9I/U9CSMnRu340/s1600/62533517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486810602062946930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TCURLBXPInI/AAAAAAAAA9I/U9CSMnRu340/s400/62533517.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not have heard of this one, &lt;em&gt;Making Toast&lt;/em&gt;, written by Roger Rosenblatt. When his daughter, Amy - 38 years old, a gifted doctor, mother, and wife - collapsed and died suddenly, he and his wife moved in to help care for the 3 little ones she left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TCUG5kmQaRI/AAAAAAAAA8o/7R53ZfWw-uE/s1600/Making+Toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486799307167262994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TCUG5kmQaRI/AAAAAAAAA8o/7R53ZfWw-uE/s400/Making+Toast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Making Toast&lt;/em&gt; is the story of that first year together. It's touching, poignant and even funny - yes, even in tragedy, that are things to smile at. This is a family story, how people who love each other can hold on tight and walk through heartbreaking pain. I loved this book. It's short and a fast read. Run, don't walk, to the library and get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... (you had to know I would) I read Kitty Kelly's unauthorized biography, &lt;em&gt;Oprah&lt;/em&gt;. It was fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TCUZaSHaJDI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/BkFUd9asCzI/s1600/Oprah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486819660351022130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TCUZaSHaJDI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/BkFUd9asCzI/s400/Oprah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it. Every. Single. Word. And that's all I'm gonna say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you reading this summer???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-1194835201516542955?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1194835201516542955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=1194835201516542955&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/1194835201516542955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/1194835201516542955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-reading.html' title='Summer Reading ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TCUIKNxlo9I/AAAAAAAAA84/DmkTI4KfMp8/s72-c/women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-2948135194868833891</id><published>2010-06-08T01:33:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T06:46:05.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads: barbeque, Tails: crawfish (heads too)</title><content type='html'>We recently held our 1st Heads &amp;amp; Tails weekend. We started with heads...Saturday morning, our ward was having a Barbeque. Jennifer is the Activities Comm. Chairman so she was in charge...and basically the rest of us (me, Don, RaeAnn, Wayne and Chris) were enlisted too. Charles and Lou Ellen were in town to join the party. Don and Charles were the official Masters of the Grill and they did a fine job of grilling the chicken. It was hot but there were some water games and plenty of shade. You may wonder how &lt;em&gt;heads &lt;/em&gt;relates to barbeque chicken, but we did have burgers (beef) too and I was humming the old cowboy theme song: &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Head&lt;/strong&gt; 'em up, move 'em out...Rawhide!!" &lt;/em&gt;If you're not old enough to remember that, you're just wet behind the ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys napped through the afternoon and the girls shopped. Lou Ellen was wearing a green shirt, so I put on a green one too. Because of course, we should match - just in case Matt Lauer appears on the doorstep to interview us for something. Or a reporter from a major newspaper wants a quote about...say, Keith Urban. Hey, it could happen! And it has. ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3VwQ5kb2I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ol-aLdagVGY/s1600/P1020494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480271346726629218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3VwQ5kb2I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ol-aLdagVGY/s400/P1020494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3XdbYaMdI/AAAAAAAAA7w/XdIWbzkAGaU/s1600/P1020497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480273222146077138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3XdbYaMdI/AAAAAAAAA7w/XdIWbzkAGaU/s400/P1020497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We make a lovely citrus trio here, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3VxdKMPsI/AAAAAAAAA7o/kpz1DwZNd8E/s1600/P1020500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480271367197441730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3VxdKMPsI/AAAAAAAAA7o/kpz1DwZNd8E/s400/P1020500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening the&lt;em&gt; tails&lt;/em&gt; portion of the weekend commenced. We all went to Sausage Link for another round of crawfish and other assorted good stuff. Chris got fried chicken strips and onion rings. Jennifer went for the full 5 lb. tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3Xfa5EN9I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/AVDCUe5Odeo/s1600/P1020504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480273256374351826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3Xfa5EN9I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/AVDCUe5Odeo/s400/P1020504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don had so much fun he could barely contain himself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3XeuQAqUI/AAAAAAAAA8I/opxKR1ZtDHE/s1600/P1020503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480273244390992194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3XeuQAqUI/AAAAAAAAA8I/opxKR1ZtDHE/s400/P1020503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Same goes for Wayne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3XeZWKkhI/AAAAAAAAA8A/p2qMTJj7EkM/s1600/P1020502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480273238779662866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3XeZWKkhI/AAAAAAAAA8A/p2qMTJj7EkM/s400/P1020502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lou Ellen &amp;amp; Charles were ready for boudin and the crawfish tails...and the heads too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3Xd-Ml6NI/AAAAAAAAA74/cs8deStSWig/s1600/P1020501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480273231491754194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3Xd-Ml6NI/AAAAAAAAA74/cs8deStSWig/s400/P1020501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charles is mighty proud of his tray. After all, these are primo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3YjD4aSrI/AAAAAAAAA8g/DsePDQIICys/s1600/P1020505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480274418428693170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3YjD4aSrI/AAAAAAAAA8g/DsePDQIICys/s400/P1020505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lou Ellen was living large with her crawfish heads. That is, until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3YitfyN8I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/jsT3xHvPHTA/s1600/P1020510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480274412419823554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3YitfyN8I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/jsT3xHvPHTA/s400/P1020510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...until she finished with the heads and claws and had what we shall call, the case of the burning lips. FYI, when you eat the claws and suck the juice out, that's the hottest part of the crawfish. Capable of inflicting pain. So be aware, only milk-based products can take the heat away. Ice, no. Water, no. Coke, no. Milk, yes. Ice cream...yes, yes,&lt;em&gt; yes&lt;/em&gt;. So off we went, straight to Winky Doo's. Ice cream and yogurt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heads &amp;amp; Tails...Rawhide!! ~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-2948135194868833891?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2948135194868833891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=2948135194868833891&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2948135194868833891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2948135194868833891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/06/heads-barbeque-tails-crawfish-yeah.html' title='Heads: barbeque, Tails: crawfish (heads too)'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/TA3VwQ5kb2I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ol-aLdagVGY/s72-c/P1020494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-4209430873927034191</id><published>2010-05-20T14:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:54:18.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin</title><content type='html'>Our first baby!!  I was due on May 14, except I had other plans. I was graduating that day from McNeese State University and really wanted to be there. I was setting a record of my own since I was the first person (and first grandchild) on the Lyons side of the family, a large and motley group - to earn a Bachelor's degree (Aunt Helen told me so). So I hoped that the baby would be late. And he was. Justin was born the next week, on May 20th, weighing in at a healthy 8 lbs. 8 oz., and quickly became the center of our universe! That was many moons ago, but I still remember what it felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each baby changes a family, but the first one is amazing. It's not like no one has ever had a baby before, but when the first grandchild comes along, it just &lt;em&gt;seems&lt;/em&gt; like it. That's what happened when Justin was born. He was a cute and happy baby and everyone adored him...my whole family delighted in holding him, playing with him, talking about him to anyone who would listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a baby changed me and Don too. We went from being a couple to having a little family of our own. Everything seemed sort of magical to me...(well, not the sleepless nights or diapers, but everything else!)...almost like I got to live my childhood over again, but better. There were kittens to laugh at, swings to swing on, round fat pumpkins to pat, and Christmas lights, filled with wonder, as I saw them all through Justin's eyes. And I loved falling into the world of children's storybooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S_WBb6CtQRI/AAAAAAAAA7I/ey7VZIdO1mA/s1600/Justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473423238575767826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S_WBb6CtQRI/AAAAAAAAA7I/ey7VZIdO1mA/s400/Justin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S_WCuksyqWI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/omkktJmUa0M/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473424658775845218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S_WCuksyqWI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/omkktJmUa0M/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a Mom. And I love you, Justin...Happy Birthday son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-4209430873927034191?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/4209430873927034191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=4209430873927034191&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/4209430873927034191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/4209430873927034191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-due-date-was-may-14.html' title='Justin'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S_WBb6CtQRI/AAAAAAAAA7I/ey7VZIdO1mA/s72-c/Justin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-3229891146197062346</id><published>2010-05-17T22:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:49:00.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Son of a gun, we'll have big fun...</title><content type='html'>OK, I'm guilty. I ate, I drank (diet soda), I danced around in my pajamas. Yes I did and I'm proud! We had a houseful of sleeping people (2 babies) and Keith Urban was on the Late Show, what ELSE could I do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had some good food, a whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lotta&lt;/span&gt; fun, and an intense round of Pirate's Dice (our favorite!). My niece Clarissa &amp;amp; her hubby Wade and their girls came over to visit last week. Wade figured it was time he got in on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crawfish&lt;/span&gt; around here. After all, his girls are part Cajun...he needs to know from whence they came. So off to Sausage Link we went, in search of our roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S-4QGPC4j8I/AAAAAAAAA5k/zu8uGG4nmKA/s1600/P1020480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471328296605618114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S-4QGPC4j8I/AAAAAAAAA5k/zu8uGG4nmKA/s400/P1020480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a true Cajun-deal unless you: 1) order boiled &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crawfish&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;boudin&lt;/span&gt; balls 2) in a former convenience store 3) with granite-topped tables 4) with a baby perched on top. Check!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S_H6SqmMJYI/AAAAAAAAA6w/pJiK2w-tnAo/s1600/P1020478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472430220810921346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S_H6SqmMJYI/AAAAAAAAA6w/pJiK2w-tnAo/s400/P1020478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something hilarious happened. Just take my word for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S_H9oIv8HkI/AAAAAAAAA64/ccAqchs6vak/s1600/P1020481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472433888217013826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S_H9oIv8HkI/AAAAAAAAA64/ccAqchs6vak/s400/P1020481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer shows how it's done. Her Cajun heritage is intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S_H9orwl6jI/AAAAAAAAA7A/MyRN__XGiIc/s1600/P1020489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472433897614993970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S_H9orwl6jI/AAAAAAAAA7A/MyRN__XGiIc/s400/P1020489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S-4QFfdQ3kI/AAAAAAAAA5c/fXnfaGQdO98/s1600/P1020484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471328283831361090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S-4QFfdQ3kI/AAAAAAAAA5c/fXnfaGQdO98/s400/P1020484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend before was Mother's Day. We took Don's mom, Mary, out to eat at Pat's of Henderson. The frog legs and oysters were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt;! It's not easy to get these two to smile in the &lt;em&gt;same picture&lt;/em&gt; but I did it. I'll never tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S-4UECMF18I/AAAAAAAAA6E/uygnI1RNkkU/s1600/P1020455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471332656841349058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S-4UECMF18I/AAAAAAAAA6E/uygnI1RNkkU/s400/P1020455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S-4UDi_SZ_I/AAAAAAAAA58/ANHby9lTsJE/s1600/P1020456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471332648466147314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S-4UDi_SZ_I/AAAAAAAAA58/ANHby9lTsJE/s400/P1020456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Mother's Day afternoon we continued our long-standing family tradition of having a crawfish boil (Jason gets the credit for starting that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S_H6R9ckPyI/AAAAAAAAA6o/QeXkFrQ-6qY/s1600/P1020469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472430208690962210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S_H6R9ckPyI/AAAAAAAAA6o/QeXkFrQ-6qY/s400/P1020469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam lounged on the trailer while we ate. He is happy I'm his mother. You can tell by the look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S-7P3Fsh-QI/AAAAAAAAA6U/QuN4efPcW7Q/s1600/P1020468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471539142630439170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S-7P3Fsh-QI/AAAAAAAAA6U/QuN4efPcW7Q/s400/P1020468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some nice gifts for Mother's Day. My favorite was a Southern Living Galveston Memo Board. Love it! Justin and Barbara got me a pretty basket of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S-7P2oCbiFI/AAAAAAAAA6M/OLFUkq-76Rw/s1600/P1020467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471539134669228114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S-7P2oCbiFI/AAAAAAAAA6M/OLFUkq-76Rw/s400/P1020467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a good time was had by all. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-3229891146197062346?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3229891146197062346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=3229891146197062346&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/3229891146197062346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/3229891146197062346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/05/son-of-gun-well-have-big-fun.html' title='Son of a gun, we&apos;ll have big fun...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S-4QGPC4j8I/AAAAAAAAA5k/zu8uGG4nmKA/s72-c/P1020480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-2772787725085273595</id><published>2010-05-14T22:59:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T17:35:49.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith Urban'/><title type='text'>Got to roll me ~</title><content type='html'>I posted this on FB, but if you missed it... :) I'm sitting here watching the video of Keith Urban on Jimmy Fallon. Keith did Tumbling Dice (Rolling Stones) and he &lt;em&gt;just killed it!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was noteworthy enough to warrant a post all it's own. Things to watch for: the backup singers are famous, see if you know who they are...and the keyboardist is crazy-good!! At the end Keith gives a shout-out to Nashville...he's been heading up support for all the people who lost so much in the floods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KhFWH9OUt-o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KhFWH9OUt-o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith will be performing on the big telethon to help Nashville, this Sunday night on GAC (someone have mercy and invite me over...we don't get GAC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theboot.com/2010/05/13/gac-flood-relief-telethon/"&gt;http://www.theboot.com/2010/05/13/gac-flood-relief-telethon/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got to roll me...keep on rolling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-2772787725085273595?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2772787725085273595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=2772787725085273595&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2772787725085273595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2772787725085273595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/05/got-to-roll-me.html' title='Got to roll me ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-3256847885386877565</id><published>2010-05-04T01:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T02:44:10.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishin' Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>Don went on a trip. Jason's been inviting him to come on his annual fishing trip to Lake Powell, Utah for a few years now and it never seemed to work out. But I knew Don would love it. So...I made him go. Sort of. In a round-about way. Unobtrusively, you know (that's just how I roll).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason said the fishing wasn't as outstanding as last year, but they had a ball anyway. The pictures tell the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S9_Dre_17iI/AAAAAAAAA5M/mOhlrK8SRls/s1600/P4230367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467303624473701922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S9_Dre_17iI/AAAAAAAAA5M/mOhlrK8SRls/s400/P4230367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don has to follow the fisherman's creed (at least according to these fishermen) and kiss your first fish. Even if this one was an underachiever...the fish, not Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S9_CYfdPfPI/AAAAAAAAA4s/4kIQ2vRay9Y/s1600/P4230370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467302198667869426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S9_CYfdPfPI/AAAAAAAAA4s/4kIQ2vRay9Y/s400/P4230370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's moving on up....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S9_CyFTmpvI/AAAAAAAAA48/yIkQzqu_o9A/s1600/P4230374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467302638324721394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S9_CyFTmpvI/AAAAAAAAA48/yIkQzqu_o9A/s400/P4230374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S9_CYgPMJ7I/AAAAAAAAA40/ht6baTI1o_0/s1600/P4240384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467302198877366194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S9_CYgPMJ7I/AAAAAAAAA40/ht6baTI1o_0/s400/P4240384.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S9_Dr93XwUI/AAAAAAAAA5U/bWO_NUmUkvI/s1600/P4240395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467303632759669058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S9_Dr93XwUI/AAAAAAAAA5U/bWO_NUmUkvI/s400/P4240395.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my favorite picture. They're happy, they got fish, the sun is shining. And they remembered that I told them to take a picture wearing their CAT hats. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S9_CXTUT2gI/AAAAAAAAA4c/VBHFPqB1O1w/s1600/P4230375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467302178229312002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S9_CXTUT2gI/AAAAAAAAA4c/VBHFPqB1O1w/s400/P4230375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat, sleep, fish.  Until next year... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-3256847885386877565?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3256847885386877565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=3256847885386877565&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/3256847885386877565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/3256847885386877565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/05/fishin-lake-powell.html' title='Fishin&apos; Lake Powell'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S9_Dre_17iI/AAAAAAAAA5M/mOhlrK8SRls/s72-c/P4230367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-1311669243743114220</id><published>2010-04-24T00:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T01:19:07.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Not to Wear, starring Kirra ~</title><content type='html'>Kirra was dancing around in her nightgown but we were about to go out to dinner, so I told her to go get some clothes and I'd help her get dressed.  After a few minutes she came downstairs and perched herself on the sofa next to me and Bandit (the dog).  I just grabbed the camera and tried not to laugh too much... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQsBXGFo-RU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XQsBXGFo-RU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-1311669243743114220?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1311669243743114220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=1311669243743114220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/1311669243743114220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/1311669243743114220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-not-to-wear-starring-kirra.html' title='What Not to Wear, starring Kirra ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-2439004998507973550</id><published>2010-04-20T00:17:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:34:12.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Believe in Magic?</title><content type='html'>While we were at their house, the girls got violins and were preparing to start taking lessons. I guess time will tell if they love it or not. Here's Alahna....she already has that beaming look, you know - the one you get when you realize you can make music...just like magic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S80mte1QLpI/AAAAAAAAA4E/V3vIloKureE/s1600/P1020393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462064485882670738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S80mte1QLpI/AAAAAAAAA4E/V3vIloKureE/s400/P1020393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it helps if you have on a party dress and sling your violin over your shoulder like a child prodigy, on the way to a recital with much older kids. That, and the fact that you look like an angel too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S80mt4ER29I/AAAAAAAAA4M/PORiU_O58BU/s1600/P1020398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462064492656581586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S80mt4ER29I/AAAAAAAAA4M/PORiU_O58BU/s400/P1020398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more pics from our poppy trip. If I could do this day over, I'd have gone in late afternoon, the light is nicer then. It was so bright at noon that we were all squinting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S80mtFmDHrI/AAAAAAAAA38/DJvujXEGOb4/s1600/P1020344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462064479108013746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S80mtFmDHrI/AAAAAAAAA38/DJvujXEGOb4/s400/P1020344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S80msuJuBDI/AAAAAAAAA30/xbnrA4irom0/s1600/P1020343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462064472815174706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S80msuJuBDI/AAAAAAAAA30/xbnrA4irom0/s400/P1020343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't this child the most darling rainy-day girl, EVER?? This ensemble was from Old Navy...she was happy to model for me. I always get better pictures of Kirra if I just grab the camera and start shooting. She pays attention and looks my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8yLAZsSaDI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Xgj5fTShrow/s1600/P1020247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461893287106471986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8yLAZsSaDI/AAAAAAAAA3s/Xgj5fTShrow/s400/P1020247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8yK-rmInDI/AAAAAAAAA3c/WSI0n9xTmTQ/s1600/P1020252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461893257552763954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8yK-rmInDI/AAAAAAAAA3c/WSI0n9xTmTQ/s400/P1020252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8yK-PSkgGI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0xivxqnVCzQ/s1600/P1020253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461893249954512994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8yK-PSkgGI/AAAAAAAAA3U/0xivxqnVCzQ/s400/P1020253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8yLABM0NPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/qyvsiXzYfO0/s1600/P1020250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461893280532018418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8yLABM0NPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/qyvsiXzYfO0/s400/P1020250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left early on Easter morning, and didn't get much time to say goodbye, but that's OK. We talked it out the night before. Alahna buried her head in my shoulder and said, "I'm going to miss you so much! Mawmaw...when you're here, everything is better." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You said it, sweetheart. ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S80wxIYj6bI/AAAAAAAAA4U/78tvGkqBa18/s1600/P1020406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462075543692503474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S80wxIYj6bI/AAAAAAAAA4U/78tvGkqBa18/s400/P1020406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-2439004998507973550?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2439004998507973550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=2439004998507973550&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2439004998507973550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2439004998507973550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-belong-with-me.html' title='Do You Believe in Magic?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S80mte1QLpI/AAAAAAAAA4E/V3vIloKureE/s72-c/P1020393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-893274268767716628</id><published>2010-04-16T14:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:37:01.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Put all your eggs in one basket, and then watch that basket...</title><content type='html'>Mark Twain said that. But it reminds me of what was going on at the Eggstravaganza when we took the girls the day before Easter. It was held in the city park and attended by thousands of kids. They have them hunt on different fields, according to age. Each hunt is scheduled about 20 min. apart. The thing is, the eggs aren't really hidden...they are dumped on the grass. But anyway, you line up, run out to the grass and scoop up as many eggs as you can. Then you &lt;em&gt;give the eggs&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;back &lt;/em&gt;(??) in exchange for a small sweet prize.  Very small.  In fact, you get more of a biteful scoring samples at Sam's Club than what was in that prize.  And then they recycle the eggs for the next hunt. I guess times are tough in California for the Big Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8ibhuoCSiI/AAAAAAAAA3M/OGKG0oxselo/s1600/P1020422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460785551940667938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8ibhuoCSiI/AAAAAAAAA3M/OGKG0oxselo/s400/P1020422.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8aR03VdA8I/AAAAAAAAA10/qBa90ALLIus/s1600/P1020412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460211935626462146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8aR03VdA8I/AAAAAAAAA10/qBa90ALLIus/s400/P1020412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8iXjUiLF4I/AAAAAAAAA2s/3kzFal0M4rY/s1600/P1020403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460781181249984386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8iXjUiLF4I/AAAAAAAAA2s/3kzFal0M4rY/s400/P1020403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to dyeing eggs, Alahna is an expert but Kirra's a fast learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8iZhAc1ypI/AAAAAAAAA28/xUHUiuYGcsg/s1600/P1020439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460783340522424978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8iZhAc1ypI/AAAAAAAAA28/xUHUiuYGcsg/s400/P1020439.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8iZht-B50I/AAAAAAAAA3E/pzsy4sErRKs/s1600/P1020443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460783352741226306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8iZht-B50I/AAAAAAAAA3E/pzsy4sErRKs/s400/P1020443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8fE9oMjVzI/AAAAAAAAA2k/7yZZR5jEi4c/s1600/P1020442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460549636251146034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8fE9oMjVzI/AAAAAAAAA2k/7yZZR5jEi4c/s400/P1020442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8aR2SN6mcI/AAAAAAAAA2M/U4NLp4-J9lM/s1600/P1020437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460211960022473154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8aR2SN6mcI/AAAAAAAAA2M/U4NLp4-J9lM/s400/P1020437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think they could've dyed eggs all afternoon but these are all we had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8iYg4VusCI/AAAAAAAAA20/RUsg45livlU/s1600/P1020445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460782238833487906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8iYg4VusCI/AAAAAAAAA20/RUsg45livlU/s400/P1020445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to hunting them in the backyard though, we had plenty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8aR1lurJwI/AAAAAAAAA2E/yEpCvNwN9vI/s1600/P1020434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460211948080277250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8aR1lurJwI/AAAAAAAAA2E/yEpCvNwN9vI/s400/P1020434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8aR1MTzNMI/AAAAAAAAA18/tgBp8_hxgVE/s1600/P1020431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460211941256672450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8aR1MTzNMI/AAAAAAAAA18/tgBp8_hxgVE/s400/P1020431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love to decorate eggs...we love to hunt eggs...we love to EAT eggs...we should be on a billboard for the egg industry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8aR2tlwV7I/AAAAAAAAA2U/TFkChZhkTmw/s1600/P1020438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460211967370221490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8aR2tlwV7I/AAAAAAAAA2U/TFkChZhkTmw/s400/P1020438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really...it could read, "Got Eggs?"  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-893274268767716628?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/893274268767716628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=893274268767716628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/893274268767716628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/893274268767716628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/04/put-all-your-eggs-in-one-basket-and.html' title='Put all your eggs in one basket, and then watch that basket...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8ibhuoCSiI/AAAAAAAAA3M/OGKG0oxselo/s72-c/P1020422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-6676405596197757855</id><published>2010-04-14T11:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:25:27.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Softly and Carry a Big Stick...</title><content type='html'>While we were in CA, Jason wanted us to try out his awesome new gun, it's an AR-15, which is a semi-automatic. We drove to another county for a round of shooting (the family that shoots together...). We all took a turn, even me. There is video, and no, I'm not going to post it. In the unlikely event that I ever decide to run for public office, I have to think of my political future...anyway, here's a few shots. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8U_mjd9i_I/AAAAAAAAA1I/1gZpHUj3Euc/s1600/P1020370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459840054845082610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8U_mjd9i_I/AAAAAAAAA1I/1gZpHUj3Euc/s400/P1020370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8U_mNLBT7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/EJNTSQElW-c/s1600/P1020363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459840048860057522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8U_mNLBT7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/EJNTSQElW-c/s400/P1020363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8U_lku7ZeI/AAAAAAAAA04/mZoiBz4vVEU/s1600/P1020386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459840038004811234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8U_lku7ZeI/AAAAAAAAA04/mZoiBz4vVEU/s400/P1020386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys are tough. They shoot, they eat meat, they have guns. Their look says, "Leave our women alone, stay away from our cattle...and get off our property!" OK, so not so much...but still, don't mess with a Louisiana man when he's eating crawfish. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8U_nGNlmhI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/hKKgSrVdReE/s1600/P1020388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459840064171645458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8U_nGNlmhI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/hKKgSrVdReE/s400/P1020388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to show that we're well-rounded and enjoy more civilized pursuits than shooting in the mountains, we also went to see the poppies. Antelope Valley has a Poppy Preserve that's a big hit. The poppy is the state flower of California and they have a Festival every year to celebrate. So, it's not Contraband Days, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8SbwMwklOI/AAAAAAAAA0w/_tLBGGf1TJs/s1600/P1020341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459659900640859362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8SbwMwklOI/AAAAAAAAA0w/_tLBGGf1TJs/s400/P1020341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8SbvUYuobI/AAAAAAAAA0o/SMc84iT6_IY/s1600/P1020348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459659885508469170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8SbvUYuobI/AAAAAAAAA0o/SMc84iT6_IY/s400/P1020348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8Sbu9uwAeI/AAAAAAAAA0g/U8AuFKnq_hE/s1600/P1020350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459659879426818530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8Sbu9uwAeI/AAAAAAAAA0g/U8AuFKnq_hE/s400/P1020350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as the orange poppies were, I was watching...anyplace that has warning signs about rattlesnakes puts me on alert. Poppies are good, snakes are not. Never, not in a million years. Case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8SbuON_yEI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/UoUylwntXB0/s1600/P1020352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459659866672973890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8SbuON_yEI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/UoUylwntXB0/s400/P1020352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8Sbt5mt1ZI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/H7G2W80vCi0/s1600/P1020359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459659861139510674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8Sbt5mt1ZI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/H7G2W80vCi0/s400/P1020359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-6676405596197757855?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6676405596197757855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=6676405596197757855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/6676405596197757855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/6676405596197757855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/04/walk-softly-and-carry-big-stick.html' title='Walk Softly and Carry a Big Stick...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8U_mjd9i_I/AAAAAAAAA1I/1gZpHUj3Euc/s72-c/P1020370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-6264873435308575200</id><published>2010-04-12T01:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T01:57:07.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Was a Fairytale ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;But can you feel this magic in the air?&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way you kissed me&lt;br /&gt;Fell in love when I saw you standing there&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the way&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fairytale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed the Easter Bunny (he said Go West!) out to California to see our grandgirls!!! They are darling, daring, cute, adorable, enthusiastic, hilarious, wild, sweet, gorgeous and smart, all wrapped into one package! And they think we're the cat's pajamas. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're both really blonde, but Kirra has the white-hot hair that's exactly like Jason's at that age (his hair was so white I was accused of coloring it!) Both girls were excited at the surprises we brought for them. Alahna was stunned when she saw herself on the cover of a REAL book. See it here: &lt;a href="http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-day_1656.html"&gt;http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-day_1656.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8PoCIt2NFI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/A3acuvI8eFc/s1600/P1020217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459462296700335186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8PoCIt2NFI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/A3acuvI8eFc/s400/P1020217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P1o4ZdokI/AAAAAAAAAyo/AuhSB8TVEPs/s1600/P1020218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459477255985930818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P1o4ZdokI/AAAAAAAAAyo/AuhSB8TVEPs/s400/P1020218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P1peDqnNI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4FvDtlZJaDo/s1600/P1020219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459477266095054034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P1peDqnNI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4FvDtlZJaDo/s400/P1020219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not only did we bring greetings from the Easter Bunny, but we also threw in some Mardi Gras too. I taught them how to dance around with their umbrellas and yell "Throw me something, mister!" And I made their Daddy promise to bring them to Louisiana some year for Mardi Gras.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P2__o0phI/AAAAAAAAAzI/bTOEuKjrdt0/s1600/P1020242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459478752578020882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P2__o0phI/AAAAAAAAAzI/bTOEuKjrdt0/s400/P1020242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P1qsgc6xI/AAAAAAAAAzA/v3diqq-LQ2U/s1600/P1020238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459477287153756946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P1qsgc6xI/AAAAAAAAAzA/v3diqq-LQ2U/s400/P1020238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P1p8ZVrwI/AAAAAAAAAy4/F80lZVwHJLM/s1600/P1020222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459477274239020802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P1p8ZVrwI/AAAAAAAAAy4/F80lZVwHJLM/s400/P1020222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cold when we got there and rainy the next day so we headed to the movies. We saw How To Train Your Dragon in 3-D and also Tooth Fairy. After a couple of days it warmed up (just a little) and we headed for the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P8DgCiDoI/AAAAAAAAAzo/wyCi6cXa7gg/s1600/P1020285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459484310373535362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P8DgCiDoI/AAAAAAAAAzo/wyCi6cXa7gg/s400/P1020285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P8DzVMSJI/AAAAAAAAAzw/jN_GLOqPAXw/s1600/P1020290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459484315552073874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P8DzVMSJI/AAAAAAAAAzw/jN_GLOqPAXw/s400/P1020290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P8DGI70eI/AAAAAAAAAzg/qaGpWrDJZ2A/s1600/P1020279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459484303421067746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P8DGI70eI/AAAAAAAAAzg/qaGpWrDJZ2A/s400/P1020279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8QDXNfVm1I/AAAAAAAAA0A/klPQK6Pq2IY/s1600/P1020305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459492345572858706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8QDXNfVm1I/AAAAAAAAA0A/klPQK6Pq2IY/s400/P1020305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8QDWkxFutI/AAAAAAAAAz4/AwqX6ifs0WQ/s1600/P1020297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459492334641461970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8QDWkxFutI/AAAAAAAAAz4/AwqX6ifs0WQ/s400/P1020297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alahna's in first grade (couldn't wait to have her read to me) and Kirra's four. At their age they're firmly planted in the kingdom of princesses....castle and handsome prince included, of course. They like all the Disney princesses...Cinderella, Jasmine, Ariel, Tiana, and also at least one grown-up princess named Taylor Swift. :) They play her music and dance around fast and sing breathlessly. Kirra skips words but believe me, that only makes it even &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; precious&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;♥ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P8Bx_0xtI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/MT64av9DyGI/s1600/P1020275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459484280834279122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8P8Bx_0xtI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/MT64av9DyGI/s400/P1020275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stories to come...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-6264873435308575200?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6264873435308575200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=6264873435308575200&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/6264873435308575200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/6264873435308575200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-was-fairytale.html' title='Today Was a Fairytale ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S8PoCIt2NFI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/A3acuvI8eFc/s72-c/P1020217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-3112706773351536132</id><published>2010-03-10T22:33:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:47:41.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma ~</title><content type='html'>In case any of you didn't know - I love music. I mean really, I love it. And whether it's watching American Idol or what, I'm feeling really lonesome for some good &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; music. One guy on AI sang "You'll Think of Me" tonight. And while I was glad to have Keith's song spotlighted...dude, it was not good. You want to know how many people there are in the world who can really do that song justice? One. Exactly one. But this isn't a tribute to Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm on an Oklahoma kick...musically, that is. Some of the best musicians come from there!! So I gathered a few favorites and put them on the playlist. I've seen some of these artists before, but the only one I got up close and personal with (camera in hand) is this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S5hvHFetWYI/AAAAAAAAAxw/4n2jQUqZXoc/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447225916825360770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S5hvHFetWYI/AAAAAAAAAxw/4n2jQUqZXoc/s400/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S5hvGwT5rHI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ExzqtLkd4V0/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447225911142886514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S5hvGwT5rHI/AAAAAAAAAxo/ExzqtLkd4V0/s400/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two years ago this month we went to see Carrie Underwood and Keith Urban in concert in Bossier City. They were fantastic, they were on fire, they were...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amazing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Vicki &amp;amp; Gregg were with us too. After the concert we drove over to the one of the casinos to have a midnight supper. We really had a ball! It's one of my favorite concert memories ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S5hvGt9gmgI/AAAAAAAAAxg/FnmnnB748No/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447225910512097794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S5hvGt9gmgI/AAAAAAAAAxg/FnmnnB748No/s400/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S5hvIRkxMaI/AAAAAAAAAyA/a4ctzLN89m4/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447225937251873186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S5hvIRkxMaI/AAAAAAAAAyA/a4ctzLN89m4/s400/046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S5hvHtiPukI/AAAAAAAAAx4/H1PZlECqU0o/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447225927577614914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S5hvHtiPukI/AAAAAAAAAx4/H1PZlECqU0o/s400/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was tickled I was able to get such good shots. It helped that I was on the 4th row. When artists sing from the heart and just flat out nail it, it's magic. If you ever get a chance to see Keith or Carrie in concert, just GO. You'll be happy you did. ;)&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/4681857723425759020-3112706773351536132?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3112706773351536132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=3112706773351536132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/3112706773351536132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/3112706773351536132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/03/oklahoma.html' title='Oklahoma ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S5hvHFetWYI/AAAAAAAAAxw/4n2jQUqZXoc/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-6834823225371542350</id><published>2010-02-21T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:57:52.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise Photo Op ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4HIXYShssI/AAAAAAAAAxY/C3-BnDcriTM/s1600-h/elegant+night3+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440850128822973122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4HIXYShssI/AAAAAAAAAxY/C3-BnDcriTM/s400/elegant+night3+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-6834823225371542350?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/6834823225371542350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=6834823225371542350&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/6834823225371542350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/6834823225371542350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/02/cruise-photo-op.html' title='Cruise Photo Op ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4HIXYShssI/AAAAAAAAAxY/C3-BnDcriTM/s72-c/elegant+night3+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-2114918202863074356</id><published>2010-02-21T00:33:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:59:17.283-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caribbean Cruise'/><title type='text'>Mar Caribe ~ the finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mar &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caribe&lt;/span&gt;  = Caribbean Sea...so here's the last blog post of our trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4DKSyVnXGI/AAAAAAAAAws/hIRE6fquWTw/s1600-h/CaribbeanIslands.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440570773962447970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4DKSyVnXGI/AAAAAAAAAws/hIRE6fquWTw/s400/CaribbeanIslands.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cruise journal would be complete without some talk of food. So here you go, but don't blame me if you get hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you've heard is true - there's food, and lots of it. Starting with dinner - we were assigned to the Renoir for dinner, with open seating, so we got to decide when we'd go. There were two elegant nights, when you dress up a bit and put on some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt; and get your picture taken. Here's a few of the entrees I had: Pan-Seared Grilled &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tilapia&lt;/span&gt;, Lobster &amp;amp; Shrimp, Chateaubriand Tenderloin, Pork Loin with Jerk Sauce, Fried Shrimp. Some nights we'd have two entrees (most portions are small). We mostly started with a salad or soup, shrimp cocktail or other. On the last night, I had crab cakes, which were delicious. I didn't have any but all around me people were enjoying the Prime Rib and the Braised &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shortribs&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dessert, Lou Ellen and I got the same thing &lt;em&gt;every...single...night&lt;/em&gt;. Warm Melting Chocolate Cake!!! Carnival is famous for it. It's a warm, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fudgy&lt;/span&gt; dessert, soft in the center, served in a ramekin. They bring some ice cream on the side but I'd ditch that any night, just to concentrate on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WMCC&lt;/span&gt;! Don always had Butter Pecan ice cream, and Charles had different desserts every night, but he was our cheesecake guru for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S33QG75bzXI/AAAAAAAAAu8/XmJFD-I6_So/s1600-h/P1020203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439732742509809010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S33QG75bzXI/AAAAAAAAAu8/XmJFD-I6_So/s400/P1020203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are recipes for it all over the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; and even videos on YouTube, just search for Warm Melting Chocolate Cake. Not only is it featured every night for dinner, but you can also get it if you eat on the buffet on the Lido deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch had many options, of course you could go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MDR&lt;/span&gt; (main dining room) but we never did. The Cezanne (lido deck) has two sections – the regular buffet has salads, breads, entrees and desserts and the other buffet is called “Nation of the Day” with cuisine from a different nation everyday. They had Italian, French, Indian, Mexican, American, and Chocolate. Yes, there is a chocolate day...on the last day, that buffet was dedicated to chocolate!! People were going nuts and walking around in a chocoholic haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4CwM56bR9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/VTbi6nYKOz4/s1600-h/choc+buffet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440542085614356434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4CwM56bR9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/VTbi6nYKOz4/s400/choc+buffet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, you could also choose from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mer&lt;/span&gt; (seafood bistro upstairs, a fish &amp;amp; chips place) the Deli, the Pizzeria (open around the clock) the Grill (hamburgers etc) and the Mongolian Grill. We never had any pizza but between the four of us, we hit all the others at some point. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For breakfast, you could also go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MDR&lt;/span&gt;, but again, we didn't. The breakfast buffet was so good and we became very fond of our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;omelette&lt;/span&gt; guy! You had to wait in line for him, but I didn't mind, I loved watching him cook. Also, the ice cream and yogurt machines were open 24 hours a day, and the Hot Chocolate too. For those who want something even fancier (we didn't) there is a steak house restaurant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;onboard&lt;/span&gt;, but there's an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;upcharge&lt;/span&gt; there of $30 pp. And, although we only used it once, there's room service available too. They have a limited menu, but it's fun to do if you want to hole up in your cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, moving on from the food. The entertainment was sometimes good, sometimes average, sometimes lame - one night we were falling asleep during the show so we left. Each night there was some big show in the Toulouse &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lautrec&lt;/span&gt; lounge...song and dance shows, though the first night there was a decent comic too. Our favorite performer was a singer/dancer named Jason &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dowty&lt;/span&gt; who reminded us of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Osmonds&lt;/span&gt;. He was very talented. We took a picture with him on the final night. Other music: well, not Keith, not Kenny, not Carrie, not Taylor Swift, but music still...think foreigners singing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt; songs. Old ones, mostly. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S33QGCxAozI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ICZqPVRmsBc/s1600-h/P1020209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439732727173653298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S33QGCxAozI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ICZqPVRmsBc/s400/P1020209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had other activities going on too...talks on shopping, seminars on healthful eating, tours of the ship, bingo, group contests, karaoke, and The Marriage Game. There was a full service spa (pricey) and a full gym as well as a sauna and steam bath. There was also a track for walking outdoors, which we used a few times. But nothing felt as good as sitting in the hot tub, talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4Cypqxt_TI/AAAAAAAAAwc/--fyxW9OFJY/s1600-h/P1020122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440544778790763826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4Cypqxt_TI/AAAAAAAAAwc/--fyxW9OFJY/s400/P1020122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dipped in the pool once but it felt too cool for me, or maybe it was because I was still all pink and warm from the hot tub. Don got a kick out of the towel animals our steward left for us each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4AcN4SitdI/AAAAAAAAAv0/JgNchnYcdhA/s1600-h/P1020200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440379374637594066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4AcN4SitdI/AAAAAAAAAv0/JgNchnYcdhA/s400/P1020200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S39PKuM6ktI/AAAAAAAAAvs/g3AQVwLYzvs/s1600-h/P1020125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440153920506335954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S39PKuM6ktI/AAAAAAAAAvs/g3AQVwLYzvs/s400/P1020125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440153908011126290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S39PJ_p0zhI/AAAAAAAAAvc/0YivmPgsENs/s400/P1020124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I enjoyed about this cruise was the big outdoor movie theatre. One night we watched "This Is It" (Michael Jackson) and another night, "Up". There's just something about sitting out on the deck at night, under a sea of stars, and watching a movie as the ship glides through the water. It was just fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my first post I mentioned some of the people we met on the cruise. The thing I want to say about that is, that overall - most people were nice and friendly, some wanted to keep to themselves, but most were happy to chat. I never felt threatened or in any way worried about my safety except in Jamaica where it was dicey, but that's the extent of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other good stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We loved going with Lou Ellen &amp;amp; Charles! We &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; have a ball together, and it was nice that sometimes the guys could go their way, while we girls went ours. And anyone who wanted a nap got one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I loved cruising out of Galveston...one easy two hour ride and some embarkation processing and just like that, we're on vacation!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I really thought it was a great idea to have an adults only hot tub and pool area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I liked not having to deal with traffic, and the Captain did the navigating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It was amazing leaving here with the weather freezing and knowing that soon we'd be warm and sitting in the sun. I know not all cruises have spectacular weather or such smooth seas, but when you get that, it's gold!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I kind of fell in love with the beaches. And the islands. And the jewelry. I don't know that I'd want to go in the summer, but in February it was paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I loved being out to sea...stunningly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4DRRztPP6I/AAAAAAAAAxE/d43NyE2g80A/s1600-h/P1020118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440578453731491746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4DRRztPP6I/AAAAAAAAAxE/d43NyE2g80A/s400/P1020118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S39MJh1RfhI/AAAAAAAAAvU/1URj_79T-_M/s1600-h/P1020108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440150601471196690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S39MJh1RfhI/AAAAAAAAAvU/1URj_79T-_M/s400/P1020108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4AcOHYZQgI/AAAAAAAAAv8/4MEsRyhXDyE/s1600-h/P1020165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440379378688672258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4AcOHYZQgI/AAAAAAAAAv8/4MEsRyhXDyE/s400/P1020165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4CypXvHsYI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7nW3tOXGY2M/s1600-h/P1020117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440544773679591810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4CypXvHsYI/AAAAAAAAAwU/7nW3tOXGY2M/s400/P1020117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved it, and we're going to do this again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4DRRTsV4uI/AAAAAAAAAw8/2cZgL3BozBI/s1600-h/P1020093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440578445137797858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4DRRTsV4uI/AAAAAAAAAw8/2cZgL3BozBI/s400/P1020093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-2114918202863074356?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2114918202863074356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=2114918202863074356&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2114918202863074356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2114918202863074356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/02/mar-caribe-finale.html' title='Mar Caribe ~ the finale'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S4DKSyVnXGI/AAAAAAAAAws/hIRE6fquWTw/s72-c/CaribbeanIslands.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-1734271956587425370</id><published>2010-02-18T00:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:32:52.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cozumel ~</title><content type='html'>Our last port to visit was Cozumel, Mexico. Our planned excursion was the Sail, Snorkel and Beach Party. I'm not a water person...but hey, the beach thing sounded good. We were on The Fury, one of several catamarans run by a tour company. I intended to just get in the water a bit and call it good, but it got rough and the whole salt water in my mouth thing didn't help. So my dip in the sea was short. Don went in, went down, came back up and got out too. If we had to do this again, we'd probably opt for something else...maybe four-wheeling on the beach or jet skis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These excursions are popular, in part because they serve free refreshments - beer, margaritas and soda. After the snorkeling was over, the Fury headed for the beach. They came within about 15 yds or so and we walked the rest of the way in. At the beach we relaxed and people watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, life is good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3rPeiCK3vI/AAAAAAAAAtk/kDu_73fCikI/s1600-h/P1020179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438887623442226930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3rPeiCK3vI/AAAAAAAAAtk/kDu_73fCikI/s400/P1020179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Don's happy face...in case you can't tell, he's smiling inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3rPfO3RyXI/AAAAAAAAAts/N22z2Qxb5HE/s1600-h/P1020181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438887635476138354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3rPfO3RyXI/AAAAAAAAAts/N22z2Qxb5HE/s400/P1020181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lou Ellen and I relaxed on the beach beds. I was studying my Cozumel paper, with a map of all the shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3rPeWNoTSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/XQ6qk-Ukx3g/s1600-h/P1020178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438887620269067554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3rPeWNoTSI/AAAAAAAAAtc/XQ6qk-Ukx3g/s400/P1020178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don &amp;amp; Charles got up close and personal with a pair of iguanas who wanted some privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3rPd8mzXSI/AAAAAAAAAtU/4fN6MXWXJek/s1600-h/P1020168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438887613395328290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3rPd8mzXSI/AAAAAAAAAtU/4fN6MXWXJek/s400/P1020168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we loaded up on the Fury to take us back to Cozumel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3rPdW4O6PI/AAAAAAAAAtM/YkE52PEviIY/s1600-h/P1020166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438887603267889394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3rPdW4O6PI/AAAAAAAAAtM/YkE52PEviIY/s400/P1020166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3zdH04KfKI/AAAAAAAAAuk/4cFYevT1v4k/s1600-h/P1020192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439465576479751330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3zdH04KfKI/AAAAAAAAAuk/4cFYevT1v4k/s400/P1020192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got back the weather had turned bad and rain was starting to fall. The guys knew that The Conquest held an abundance of wondrous food &lt;em&gt;just waiting&lt;/em&gt; for them, so they headed back to the ship, with a wave to us saying, "Don't miss the boat." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lou Ellen and I wanted to do some looking around, which was fun even though we didn't buy much. We were able to get from one shop to the other without getting too wet. We went in one store and looked at all the drugs you can buy - prescription drugs, that is, only no script needed...amoxicillin, Z-paks, pretty much anything. We walked back to the ship in the rain. We had to be back onboard by 5:30 (we beat that by 20 minutes) and as we walked up the dock, we were sure the guys would be on the balcony watching for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet your life on it. Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.......they were. Do we know our husbands or what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3zPrsN6vcI/AAAAAAAAAuM/1DgpdkFXUNM/s1600-h/P1020199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439450799467576770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3zPrsN6vcI/AAAAAAAAAuM/1DgpdkFXUNM/s400/P1020199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3zPqxYiIRI/AAAAAAAAAt8/E-UQauGKRdg/s1600-h/P1020197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439450783674409234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3zPqxYiIRI/AAAAAAAAAt8/E-UQauGKRdg/s400/P1020197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3zPrWI5a2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/YX60pTuVy-g/s1600-h/P1020198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439450793540938594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3zPrWI5a2I/AAAAAAAAAuE/YX60pTuVy-g/s400/P1020198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last view of Cozumel, in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3zYpo9jp_I/AAAAAAAAAuc/dkg1koCO1LQ/s1600-h/P1020195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439460659838560242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3zYpo9jp_I/AAAAAAAAAuc/dkg1koCO1LQ/s400/P1020195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-1734271956587425370?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1734271956587425370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=1734271956587425370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/1734271956587425370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/1734271956587425370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/02/cozumel.html' title='Cozumel ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3rPeiCK3vI/AAAAAAAAAtk/kDu_73fCikI/s72-c/P1020179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-5233378484626131241</id><published>2010-02-16T00:48:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T02:07:10.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Cayman ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3mD9-oNTII/AAAAAAAAAsc/vtZjhWIlhTw/s1600-h/Captains+Wheel+-+Cayman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438523125833485442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3mD9-oNTII/AAAAAAAAAsc/vtZjhWIlhTw/s400/Captains+Wheel+-+Cayman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second 'port of call' (that just sounds cool) was Grand Cayman. I have wanted to go there for a long time, especially since reading &lt;em&gt;The Firm&lt;/em&gt;, by John Grisham. I couldn't wait - our onboard shopping expert was absolutely bubbling with enthusiasm for Grand Cayman shopping. Hey, I'm a believer! My motto (and I do have one) is - get nice things at a good price. And no tax, please. By the way, customs is no problem...when you reenter the United States, you are allowed about $1600 per couple of duty free merchandise. But much of the jewelry is exempt, since it is hand-crafted and considered a work of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Cayman was just absolutely gorgeous!! We didn't plan an excursion and I'm glad because we wouldn't have had time for anything else if we had. The Conquest doesn't dock there, this is a tender port, where the ships have to stop out in the bay and you are brought to shore on tender boats. It took a little longer than just walking off, but it was well worth it. You can see the tendering process here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3mD9hjVgqI/AAAAAAAAAsU/4JOsMjPJPP8/s1600-h/P1020152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438523118028423842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3mD9hjVgqI/AAAAAAAAAsU/4JOsMjPJPP8/s400/P1020152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3oi6WXxzJI/AAAAAAAAAsk/5CgG_QNdfSg/s1600-h/P1020151a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438697885836364946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3oi6WXxzJI/AAAAAAAAAsk/5CgG_QNdfSg/s400/P1020151a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3l65rbi6MI/AAAAAAAAArk/AQ6zOKuvAkM/s1600-h/P1020151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438513156355975362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3l65rbi6MI/AAAAAAAAArk/AQ6zOKuvAkM/s400/P1020151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the island we passed some fun looking pirate ships. These would be great for families with children, since I think they stage an attack and all. And plenty of people walk the plank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3l5GyBrnHI/AAAAAAAAArM/32us_9iY6iM/s1600-h/P1020131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438511182441585778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3l5GyBrnHI/AAAAAAAAArM/32us_9iY6iM/s400/P1020131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3l5GdrwEQI/AAAAAAAAArE/ZVPdjvyFikw/s1600-h/P1020132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438511176980893954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3l5GdrwEQI/AAAAAAAAArE/ZVPdjvyFikw/s400/P1020132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on a minibus to take us to Seven Mile Beach, about a 10 min. drive away. As we started down the road, our driver kept honking over and over but I couldn't figure out why. A few minutes later the mystery was cleared up when a friendly American med student got on. She told me that you hail minibuses that shuttle passengers along the main road by waving when the driver toots his horn at you. So our driver was tooting at other pedestrians to see if they needed a lift. OK, good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Mile Beach was just stunning. It's a lush tropical island, and the ocean was sparkling!! When you looked at it from the beach, it changed from pale green to rich turquoise, then to blue and finally a deep navy. And the sand on the shore was like sugar!! It was a gorgeous sun-kissed beach and I wish I was there right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3l66sAXjVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/OrHE-uAGRj0/s1600-h/P1020141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438513173690289490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3l66sAXjVI/AAAAAAAAAr8/OrHE-uAGRj0/s400/P1020141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3omuMaTJcI/AAAAAAAAAs8/WHSp85IETPA/s1600-h/P1020143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438702075050665410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3omuMaTJcI/AAAAAAAAAs8/WHSp85IETPA/s400/P1020143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw lots of interesting people on the beach. There was a busload of middle school girls there en masse, they were cute and seemed well-behaved. We also saw lots of families and others enjoying the beautiful day. One guy and gal who were near us saw no need to head to the changing rooms to get into their bathing suits, they employed the use of towels, held strategically, to get changed. It was all so smooth and seamless...this wasn't their first rodeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don &amp;amp; I left the beach while Lou Ellen &amp;amp; Charles were waiting for their lunch. I knew we didn't have much time, and I wanted to go to town. Carnival gives you a layout of the shops, which helps so much. I was too excited even to eat until Don reminded me that we missed lunch and we stopped for a quick bite. The merchants were cordial, and many gave out free trinkets to cruise ship passengers (there were several ships there that day). Lou Ellen and I agree - our favorite free item was a small white topaz pendant. And although the clerks were attentive, there was no pressure to buy. So, exquisite jewelry + duty-free shopping + gorgeous weather = o' happy day! Don bought me a ring, a round sterling filigree setting with a Larimar (light blue) stone. Love my ring, love my husband! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met up with Lou Ellen and Charles and went to some more shops. Lou Ellen bought a lovely pearl necklace, and I got some fun bracelets that wrap around your wrist with magnetized beads. But all too soon, it was time to head for the ship. The last free tender left the pier at 3:30 and we had to be on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3mD80O9K6I/AAAAAAAAAsE/Pcfxqy-_zzc/s1600-h/P1020145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438523105863347106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3mD80O9K6I/AAAAAAAAAsE/Pcfxqy-_zzc/s400/P1020145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3l5IL_mUJI/AAAAAAAAArc/T4HV-tZIWmg/s1600-h/P1020128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438511206592041106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3l5IL_mUJI/AAAAAAAAArc/T4HV-tZIWmg/s400/P1020128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3o929VQczI/AAAAAAAAAtE/P1PgsMJZf-0/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438727514389246770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3o929VQczI/AAAAAAAAAtE/P1PgsMJZf-0/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have nearly long enough on Grand Cayman. But we're going back. Not sure when, but &lt;em&gt;we will&lt;/em&gt;. And you can take that to the bank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3l5Hlyxb4I/AAAAAAAAArU/FX5FiLS_ZwQ/s1600-h/P1020139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438511196337696642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3l5Hlyxb4I/AAAAAAAAArU/FX5FiLS_ZwQ/s400/P1020139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-5233378484626131241?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5233378484626131241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=5233378484626131241&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/5233378484626131241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/5233378484626131241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/02/grand-cayman.html' title='Grand Cayman ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3mD9-oNTII/AAAAAAAAAsc/vtZjhWIlhTw/s72-c/Captains+Wheel+-+Cayman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-902002613267590619</id><published>2010-02-15T01:30:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T02:18:07.027-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamaica ~</title><content type='html'>Montego Bay, Jamaica was our first port of call on this cruise. I wasn't quite so excited, mostly because when we went to the Shopping Talks onboard, the speaker never even mentioned Jamaica. We heard it was a rather rough place, wide-spread poverty, not so safe to navigate around town. And I'm thinking...no shopping...not so safe...um, check please!! But oh well, it would be my first steps out of the country, so I might was well go.  We had to just walk off the ship since The Conquest docked there. A few formalities, and we were...not in America anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jZ4Oze3kI/AAAAAAAAAps/jSkZBLCVKks/s1600-h/P1020085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438336110119804482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jZ4Oze3kI/AAAAAAAAAps/jSkZBLCVKks/s400/P1020085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our excursion for the day was Jungle River Tubing. I had seen a segment on the travel channel where the host did this, and it did look easy enough. We rode a bus through town and around to the river. Then we got ready to tube. Our 2 Jamaican guides were interesting, big strong guys. I did feel fairly secure with them. One tried mightily to get a spider that dropped onto Lou Ellen, but it got away. We think. She's still here, so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jZ37HAxUI/AAAAAAAAApk/wewWsffPEQs/s1600-h/18549_309198445918_600920918_4046859_4317760_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438336104833008962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jZ37HAxUI/AAAAAAAAApk/wewWsffPEQs/s400/18549_309198445918_600920918_4046859_4317760_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked to us all the way down the river, mostly about life there. They called me and all of the women, M'lady.  I rather liked that. And they sang...of course Lou Ellen &amp;amp; I picked up the lyrics and sang a few bars too ("You picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille..."). They asked about our life back here. One offered to let me adopt him. They said their dream was to have a house made of bricks, so when the hurricane comes, it will not blow away. After the tubing, we went back to the Outpost and had lunch on picnic tables. That's when I discovered that I love, LOVE Jerk Chicken!!! All in all, the tubing adventure was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jZ3tYlFMI/AAAAAAAAApc/CtSegafb6WE/s1600-h/18549_309186110918_600920918_4046833_7450278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438336101148595394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jZ3tYlFMI/AAAAAAAAApc/CtSegafb6WE/s400/18549_309186110918_600920918_4046833_7450278_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for a very rough ride back to town, and then headed to the beach. We'd been told that the nicest beach was Doctor's Cave Beach. And it was beautiful!!! Not free, but beautiful. And the weather was perfect, 80° and sunny, in February.  Forget the snow, forget the cold...if I go somewhere in winter, I want Jamaica weather.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jjp2D8W7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/cbCO59IQg1I/s1600-h/P1020099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438346858076068786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jjp2D8W7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/cbCO59IQg1I/s400/P1020099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two tried hard to stay out of trouble.  Wasn't easy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jipUbewtI/AAAAAAAAAqU/iG15wklmfvA/s1600-h/P1020106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438345749536359122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jipUbewtI/AAAAAAAAAqU/iG15wklmfvA/s400/P1020106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lou Ellen and I in our sunglasses.  We got bling, yes we do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jZ41tFpeI/AAAAAAAAAp8/etCItlJBxJg/s1600-h/P1020113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438336120561968610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jZ41tFpeI/AAAAAAAAAp8/etCItlJBxJg/s400/P1020113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3j1mqwwfuI/AAAAAAAAAq8/NJKW3b9rN9k/s1600-h/P1020110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3j1mqwwfuI/AAAAAAAAAq8/NJKW3b9rN9k/s400/P1020110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438366594712501986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3j1mRuYQhI/AAAAAAAAAq0/w34b9snj6PQ/s1600-h/P1020097.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3j1mRuYQhI/AAAAAAAAAq0/w34b9snj6PQ/s400/P1020097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438366587991638546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3j1mFww84I/AAAAAAAAAqs/F-l6KRpvBeE/s1600-h/P1020115.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3j1mFww84I/AAAAAAAAAqs/F-l6KRpvBeE/s400/P1020115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438366584780419970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3j1lj5O3vI/AAAAAAAAAqk/SvgfQ5xS36M/s1600-h/P1020114.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3j1lj5O3vI/AAAAAAAAAqk/SvgfQ5xS36M/s400/P1020114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438366575689129714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jiosE6ChI/AAAAAAAAAqE/K8A2ea0SUMU/s1600-h/P1020098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438345738704259602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jiosE6ChI/AAAAAAAAAqE/K8A2ea0SUMU/s400/P1020098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jZ4jjM2eI/AAAAAAAAAp0/UGt_QX8fpfU/s1600-h/P1020096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438336115688659426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jZ4jjM2eI/AAAAAAAAAp0/UGt_QX8fpfU/s400/P1020096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked through town a little and we were OK, but without Don &amp;amp; Charles, I might not have. I bought some Jerk Seasoning at the terminal and then we were back at sea.  And looking for the yogurt machine. That was our deal...get in, go get some diet coke and yogurt for me &amp; Lou Ellen and ice cream for Don &amp; Charles.  Oh yea, mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jipGxW4uI/AAAAAAAAAqM/iRgFBcNOZMM/s1600-h/P1020116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438345745870021346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jipGxW4uI/AAAAAAAAAqM/iRgFBcNOZMM/s400/P1020116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-902002613267590619?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/902002613267590619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=902002613267590619&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/902002613267590619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/902002613267590619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/02/jamaica.html' title='Jamaica ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3jZ4Oze3kI/AAAAAAAAAps/jSkZBLCVKks/s72-c/P1020085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-2581101657866345455</id><published>2010-02-13T23:03:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:28:03.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carnival Conquest ~</title><content type='html'>The last couple of years we've considered doing a cruise, but for various reasons, didn't. About Christmas time, we decided that yes, the time had come, we were gonna give it a whirl. So on January 31, Don &amp; I and Charles &amp; Lou Ellen sailed away from Galveston for a 7 day cruise aboard the Carnival Conquest, headed for the Western Caribbean!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the Conquest is a fantastic ship!! It was nicer than I had imagined. And bigger (952 ft long). We sailed full, which is a good indication of popularity. I had been warned about motion sickness but it wasn't a factor in this cruise, it was all smooth sailing.  And I was so relieved to find that the cabins are NOT broom-closet sized.  We had an Oceanview Cabin on level 2, Main.  Everything about the bed was so comfortable and you know, I am not easy to please.  But the mattress, pillows, sheets, comforter and all were just perfect. I'm going to order some of their pillows.  Here's a pic of an Oceanview room from the website, but ours looked exactly the same: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3d78OuVPiI/AAAAAAAAApM/tzMdp5yFI64/s1600-h/cq6aov-w600x450.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3d78OuVPiI/AAAAAAAAApM/tzMdp5yFI64/s400/cq6aov-w600x450.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437951349747957282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mustering (ship-talk for safety drill) we were off!  It was a cold day in Galveston but we weren't worried at all.  Here we are watching the sail away from the balcony of Charles &amp; Lou Ellen's room (they were on level 8, Verandah).  The white robes we were covering up with are there in every room.  I could not believe that we were going on a one week vacation without our children...&lt;i&gt;together!&lt;/i&gt;  And for me &amp; Don, it was our first time leaving the United States. My heart was doing the happy dance!  Adventure, here we come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3d54WxLVqI/AAAAAAAAApE/Gp24-LzEOjo/s1600-h/18549_309195100918_600920918_4046851_7050330_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437949084164642466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3d54WxLVqI/AAAAAAAAApE/Gp24-LzEOjo/s400/18549_309195100918_600920918_4046851_7050330_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met lots of interesting people. Many were Texans, but there were also people from Lake Charles, other states, and even Canada. And when I say "met" I mean some we talked to, some we didn't...but they were people we'd see over and over and finally figured out their story. Here's a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Dewa, our cabin steward. He did our room twice a day, replacing our wet towels, beach towels, white robes, anything we needed. He did turn-down service every night, and always filled the ice bucket!! With Carnival, you have the tips charged to your Sail &amp;amp; Sign card, so the steward is taken care of, but we had to give Dewa some extra cash, he was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Teeny-Tiny and her man. She was a young black girl, maybe 17 or 18, very short, with a prominent, uh...rear end. She was a wild thing and must have imagined she was on MTV. Both she and her guy (who wore a T-shirt that said, Just Do Me) were mentally challenged, but suffice it to say - they were not wall-flowers. There is a video somewhere buried deep on my camera card, but you must be in the circle of trust to see. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Maude and Jim. I called her Maude since she reminded me of the TV character. And his name really was Jim....we know this b/c we were in the hot tub with her and she would talk pleasantly enough to us and then turn around and growl at her husband (on the deck) and say "Jim, get in here right now!" She did this at least 3 times. Finally, Jim obeyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Our best photographer, "Hy" from the first elegant night. Now, you have to know - we had no fewer than 30 people taking our picture during this cruise, but Hy is the one I'll always remember. He was a character!! Not sure where he was from, but he spoke English well. In fact, it was like listening to a comedian...he was a bit racy, but he had lightning fast delivery, so that we were like...&lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt; did he just say??? We were laughing so hard we were crying. He called Don, "James" (which is his real middle name!) and he called Charles "Francois". I bought a cute photo he took of us that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Joe and his wife. We never talked to Joe, but he was the unofficial star of this cruise. He was a little man, 75 or so, with silky gray hair that he pulled back in a short ponytail, very neatly. He and his wife had been married 57 years. When he was on stage for the opening night show, the Cruise Director asked, "Joe, you've been married for 57 YEARS! What is your SECRET, to what do you owe this long and happy marriage???" And Joe, after a few seconds of careful thought, said, "She didn't die..." And there ya' go, the secret of life, marriage is a breeze...just do NOT die!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, but you get the picture. At dinner, our first night at sea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3Y2TxYAcdI/AAAAAAAAAn8/ktjwXVCfQ4A/s1600-h/P1020061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437593313395896786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3Y2TxYAcdI/AAAAAAAAAn8/ktjwXVCfQ4A/s400/P1020061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3Y2UikBDkI/AAAAAAAAAoM/sEAaUxVDpPs/s1600-h/P1020071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437593326599605826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3Y2UikBDkI/AAAAAAAAAoM/sEAaUxVDpPs/s400/P1020071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3Y2UeGSUCI/AAAAAAAAAoE/y8X3YmZ2rVY/s1600-h/P1020070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437593325401165858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3Y2UeGSUCI/AAAAAAAAAoE/y8X3YmZ2rVY/s400/P1020070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=4046834&amp;amp;id=600920918"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a whole lotta kissing going on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3Y2VYtjUjI/AAAAAAAAAoc/NbnRyqkMKDU/s1600-h/P1020069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437593341135114802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3Y2VYtjUjI/AAAAAAAAAoc/NbnRyqkMKDU/s400/P1020069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3Y4boQuxuI/AAAAAAAAAok/iUSdRXOiV2E/s1600-h/P1020074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437595647411668706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3Y4boQuxuI/AAAAAAAAAok/iUSdRXOiV2E/s400/P1020074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of laughing!  I was trying to hold it together, in the interest of decorum and all, but you gotta cut loose sometime.  And we did. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3Y4cce5paI/AAAAAAAAAo0/LfhhzwRUXNA/s1600-h/P1020082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437595661429745058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3Y4cce5paI/AAAAAAAAAo0/LfhhzwRUXNA/s400/P1020082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned, more cruise stories to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-2581101657866345455?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2581101657866345455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=2581101657866345455&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2581101657866345455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2581101657866345455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/02/carnival-conquest.html' title='The Carnival Conquest ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S3d78OuVPiI/AAAAAAAAApM/tzMdp5yFI64/s72-c/cq6aov-w600x450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-5795934455983307767</id><published>2010-01-20T01:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:53:46.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girl ~</title><content type='html'>On this day, twenty six years ago, we had an especially joyful day. One that I dreamed about (really, I dreamed it!). It was the day we went from having two boys, to having three children. It was the day our family was complete.  It was the day when everyone we knew went out to buy something pink. Or ruffled. Or both. It was the day we got to call our friends (and the office of Maplewood School, who had already called twice asking for news) to say, "We had a GIRL!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write so many things about that day, and maybe next year I will. But for today, I'll share this story, written by my Mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Day Jennifer Was Born&lt;/i&gt; (By Pamela Lyons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Finally, it was morning and I was glad because it had been a restless night for me. I was worried about Susan and too, I was excited about my new grandchild that would be born today. I turned on my light, it was 5 o'clock. I got up and turned the heat up so Justin and Jason would get up to a warm house. I couldn't eat breakfast so I settled down on the sofa to read the paper. Daddy turned on the TV and on the readout it said it was 26 degrees; the forecast was for light rain or maybe light snow. There would be no sun today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long till Jason cuddled up beside me. Later I woke Justin up, but neither of the boys were hungry so we started getting dressed, putting on our warm clothes. It was so cold. The boys looked so cute in their matching navy blue jogging outfits, they put on their new heavy coats and their new shoes. Susan had given me instructions as to what they should wear for this important day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left for the hospital it was 7 o'clock. No one said a word and then Daddy, turning to the boys said, "Well, let's go get Jeremy." The boys smiled. At this point we were all so sure it would be a boy. When we came to the 210-Bridge, we saw an interesting sight - there, to our right, we saw hundreds of thousands of red-winged blackbirds flying around in circles. The sky was dark with them. I said to the boys that I had never in my life seen so many blackbirds. Justin said, "me neither" and Jason said, "me neither." It was amazing to see so many birds, it was like something out of a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the hospital I glanced at a clock on the 2nd floor. It was 7:25 and I thought, Susan is in delivery now, the baby will soon be here. I was nervous. We walked to the reception room, this place was so familiar to us. It was here in this very room that Daddy waited for the birth of our own 3 children. It was here that I waited all night long for the birth of my first grandchild, Justin and it was here that we waited for Jason to be born too. So, here we were again. This would be our last time here because this would be Susan &amp; Donald's last baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys and I took off our coats and made ourselves comfortable. Donald came in, he looked tired. He was supposed to come back in a few minutes to tell us about the baby. I couldn't sit down, I was so nervous, my heart was pounding. I walked around waiting for Donald to come back. I kept glancing at the clock. At a few minutes past 8, the phone in the waiting room rang. I quickly picked it up and said hello. A nurse said, "The Duplantis baby is here." I asked, "Is it a boy or a girl?" She wouldn't say, she only said to come through the double doors and that she would be standing there with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited. I got Justin and Jason by the hands and we ran down the hall, Daddy was right behind us. We went through the double doors and then we saw the nurse. She was a pleasant looking middle age lady with long, sort of blonde hair, caught back in a bun and she wore glasses. There in her arms was the baby, wrapped in a little white blanket. I looked at the nurse and said, "That's a boy." And with a smile on her face she replied, "Well, no it's not a boy, it's a little girl!" I was shocked! I couldn't believe it. A girl - I thought, that's just wonderful. I said to the boys, "You have a baby sister!" They were jumping up and down. Just then Donald walked up to us, he was wearing a long green gown over his clothes. He was on standby outside the operating room but the nurse thought he was in the waiting room too, so he didn't know yet if he had a son or a daughter. But with all the laughter and excitement, he figured it out. He looked at me with a big smile on his face and said, "Mom, that's a girl?" I answered "Yes Donald, a girl!" He took the baby in his arms, it was obvious he was very happy. We all were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the reception area. Daddy was talking about tea sets and dolls so when Donald's mom and sister came in and heard all the commotion, they knew it was a girl. They were happy too. We all sat down and had a good visit. Daddy took Justin &amp; Jason down to the cafeteria for breakfast and that was fun for them. At about 10:30 we all went to see the baby, Jennifer Kay, again. She was now in the nursery. Donald's mother said she looked like Susan. We went into Susan's room for a short visit with her, she was just so very happy about her baby girl. I knew she would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left the hospital at 11 o'clock it was still bitterly cold but there was no rain or snow. At the bridge we looked, but the blackbirds were gone. After a lunch of sloppy joes most of the afternoon was spent talking on the phone or playing games with the boys. When night came, I realized how tired I was, but I took time out to think how blessed I was to be the grandmother of 7 precious grandchildren. Each of their births has been so special to me, and each has added so much joy to my life, and now there is Jennifer. The birth of a grandchild is truly a wondrous event. It's my family renewing itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the boys were quiet, we said a prayer and thanked Heavenly Father for this day. I turned off my light, sleep would come easy tonight. And that's the way it was, Friday, January 20, 1984 - the day Jennifer was born. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that my mom wrote that story. And I love you, Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S1apa7ayZjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Dl04fwMTWnA/s1600-h/Jen+002a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S1apa7ayZjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Dl04fwMTWnA/s400/Jen+002a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428712680933451314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S1apSXP7y_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/0RE8DRiXLPY/s1600-h/Jen+001a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S1apSXP7y_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/0RE8DRiXLPY/s400/Jen+001a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428712533785299954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Baby Girl. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-5795934455983307767?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5795934455983307767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=5795934455983307767&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/5795934455983307767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/5795934455983307767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-girl.html' title='My Girl ~'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S1apa7ayZjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Dl04fwMTWnA/s72-c/Jen+002a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-8918108225506893414</id><published>2010-01-08T01:30:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:54:09.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to Hold Your Hand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Oh yeah, I'll tell you something&lt;br /&gt;I think you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;When I say that something&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0bLPCbD_fI/AAAAAAAAAmE/kT08XEYPQQ4/s1600-h/P1010948a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424246260423196146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0bLPCbD_fI/AAAAAAAAAmE/kT08XEYPQQ4/s400/P1010948a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days after Christmas, and the day after our 35th wedding anniversary, my niece Sarah was married to Ryan in the Houston Temple. We had talked about this day for months. Well...the women of the family talked. The men mostly listened. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome wedding. Here's a look at the reception...in other words, &lt;i&gt;the party.&lt;/i&gt; I didn't get many good shots, the flash washed things out and without it, everything was dark, oh well.  Back to the party, we had a ball...we ate and talked and danced. It was held at an event center, Joe's Banquet Hall, and it was so pretty. There was a wonderful catered buffet and a waitstaff to do the work. Amen to that!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lou Ellen and I were watching something. We can't help it, we're observant by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0bJuPbCKtI/AAAAAAAAAl8/zQLSDRud-HI/s1600-h/P1020038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424244597465426642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0bJuPbCKtI/AAAAAAAAAl8/zQLSDRud-HI/s400/P1020038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me holding Ella (Clarissa's oldest). I fed her chocolate cake. She didn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0bJt233DRI/AAAAAAAAAl0/3JxTSrgUhzg/s1600-h/P1020008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424244590875446546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0bJt233DRI/AAAAAAAAAl0/3JxTSrgUhzg/s400/P1020008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZxDv_HxAI/AAAAAAAAAlk/fvQZryZtBi0/s1600-h/P1020007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424147110449103874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZxDv_HxAI/AAAAAAAAAlk/fvQZryZtBi0/s400/P1020007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lou Ellen and me. Sisters. We look happy. We look sparkly. We look ready for a cruise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0b4CdRbMkI/AAAAAAAAAm0/ebo782AIw5w/s1600-h/P1020005.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0b4CdRbMkI/AAAAAAAAAm0/ebo782AIw5w/s400/P1020005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424295522315481666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZtdMCMY5I/AAAAAAAAAks/N0jW46osenY/s1600-h/P1010989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424143149428401042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZtdMCMY5I/AAAAAAAAAks/N0jW46osenY/s400/P1010989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be a photo commemorating our anniversary. But that would be only half the story. It's really all about the dress. I call it my Oprah dress because it reminds me of the style she wears. And I love it. And it was perfect for dancing, very swishy!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZpoTRaQuI/AAAAAAAAAkc/01n41CIFk3Q/s1600-h/P1010987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424138942303322850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZpoTRaQuI/AAAAAAAAAkc/01n41CIFk3Q/s400/P1010987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZpnxXsrNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/AXbT5WS_u3E/s1600-h/P1010984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424138933202889938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZpnxXsrNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/AXbT5WS_u3E/s400/P1010984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZpnQv2m4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/5rtvUdjhoPc/s1600-h/P1010982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424138924445834114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZpnQv2m4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/5rtvUdjhoPc/s400/P1010982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride kicked off her shoes and danced the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZxEG4hEMI/AAAAAAAAAls/Qb7ASaULP5I/s1600-h/P1020011a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424147116595417282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZxEG4hEMI/AAAAAAAAAls/Qb7ASaULP5I/s400/P1020011a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris, Jennifer and Justin looked pretty spiffy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZxCcsO0kI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ysTJlW9Rw5E/s1600-h/P1010996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424147088089731650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZxCcsO0kI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ysTJlW9Rw5E/s400/P1010996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adelynn howled for a minute but she was happier after we took her sweater off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0bzr1xwWQI/AAAAAAAAAms/MBncVCXHrEM/s1600-h/P1010991.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0bzr1xwWQI/AAAAAAAAAms/MBncVCXHrEM/s400/P1010991.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424290735710034178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My temple pictures were much nicer. The day was overcast but the light was good. Sarah was a lovely bride and Ryan looked handsome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZnXVwsLQI/AAAAAAAAAj0/c0EE2zrzbtU/s1600-h/P1010977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424136451890359554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZnXVwsLQI/AAAAAAAAAj0/c0EE2zrzbtU/s400/P1010977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa holding Adelynn, her new baby girl, about 6 weeks old here. She is precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZnXMwP-nI/AAAAAAAAAjs/XZxObBA1t6w/s1600-h/P1010974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424136449472592498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZnXMwP-nI/AAAAAAAAAjs/XZxObBA1t6w/s400/P1010974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZnWwefd4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/-jbiBGZxz6k/s1600-h/P1010972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424136441881917314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZnWwefd4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/-jbiBGZxz6k/s400/P1010972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZnWe34uNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/kpSWEEUzxUc/s1600-h/P1010971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424136437156591826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZnWe34uNI/AAAAAAAAAjc/kpSWEEUzxUc/s400/P1010971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZnWDJzlkI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Y2CcQY4tjcc/s1600-h/P1010968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424136429715560002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0ZnWDJzlkI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Y2CcQY4tjcc/s400/P1010968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lyons girls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0YTxxGiiFI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Fs5gsydHe7M/s1600-h/P1010965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424044546929625170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0YTxxGiiFI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Fs5gsydHe7M/s400/P1010965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wade &amp;amp; Clarissa and the munchkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0YTxto3qiI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Xo8hAVhdqXs/s1600-h/P1010964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424044545999874594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0YTxto3qiI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Xo8hAVhdqXs/s400/P1010964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0YTxbLbdvI/AAAAAAAAAi8/3Fh_O-KGSvE/s1600-h/P1010961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424044541044553458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0YTxbLbdvI/AAAAAAAAAi8/3Fh_O-KGSvE/s400/P1010961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0YTw90i8DI/AAAAAAAAAi0/c5IUsOnHxIs/s1600-h/P1010960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424044533163946034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0YTw90i8DI/AAAAAAAAAi0/c5IUsOnHxIs/s400/P1010960.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0YSbv7lkUI/AAAAAAAAAic/Uwtlm3vJpW8/s1600-h/P1010958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424043069146501442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0YSbv7lkUI/AAAAAAAAAic/Uwtlm3vJpW8/s400/P1010958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0YSa3xj0uI/AAAAAAAAAiM/NwytIF1IM0U/s1600-h/P1010956a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424043054072058594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0YSa3xj0uI/AAAAAAAAAiM/NwytIF1IM0U/s400/P1010956a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0WDknMeiSI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ROtmjI-GFhM/s1600-h/P1010955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423885991257475362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0WDknMeiSI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ROtmjI-GFhM/s400/P1010955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0WDkaP1u8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/aUhgBG_81uc/s1600-h/P1010952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423885987781917634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0WDkaP1u8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/aUhgBG_81uc/s400/P1010952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0WDjpM2bEI/AAAAAAAAAhk/DpHyKDe9sHU/s1600-h/P1010949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423885974616042562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0WDjpM2bEI/AAAAAAAAAhk/DpHyKDe9sHU/s400/P1010949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brady, Chris and Don. They were starving. They proved it later at Gringo's when they had ice cream when they walked in the door, before everyone else arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0WDjKhgx4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/4giLkF8mSHo/s1600-h/P1010947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423885966381205378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0WDjKhgx4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/4giLkF8mSHo/s400/P1010947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0Zpm6GJdtI/AAAAAAAAAj8/S1XGGs1D1JQ/s1600-h/P1010978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424138918365329106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0Zpm6GJdtI/AAAAAAAAAj8/S1XGGs1D1JQ/s400/P1010978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was such a sweet day!!  And so much fun! I'll remember it always, and when I do, I'll think about Sarah and Ryan.  And Lou Ellen.  And our kids.  And Don and I at our 35th wedding anniversary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dress.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanna hold your hand...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0WDjy16TJI/AAAAAAAAAhs/5bUfD7dinEw/s1600-h/P1010951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423885977204182162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0WDjy16TJI/AAAAAAAAAhs/5bUfD7dinEw/s400/P1010951.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-8918108225506893414?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8918108225506893414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=8918108225506893414&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/8918108225506893414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/8918108225506893414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-hold-your-hand.html' title='I Want to Hold Your Hand...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0bLPCbD_fI/AAAAAAAAAmE/kT08XEYPQQ4/s72-c/P1010948a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-101114944760279323</id><published>2010-01-04T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:26:49.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Louisiana Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Oh its alright, its gonna be ok&lt;br /&gt;Your little boys comin' on home, come a Louisiana Christmas Day&lt;br /&gt;Oh let the good times roll, Le Bon Temp Rouler&lt;br /&gt;Your little boys comin' on home, come a Louisiana Christmas Day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song by Aaron Neville always reminds me of Christmas in cajun country. One thing's for sure: our Christmas day was fun, with lots of good food. I still miss fudge on Christmas though... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the movies (family tradition, the last few years) and saw The Blind Side, which was fantastic! Then we came home and got dinner ready...shrimp gumbo (family tradition dating back at least 25 years) sliced turkey, brisket, mashed potatoes, and more. We had lots of treats, but the Peanut Butter Pie, made by Jennifer, was SO sinful!!  Yes, I ate it and I'm not sorry.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas china is stacked, waiting for the table to be set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0Kxus83xUI/AAAAAAAAAec/3OtAbJNfjCw/s1600-h/P1010822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423092317206070594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0Kxus83xUI/AAAAAAAAAec/3OtAbJNfjCw/s400/P1010822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0KxttoSJJI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ewuQdy0JxDA/s1600-h/P1010813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423092300208284818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0KxttoSJJI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ewuQdy0JxDA/s400/P1010813.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0KxtwsZdOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/wUgcVJcBmBE/s1600-h/P1010817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423092301030847714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0KxtwsZdOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/wUgcVJcBmBE/s400/P1010817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0KxuevLC9I/AAAAAAAAAeU/q_kiHqDd-3g/s1600-h/P1010820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423092313390517202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0KxuevLC9I/AAAAAAAAAeU/q_kiHqDd-3g/s400/P1010820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Justin liked his new gumbo pot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0Kxu9Q7dOI/AAAAAAAAAek/Mr-pir922J8/s1600-h/P1010860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423092321585165538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0Kxu9Q7dOI/AAAAAAAAAek/Mr-pir922J8/s400/P1010860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0KzSmxvoDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/dcAQjiVI4KA/s1600-h/P1010825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423094033535705138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0KzSmxvoDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/dcAQjiVI4KA/s400/P1010825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy hunting...the gift cards all say Academy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0KzTU1uZ_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/eC8lGskKOkw/s1600-h/P1010889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423094045900433394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0KzTU1uZ_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/eC8lGskKOkw/s400/P1010889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jennifer got the coolest Born boots...believe it or not, Santa had to detour to CA to find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0KzT-1MUXI/AAAAAAAAAfM/bJZichuqBDM/s1600-h/P1010911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423094057172488562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0KzT-1MUXI/AAAAAAAAAfM/bJZichuqBDM/s400/P1010911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0K09QKMQfI/AAAAAAAAAfU/tUHlkixq324/s1600-h/P1010919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423095865710232050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0K09QKMQfI/AAAAAAAAAfU/tUHlkixq324/s400/P1010919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0K0-h4dk3I/AAAAAAAAAfs/339lONlJAK0/s1600-h/P1010929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423095887647576946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0K0-h4dk3I/AAAAAAAAAfs/339lONlJAK0/s400/P1010929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my Crate &amp;amp; Barrel flatware caddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0K-_a-iC0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/FIbddjk82yE/s1600-h/P1010925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0K-_a-iC0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/FIbddjk82yE/s400/P1010925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423106898090134338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding jewelry. Cruise bling.  You never know.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0KzTOm9HCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/h94kOiu7cq0/s1600-h/P1010839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423094044227869730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0KzTOm9HCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/h94kOiu7cq0/s400/P1010839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris models his Invicta dive watch.  We're all infatuated with it...even Chris.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0K0--ItPtI/AAAAAAAAAf0/QY8DrOqyFrQ/s1600-h/P1010939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423095895231905490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0K0--ItPtI/AAAAAAAAAf0/QY8DrOqyFrQ/s400/P1010939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0K7SzGH49I/AAAAAAAAAgU/NA81l0L7hOI/s1600-h/P1010944.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0K7SzGH49I/AAAAAAAAAgU/NA81l0L7hOI/s400/P1010944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423102832935429074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0K43qcHm_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/xKhaNtFu8Hw/s1600-h/P1010913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423100167732042738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0K43qcHm_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/xKhaNtFu8Hw/s400/P1010913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0K43Cg1v9I/AAAAAAAAAf8/k_IZOgQyGKE/s1600-h/P1010909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423100157014425554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0K43Cg1v9I/AAAAAAAAAf8/k_IZOgQyGKE/s400/P1010909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they weren't here, but we were tickled to get this shot of Alahna &amp; Kirra sitting at the table Mawmaw &amp; Pawpaw (that would be us!) sent them for Christmas. I love it, it's made of wood.  And all little girls need a table...for coloring, snacks, playing school.  Jason says they love it too.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0K43s5keCI/AAAAAAAAAgM/iz2jI2cq6Ro/s1600-h/table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423100168392439842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0K43s5keCI/AAAAAAAAAgM/iz2jI2cq6Ro/s400/table.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on the day after Christmas, you just gotta GO. Go shopping (me). Go hunting (Don).  And a good time was had by all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-101114944760279323?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/101114944760279323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=101114944760279323&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/101114944760279323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/101114944760279323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2010/01/louisiana-christmas-day.html' title='Louisiana Christmas Day'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/S0Kxus83xUI/AAAAAAAAAec/3OtAbJNfjCw/s72-c/P1010822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-1402017726884878866</id><published>2009-12-24T20:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:53:51.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Twas the Night Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse&lt;br /&gt;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may have already opened presents but we'll celebrate tomorrow, at least this year.  Tonight there's &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt; children nestled, all snug in their beds.  In fact no kids here at all today but we expect Justin in later this evening.  The only creature stirring is Sam, who right now is curled up in front of the fire.  He's in a Sam's Club-induced coma...he loves raw ground chuck from Sam's Club (and ONLY from Sam's Club) and he just had some. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a bit of Christmas at our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzRYcSSgWaI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GDz9ZrXFfVE/s1600-h/P1010751.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzRYcSSgWaI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GDz9ZrXFfVE/s400/P1010751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419053494602586530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzQOHcdkNAI/AAAAAAAAAck/cECY3R67M1M/s1600-h/P1010775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418971772695622658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzQOHcdkNAI/AAAAAAAAAck/cECY3R67M1M/s400/P1010775.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzQOG6Nm3SI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-1wp9gRYg4w/s1600-h/P1010774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418971763501882658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzQOG6Nm3SI/AAAAAAAAAcc/-1wp9gRYg4w/s400/P1010774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzQOGn7QAvI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wgmMQHTZ0lQ/s1600-h/P1010773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418971758593049330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzQOGn7QAvI/AAAAAAAAAcU/wgmMQHTZ0lQ/s400/P1010773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzQOGZs4d7I/AAAAAAAAAcM/_FIMZnO46Gw/s1600-h/P1010772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418971754774689714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzQOGZs4d7I/AAAAAAAAAcM/_FIMZnO46Gw/s400/P1010772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzPQhF27bCI/AAAAAAAAAcE/YJ0wx3OzTNg/s1600-h/P1010766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418904043583663138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzPQhF27bCI/AAAAAAAAAcE/YJ0wx3OzTNg/s400/P1010766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzQ2hmQgy4I/AAAAAAAAAdM/D11VHA1HG9Q/s1600-h/P1010804.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzQ2hmQgy4I/AAAAAAAAAdM/D11VHA1HG9Q/s400/P1010804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419016202466937730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzQ2g0C7XQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/f7HI0XsvoKU/s1600-h/P1010802.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzQ2g0C7XQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/f7HI0XsvoKU/s400/P1010802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419016188988185858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,&lt;br /&gt;And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.&lt;br /&gt;But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-1402017726884878866?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1402017726884878866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=1402017726884878866&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/1402017726884878866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/1402017726884878866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2009/12/twas-night-before-christmas.html' title='&apos;Twas the Night Before Christmas'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SzRYcSSgWaI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GDz9ZrXFfVE/s72-c/P1010751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-907447102833040405</id><published>2009-12-20T23:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:29:39.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Turnaround</title><content type='html'>For the 2nd year in a row we made the Kelly Willis-Bruce Robison Holiday Show at The Mucky Duck. It was awesome!!! This year Jennifer came too, I hope Don makes it next year. There is NOTHING like live music. They wouldn't allow flash photos during the show and I wanted to take some video but my card was full.  So rather than start deleting shots so I could make room, I shut the camera down and enjoyed the night.  But here's a clip of Kelly from CMT (one of my favorites):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/videos/kelly-willis/26395/if-i-left-you.jhtml"&gt;http://www.cmt.com/videos/kelly-willis/26395/if-i-left-you.jhtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the 9:30 pm show and yes, we had oh-so-close to the stage seating, reserved by Lou Ellen, as evidenced by her name on the card. Hey...the people that get the stuff are the people that show up and ASK for the stuff! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Sy8Hqj-f3gI/AAAAAAAAAbk/vxQoaOR9nS0/s1600-h/P1010788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417557304543272450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Sy8Hqj-f3gI/AAAAAAAAAbk/vxQoaOR9nS0/s400/P1010788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Sy8HKC7B2ZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ZXgLgYK6-0Q/s1600-h/P1010791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417556745914538386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Sy8HKC7B2ZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ZXgLgYK6-0Q/s400/P1010791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our waiter botched our first picture, a kind person at the next table got a good shot of all of us:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Sy8HJ_plnhI/AAAAAAAAAbU/MM2gcT6uAG0/s1600-h/P1010790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417556745036078610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Sy8HJ_plnhI/AAAAAAAAAbU/MM2gcT6uAG0/s400/P1010790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Sy8HJYRHdPI/AAAAAAAAAbM/tFxOj2Td8w0/s1600-h/P1010782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417556734464455922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Sy8HJYRHdPI/AAAAAAAAAbM/tFxOj2Td8w0/s400/P1010782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just cool.  You may not know Kelly &amp; Bruce, but if you don't...you should.  If you love music.  Or Texas.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston.  I always complain about the traffic (the pits, mostly) but we managed to get around enough to have fun: a little shopping in Highland Village, went to Justin's new apt, drove in to River Oaks to eat at Chuy's, stayed up late talking after the show.   The next day we wanted to head for shopping in Silver Lake but since the stinkin' cold rain continued, we headed for the Baybrook Mall instead.  Can you say shop till you drop?  OK, we didn't get that far but it was still good. Then Jen and I headed home, and that's where our Texas turnaround ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-907447102833040405?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/907447102833040405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=907447102833040405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/907447102833040405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/907447102833040405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2009/12/texas-turnaround.html' title='Texas Turnaround'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Sy8Hqj-f3gI/AAAAAAAAAbk/vxQoaOR9nS0/s72-c/P1010788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-3467108980745204252</id><published>2009-12-13T08:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:28:09.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Oh the weather outside is frightful, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the fire is so delightful,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And since we've no place to go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I'm a week late with this post but since I just learned how to make it snow on my blog, here it is. Yes, we had actual snow last week. It didn't last long, just melted into a slush. And now it's warmer here, but sloppy and messy still since we've had so much rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some clear, cold days where the sun shines!! Big doings this week....Jennifer and I are going to Houston...shopping, going to see Justin...shopping, having fun with Lou Ellen &amp;amp; Charles...shopping, seeing a cool show, Bruce &amp;amp; Kelly at the Mucky Duck...and, oh yeah, shopping. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-3467108980745204252?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/3467108980745204252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=3467108980745204252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/3467108980745204252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/3467108980745204252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-7858325316803671833</id><published>2009-12-02T21:57:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:40:31.872-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Typewriter Keys art'/><title type='text'>Pottery Barn, on the cheap</title><content type='html'>I'm not much into crafts, but when I read a blog about this project, I thought well, if I mess it up, no great loss, what the heck. The inspiration came from Pottery Barn; here's their bigger, nicer, pricey version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/products/typewriter-keys/?pkey=cwall-art"&gt;http://www.potterybarn.com/products/typewriter-keys/?pkey=cwall-art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the more modest, smaller, MUCH cheaper thing I was going to attempt to make:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picklesandcheeseblog.blogspot.com/search/label/Vintage%20Typewriter%20Keys"&gt;Pickles and Cheese&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just looked fun! Before I could back out I bought all the supplies and...and...told people. It's one thing to say you might do something, but after you say you WILL, you just have to. So I did! Lisa made one too. Andrea worked on another project, for Santa. Jennifer and Chris helped with getting the grid straight and painting the edges of the circles, but I did the rest. Here's a few shots, in progress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SxdDypznCiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/uvJ4AAe8lJs/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410868014803782178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SxdDypznCiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/uvJ4AAe8lJs/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got this far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SxdDzVRpjpI/AAAAAAAAAaM/b35tMeP-Rrc/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410868026472500882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SxdDzVRpjpI/AAAAAAAAAaM/b35tMeP-Rrc/s400/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I did the stenciling and white circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SxdEWrftMDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/FFqSWDnUj4Q/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410868633732460594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SxdEWrftMDI/AAAAAAAAAaU/FFqSWDnUj4Q/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stained it twice and there it is, my Pottery Barn art project! I think it's cool. I may add some more stain...or not. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SxdFwMQNm3I/AAAAAAAAAac/HK6bKMx8vuY/s1600-h/P1010697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410870171534203762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SxdFwMQNm3I/AAAAAAAAAac/HK6bKMx8vuY/s400/P1010697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-7858325316803671833?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7858325316803671833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=7858325316803671833&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/7858325316803671833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/7858325316803671833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2009/12/vintage-typewriter-keys.html' title='Pottery Barn, on the cheap'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SxdDypznCiI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/uvJ4AAe8lJs/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-7307408823304986414</id><published>2009-11-16T18:15:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:47:05.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Veloma, from Cajun Country!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My nephew Matthew reports to the MTC day after tomorrow. He's been called to serve a mission in Antananarivo, Madagascar. He will teach the gospel in their native language, Malagasy. We're so excited for him!!! Here's his Mission Blog for those who want to follow: &lt;a href="http://mattlovesmadagascar.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mattlovesmadagascar.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He and Lou Ellen came to Louisiana a few weeks ago and we tried to have as much fun as we could....lots of delicious food was involved, including: cracklins, boudin, strawberry cake, and Andouille Chicken. Any more fun and we'd have ended up in the ER. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing Matt did that weekend was to sing in church on Sunday. I was so happy that he &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; got to do that. He sang a beautiful rendition of "Whole Again" and it was awesome!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish our whole family had been there, but it was still wonderful.  Our group:&lt;br /&gt;Don, me, Matt, Lou Ellen and Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwH6j-St6AI/AAAAAAAAAYk/hPR0N_IVtKU/s1600/P1010634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404876523745175554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwH6j-St6AI/AAAAAAAAAYk/hPR0N_IVtKU/s400/P1010634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwH0AmqDBqI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hgMR-bpkjSc/s1600/P1010636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404869319035389602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwH0AmqDBqI/AAAAAAAAAXs/hgMR-bpkjSc/s400/P1010636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwH0BFgTI8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/-q00Sj4bltc/s1600/P1010637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404869327316001730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwH0BFgTI8I/AAAAAAAAAX0/-q00Sj4bltc/s400/P1010637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwH2A2VY7iI/AAAAAAAAAYE/DxZvwI1CqRM/s1600/P1010635a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404871522266967586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwH2A2VY7iI/AAAAAAAAAYE/DxZvwI1CqRM/s400/P1010635a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwHykUNmEEI/AAAAAAAAAXc/VpVXSsj808s/s1600/P1010633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404867733536247874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwHykUNmEEI/AAAAAAAAAXc/VpVXSsj808s/s400/P1010633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwH0BVos_8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/_A8meEcM_HE/s1600/P1010641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404869331646218178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwH0BVos_8I/AAAAAAAAAX8/_A8meEcM_HE/s400/P1010641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwH2BrXxu6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/1Lr1ehTbN0k/s1600/P1010646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404871536504060834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwH2BrXxu6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/1Lr1ehTbN0k/s400/P1010646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwH2BZBKL6I/AAAAAAAAAYM/B-Ee5f29T9Q/s1600/P1010643a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404871531577356194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwH2BZBKL6I/AAAAAAAAAYM/B-Ee5f29T9Q/s400/P1010643a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you Matt, we'll miss you!!! &lt;br /&gt;Aunt Susan and Uncle Don ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(fyi to readers: Veloma means "goodbye" in Malagasy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwH2JMCcQ_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/UGZpScL4gTM/s1600/P1010631a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404871665532027890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SwH2JMCcQ_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/UGZpScL4gTM/s400/P1010631a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-7307408823304986414?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7307408823304986414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=7307408823304986414&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/7307408823304986414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Day</title><content type='html'>The photo book I made is posted below, it's fun to listen to Taylor at the same time! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpVo1hntbY0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpVo1hntbY0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-613845235740100806?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/613845235740100806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=613845235740100806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/613845235740100806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I was looking at pictures of Halloween from long ago. I meant to scan some of our photos from when the kids were little, but so far I haven't gotten to it. Maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer &amp;amp; Chris are ALL about Halloween. They like the parties, dressing up, decorations and all. They also like winning costume contests, especially when there's a cash prize. When they were in Utah, they went to a big party each year and won 1st place for their costumes. You can see why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006: the Black-Widow Spider and the Exterminator:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SuYj-U8vQ-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/oai4cW0tc20/s1600-h/DSC00930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397040757132444642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SuYj-U8vQ-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/oai4cW0tc20/s400/DSC00930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007: Homer &amp;amp; Marge Simpson:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SuH-SYhmnoI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6cJBI11dKX4/s1600-h/DSC01248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395873420341059202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SuH-SYhmnoI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6cJBI11dKX4/s400/DSC01248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007: Cowgirl (Katie Baxter Montou) and Marge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SuH-S8wZ0TI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6OheZ-tvBpI/s1600-h/DSC01250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395873430066811186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SuH-S8wZ0TI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6OheZ-tvBpI/s400/DSC01250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008: Scary Creature holding hands with an M &amp;amp; M cutie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SuYj-BKF9XI/AAAAAAAAAXA/0AUq7XIP6BQ/s1600-h/DSC02243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397040751819748722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SuYj-BKF9XI/AAAAAAAAAXA/0AUq7XIP6BQ/s400/DSC02243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what they have in mind for this year, but Chris has already practiced walking on stilts that he made so he'll be an imposing figure for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our grandgirls are old enough to get into the act too. I just mailed them Halloween treat bags from us...filled with candy, a shirt, some stickers and pencils. I love fixing it for them and they love getting it! They have big plans for trick or treating, because that means even more C-A-N-D-Y. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2007: The Cowardly Lion (Kirra) and Dorothy (Alahna):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SufjzOFh9fI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/t1HXAdp_Rgc/s1600-h/DSC01253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 372px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397533147520955890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SufjzOFh9fI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/t1HXAdp_Rgc/s400/DSC01253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008: Fairy princess ballerinas: (&lt;i&gt;angels!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SuH-RzAOY7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/zhf54WaTbkw/s1600-h/Halloween+08+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395873410268947378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SuH-RzAOY7I/AAAAAAAAAWI/zhf54WaTbkw/s400/Halloween+08+121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With wings to match... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SuH-Rb4fEqI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VZyrxVPfLfI/s1600-h/Halloween+08+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395873404062470818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SuH-Rb4fEqI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VZyrxVPfLfI/s400/Halloween+08+118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-8986724162699893580?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8986724162699893580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=8986724162699893580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/8986724162699893580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/8986724162699893580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2009/10/ghosts-of-halloweens-past.html' title='Ghosts, Goblins, Witches and things that go BUMP in the night...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SuYj-U8vQ-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/oai4cW0tc20/s72-c/DSC00930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-2295143218769207105</id><published>2009-10-09T11:45:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:25:21.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Friday Photos</title><content type='html'>Just because it's Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this, it's Jennifer swimming with Payton, summer 05. He's so cute. Is there anything more darling than a four year old???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss7PsXR6SPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/nCWUhdB1TwE/s1600-h/P8080368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390474165079394546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss7PsXR6SPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/nCWUhdB1TwE/s400/P8080368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was after our moms &amp;amp; daughters lunch. These three girls were in the same classes, Spark and regular, from 1st grade on. They're smart as whips, sweet (mostly) and really fun to be around. It's cool to have friends that have known you forever...lucky girls!&lt;br /&gt;L to R: Magen, Julia, and Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss6olX_KIQI/AAAAAAAAAVg/dwmDftpOb5E/s1600-h/P6110847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390431164056609026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss6olX_KIQI/AAAAAAAAAVg/dwmDftpOb5E/s400/P6110847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason (center) on the day he graduated from the Los Angeles Police Academy. It was a stirring and solemn ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss6l8VfY1SI/AAAAAAAAAVY/dxC43koe0VU/s1600-h/P8180876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390428259988591906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss6l8VfY1SI/AAAAAAAAAVY/dxC43koe0VU/s400/P8180876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin, Jennifer and Jason...just hanging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss6l79poXoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/sgtfCihvtLk/s1600-h/P1020982+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390428253589102210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss6l79poXoI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/sgtfCihvtLk/s400/P1020982+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture's for Donna...thought it might inspire you to make a sign for the U2 concert. I made this for a Keith concert in Salt Lake City in Sept. '05, painted it on a fabric scrap I got from Goodwill for $1. Bummer though, the venue would not allow signs, so I gave it to Keith's bass player. But I wish I'd kept it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss6SeTJQiVI/AAAAAAAAAUo/lYTEPwi7MPc/s1600-h/P9160448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390406853241899346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss6SeTJQiVI/AAAAAAAAAUo/lYTEPwi7MPc/s400/P9160448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer &amp;amp; Chris wait for Justin's band to take the stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss7PutZ8y9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/ROo5FKyip3A/s1600-h/P1010510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390474205378431954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss7PutZ8y9I/AAAAAAAAAV4/ROo5FKyip3A/s400/P1010510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kirra &amp;amp; Alahna, dressed up for Easter Sunday. One word for these grandgirls of mine...&lt;i&gt;adorable!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss6Sf1r6olI/AAAAAAAAAVI/NqABRGmVbCs/s1600-h/HPIM2156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390406879693939282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss6Sf1r6olI/AAAAAAAAAVI/NqABRGmVbCs/s400/HPIM2156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do after you graduate from BYU and hear Vice-President Dick Cheney speak at your commencement? No, you don't go to Disneyland, you pose by the Cougar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss6SfK2OuPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ruaRxOmimuA/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390406868194474226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss6SfK2OuPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ruaRxOmimuA/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Clarissa and Jennifer pay homage to that symbol of all Cougars everywhere....Chocolate Milk from the Creamery! And yes, they actually DO hand out chocolate milk after graduation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss6SfiWS3VI/AAAAAAAAAVA/yxjdC-ix3Ug/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390406874502978898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss6SfiWS3VI/AAAAAAAAAVA/yxjdC-ix3Ug/s400/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture the photographer shot outside the temple at Jennifer's wedding. I think it was one of those moments where if you'd been at a funeral, you'd try to contain yourself, but since it was a wedding...let the good times roll!&lt;br /&gt;L to R: Kristin, Andrea, Rita and Gwen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss6Sekd5fHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/SrMtdlBEShE/s1600-h/D006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390406857891871858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss6Sekd5fHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/SrMtdlBEShE/s400/D006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-2295143218769207105?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/2295143218769207105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=2295143218769207105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2295143218769207105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/2295143218769207105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-friday-photos.html' title='Fun Friday Photos'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ss7PsXR6SPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/nCWUhdB1TwE/s72-c/P8080368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-5716489046465870098</id><published>2009-10-05T23:34:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:24:32.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red-neck Girl...for a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Redneck girl likes to cruise in Daddy's pickup truck&lt;br /&gt;And a redneck girl plays her heart when she's down on her luck" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was singing that tune last weekend! Hunting season is just days away and the guys on the Lease are ready. So some of the hunters decided to have girls day before the real deal begins. It was my first time there. I always pictured going on one of those glorious fall days - you know...clear, cool and dry, where the wind whips through the trees and the leaves fly through the air, my favorite kind of day!!! But that would be a perfect day, and last Saturday was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had lots of rain lately so before I got there, my first thought was...how bad can it be? My second thought, after arriving, was...someone better have mosquito spray. All the guys kept saying what a good day it was. Well...if damp turning warm and muggy, and semi-muddy is good, then OK, I guess??  We girls looked slightly dubious when we got there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ssq5NQfqVQI/AAAAAAAAATU/b2qe06JoATQ/s1600-h/P1010588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389323541519422722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ssq5NQfqVQI/AAAAAAAAATU/b2qe06JoATQ/s400/P1010588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that we were pretty happy to go 4-wheelin' with the guys. We went on a tour of the stands: Don's Harley Stand (all self-respecting deer hunters name their stands), his River Stand, his Box Blind, Billy's Cypress-Tree Stand (aka Bonnie's stand), his East Boundary Stand, and of course we took a whirl around Rattlesnake, and the Sand Bar, where rumor has it that the big cat (black panther) roams. But we weren't afraid, our guys were packin' heat. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ssq5-PxiHqI/AAAAAAAAATk/qia9r3_nhoE/s1600-h/P1010592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389324383139536546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ssq5-PxiHqI/AAAAAAAAATk/qia9r3_nhoE/s400/P1010592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went shooting at the bridge. I'm not a bad shot, if I do say so myself. I think it would be fun to go to a shooting range and practice. Sounds like a plan. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ssq593QwrMI/AAAAAAAAATc/7MVWTsvDAwk/s1600-h/P1010620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389324376559627458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ssq593QwrMI/AAAAAAAAATc/7MVWTsvDAwk/s400/P1010620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer poses on Zack's tractor, it belonged to his Pawpaw. That thing may be old and ugly as sin, but Don says it gets the job done. A bushhog on the back comes in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ssq4K9tODqI/AAAAAAAAATM/875eNMmDKfA/s1600-h/P1010596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389322402604650146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ssq4K9tODqI/AAAAAAAAATM/875eNMmDKfA/s400/P1010596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SsrDxt-1bsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9MS3wqLe5iE/s1600-h/P1010608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389335163026370242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SsrDxt-1bsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9MS3wqLe5iE/s400/P1010608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SsrDXVpY94I/AAAAAAAAATs/dkGVcedGVvk/s1600-h/P1010593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389334709817374594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SsrDXVpY94I/AAAAAAAAATs/dkGVcedGVvk/s400/P1010593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not likely to give up shopping and pedicures and Keith Urban-izing for deer hunting, but still...being a red neck girl for a day was kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ssq2hgho0lI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0I07n7ZCrjQ/s1600-h/P1010599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389320590885179986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ssq2hgho0lI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0I07n7ZCrjQ/s400/P1010599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-5716489046465870098?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/5716489046465870098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=5716489046465870098&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/5716489046465870098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/5716489046465870098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2009/10/red-neck-womanfor-day.html' title='Red-neck Girl...for a day'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Ssq5NQfqVQI/AAAAAAAAATU/b2qe06JoATQ/s72-c/P1010588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-8999282258075461705</id><published>2009-09-24T01:25:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:01:41.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Galveston</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;“Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear your sea winds blowin”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for Labor Day weekend, we wanted to go somewhere fun but not too far away…I’m not a fan of long car trips. So Galveston was calling my name. We got a reservation, packed fast and hit the road. Jennifer &amp;amp; Chris came along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left on Friday and drove straight there. We were meeting Lou Ellen, Charles and Matt at Gaido's, the world renown seafood restaurant: &lt;a href="http://www.gaidos.com/"&gt;http://www.gaidos.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was pricey…I’d been there once before with Lou Ellen &amp;amp; Charles and had been blown away by the oysters. Good oysters are hard to come by and those were amazing. So we were expecting good stuff! The traffic was light, and the ferry was fast so we arrived first. Jen was reading the menu when she said, “Mom, I don’t see oysters.” And I, so sure of myself, said, “Well of course they have oysters.” Uh, no. Actually, they only serve FRESH seafood, and it’s not oyster season. No way!! Don't tell me that, I've been dreaming about those oysters for a month! We were so disappointed, at least the oyster eaters among us were (this did not include Don or Chris). It was a nice dinner, but not amazing. I had the shrimp but the lump crab cakes we had for appetizers was the best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun on the ferry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srm3SkHRSJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/A8QYOYU47OM/s1600-h/P1010443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384536359057836178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srm3SkHRSJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/A8QYOYU47OM/s400/P1010443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srm3SAZmPfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/087A84O1E4g/s1600-h/P1010445a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384536349471030770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srm3SAZmPfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/087A84O1E4g/s400/P1010445a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srmw_uD7HNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xNoUYckSw7o/s1600-h/P1010448a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384529438240873682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srmw_uD7HNI/AAAAAAAAAPk/xNoUYckSw7o/s400/P1010448a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gang at Gaido's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srm3TMvi9FI/AAAAAAAAAQM/OKwF-v07kJw/s1600-h/P1010472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384536369964184658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srm3TMvi9FI/AAAAAAAAAQM/OKwF-v07kJw/s400/P1010472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lou Ellen &amp;amp; I posing in front of the copper dive helmets on display. Yes, we look wild-eyed and bushy tailed. That's the Lyons in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr3SLrc9OI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/XiHg4Weu_Uc/s1600-h/P1010474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384888196219598050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr3SLrc9OI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/XiHg4Weu_Uc/s400/P1010474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrsDSFTdwiI/AAAAAAAAASc/FxiZSVokdCM/s1600-h/P1010476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384901388647907874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrsDSFTdwiI/AAAAAAAAASc/FxiZSVokdCM/s400/P1010476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrmxAW8NUWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zfd8DasmGh4/s1600-h/P1010471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384529449214366050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrmxAW8NUWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zfd8DasmGh4/s400/P1010471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to Schlitterbahn. I’m a chicken when it comes to water, but I figured I'd sit in the sun and do the lazy river. Yes, sometimes you float, but many times you get tossed and thrown around like crazy, with fast moving water...uh, not sure about that, but yes I did it, several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the waterpark, we met Lou Ellen &amp;amp; Charles on the beach for a cookout. They brought Guy, their dog too. We had a ball!!! I love the beach even though sand is a hassle. Charles grilled hamburgers and we just sat around talking. One drunk man came up and wanted to "talk" to Guy. What, he wants to talk to the dog?? Lou Ellen just told him that Guy (the dog) only speaks to family, ha! Hey it sounds good to me. We finished up the night at Yogurt Bear, where Guy licked all our cups clean. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr3TPeiyNI/AAAAAAAAARM/At4hPGWFWhg/s1600-h/P1010486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384888214419065042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr3TPeiyNI/AAAAAAAAARM/At4hPGWFWhg/s400/P1010486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer holding Guy, the family dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr4zzgDdFI/AAAAAAAAARk/6PbpyTpl8AE/s1600-h/P1010496a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384889873356518482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr4zzgDdFI/AAAAAAAAARk/6PbpyTpl8AE/s400/P1010496a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr3ThxXzLI/AAAAAAAAARU/tuwlYI8Q-GM/s1600-h/P1010488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384888219329875122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr3ThxXzLI/AAAAAAAAARU/tuwlYI8Q-GM/s400/P1010488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr3SkwAoHI/AAAAAAAAARE/G3xDsVXe310/s1600-h/P1010484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384888202949599346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr3SkwAoHI/AAAAAAAAARE/G3xDsVXe310/s400/P1010484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr4ze0P_mI/AAAAAAAAARc/Wz4fuRjsgc0/s1600-h/P1010490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384889867804081762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr4ze0P_mI/AAAAAAAAARc/Wz4fuRjsgc0/s400/P1010490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr6dONzlvI/AAAAAAAAASE/TV3YfrMG03E/s1600-h/P1010489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384891684414002930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr6dONzlvI/AAAAAAAAASE/TV3YfrMG03E/s400/P1010489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrsB-mLuLZI/AAAAAAAAASM/gDmpqYZ_sCc/s1600-h/P1010501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384899954364788114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrsB-mLuLZI/AAAAAAAAASM/gDmpqYZ_sCc/s400/P1010501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after we were kind of lazy. We got up, ate breakfast at the hotel and headed for Kemah around noon. Kemah's got such a cute boardwalk area, but it was too hot. I want to go back in the evening next time. There was a restaurant nearby that Jennifer wanted us to try but they were closed, so in our quest to ONLY eat at places that we don't have at home, we drove back to Alvin and went to Joe's Bar-B-Q. It was tasty! Then we went back to Lou Ellen's and I made gumbo for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr5r_Qb3GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/0I3nvkf6u3E/s1600-h/P1010507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384890838584908898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr5r_Qb3GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/0I3nvkf6u3E/s400/P1010507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr5rTpBd4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/re7Zksp5s2o/s1600-h/P1010506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384890826876876674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srr5rTpBd4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/re7Zksp5s2o/s400/P1010506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day was Monday, Labor Day. We checked out of our hotel and met up with the gang in Silverlake...don't ask me what town that is, but that's what the area is called. The girls (Lou, Jen and me) hit our stores, and the guys (Don, Charles, Matt and Chris) went to Fry's and Bass Pro-Shops. We met at Gringo's for lunch. I found some good bargains (got a pair of bronze Born sandals for $17!) but we ran out of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had an awesome weekend and all I can say is that I have a new appreciation for Galveston and I AM going back. When Gaido's has oysters. I'll call first. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-8999282258075461705?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/8999282258075461705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=8999282258075461705&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/8999282258075461705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/8999282258075461705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2009/09/galveston.html' title='Galveston'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/Srm3SkHRSJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/A8QYOYU47OM/s72-c/P1010443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-1203774326444593907</id><published>2009-09-17T00:05:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:02:02.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Times, Sweet Friends</title><content type='html'>Last month we had a fun baby shower for Ivy (Pogue) Huntington, to celebrate her baby girl, due in December. We (Andrea, Kristin, Joan and me) were taking advantage of a window of opportunity when &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; could be here - Gwen, Ivy, Martha (Gwen's mom), and Mary (Brad's mom). Everything worked out perfectly!! A good friend of Gwen's (from Saudi) is Debbie Stratford, who is also a good friend of Lou Ellen's (from Texas). Debbie was in Houston for the summer, and she and Lou Ellen decided to come over and help us throw the shower! We had a delightful night, and after the shower we ended up at Gwen's (where else??) until nearly 2 am, talking and laughing. The next day we all went for lunch at Steamboat Bill's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Debbie left, she said she had thank you gifts for Lou Ellen and me. I was absolutely stunned to open it and see that Debbie gave us each a Wilton Armetale pitcher in the Flutes &amp;amp; Pearls pattern!! I unabashedly love, love, LOVE it!!! Debbie is a collector of Wilton Armetale, and she really is an expert on the line. I had a couple of pieces but had never seen the pitcher. If you're not familiar with Wilton Armetale, it's hand-crafted serveware that is gorgeous and captivating, and so practical too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took photos (a bit fuzzy) both the "Can you believe this?" one (which we recreated) and the "We're tickled pink!" one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrHFsOC49JI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tRDfzX9ClPU/s1600-h/P1010402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382300393159586962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrHFsOC49JI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tRDfzX9ClPU/s400/P1010402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrHFsj8R-HI/AAAAAAAAAPA/PK71yII0RI8/s1600-h/P1010403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382300399037446258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrHFsj8R-HI/AAAAAAAAAPA/PK71yII0RI8/s400/P1010403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie is a kind and generous friend, and it was such fun to get to know her. We have so much in common too. I'm so glad I got to meet her...but man, I wish Lou Ellen and I could go visit the Kingdom just once, so we could traipse through the streets with Debbie and Gwen!!! Oh well, at least we can hear all about it from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrHFN482fSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kVUjac5RKFA/s1600-h/P1010584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382299872101039394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrHFN482fSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kVUjac5RKFA/s400/P1010584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie, Lou Ellen and me at Ivy's shower. (from Gwen's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrHFtFFjALI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ipyny0LC94Y/s1600-h/summer+fun+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382300407934681266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrHFtFFjALI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ipyny0LC94Y/s400/summer+fun+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I pass my hutch and see my pitcher I feel a little flutter of joy...and smile when I think of happy times and sweet friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrHFMffwDoI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kSzDRaUERPc/s1600-h/P1010586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382299848088227458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrHFMffwDoI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kSzDRaUERPc/s400/P1010586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-1203774326444593907?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/1203774326444593907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=1203774326444593907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/1203774326444593907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/1203774326444593907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-times-sweet-friends.html' title='Happy Times, Sweet Friends'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SrHFsOC49JI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tRDfzX9ClPU/s72-c/P1010402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-7537656352718590880</id><published>2009-09-11T13:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:46:41.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Friday Photos</title><content type='html'>Just a few fun photos. Jennifer, Jen Rose-Potter, Clarissa and Sarah on Clarissa &amp;amp; Wade's big day. The jewelry Jennifer is wearing is over 50 years old, it belonged to my Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqqGLXdH6oI/AAAAAAAAANg/lMJ7JAqQqZY/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380260234680330882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqqGLXdH6oI/AAAAAAAAANg/lMJ7JAqQqZY/s400/068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirra with the blanket Aunt Lou Ellen made her before she was born. During the Rita evacuation, Lou Ellen's friend Margaret came over and we had gumbo for lunch and tied the quilt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqqNMj08IdI/AAAAAAAAAN4/SnSaRJPYKi4/s1600-h/Halloween+08+187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380267951762710994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqqNMj08IdI/AAAAAAAAAN4/SnSaRJPYKi4/s400/Halloween+08+187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alahna with glasses, I don't think she wears them much but she's darling here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqqQ26fCceI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SACvyFstO2c/s1600-h/Alahna+Glasses.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/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqqQ26fCceI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SACvyFstO2c/s400/Alahna+Glasses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380271977934254562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland, are we having fun yet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqqGK3VjKxI/AAAAAAAAANY/tErknveRWFM/s1600-h/129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380260226058627858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqqGK3VjKxI/AAAAAAAAANY/tErknveRWFM/s400/129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the kids adore Uncle Chris...you can see why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqqGKR1MeJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bN4FPCem-8c/s1600-h/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380260215990810770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqqGKR1MeJI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bN4FPCem-8c/s400/IMG_0190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A rare moment when my brother and sister and I were together and there was a camera handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqnGtds0GiI/AAAAAAAAANI/9Ipl0YTa-CI/s1600-h/Halloween+08+193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380049714239773218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqnGtds0GiI/AAAAAAAAANI/9Ipl0YTa-CI/s400/Halloween+08+193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don forgot everything he never knew about fixing little girls hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqnGs4Xb2bI/AAAAAAAAANA/qRlhNbKtHnQ/s1600-h/Halloween+08+133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380049704217991602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqnGs4Xb2bI/AAAAAAAAANA/qRlhNbKtHnQ/s400/Halloween+08+133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers-in-law and partners in crime. They are the brave (and oh so lucky) men to have married the Lyons girls.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqqNNCaV7XI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SNv9rlqAYeI/s1600-h/Halloween+08+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380267959972654450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqqNNCaV7XI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SNv9rlqAYeI/s400/Halloween+08+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer and me last Christmas, the purpose of this one is to say I love her hair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqqKnbmAhQI/AAAAAAAAANw/LG_CBwSuqX4/s1600-h/Halloween+08+221a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380265114874184962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqqKnbmAhQI/AAAAAAAAANw/LG_CBwSuqX4/s400/Halloween+08+221a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4681857723425759020-7537656352718590880?l=susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/feeds/7537656352718590880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4681857723425759020&amp;postID=7537656352718590880&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/7537656352718590880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4681857723425759020/posts/default/7537656352718590880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-daysgoby.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-friday-photos.html' title='Fun Friday Photos'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11299507536000107945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P_rfcxmD1kA/Td1aFPeQ8wI/AAAAAAAABgQ/Asp4C4_KEkw/s220/8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HZsWvfmQnL4/SqqGLXdH6oI/AAAAAAAAANg/lMJ7JAqQqZY/s72-c/068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4681857723425759020.post-4502278166905084472</id><published>2009-09-04T00:08:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:44:01.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes!</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about shoes. It's hard for me to find shoes that are comfortable, that look good (my version of good) and are made from quality leather. I don't do heels really, not at all. Some of my aunts on my dad's side had to have foot surgery for bunions...and the Dr. told them that if they hadn't tried to jam their feet in heels for years, they could have avoided a whole lot of suffering. So, I realized that...that I'm just &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; that interested  in suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Dillard's and spent a good bit of time in the shoe department. I tried on at least 10 pairs of shoes. No dice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worn Clarks, and they're good but not perfect. I wear Asics Gels to the gym and really, to run around in the winter. In the summer I wear leather sandals. But these are my favorite shoes right now - I got them last Christmas. They're the Born Codder...I have them in chocolate, and my friend RaeAnn has some in black. Here's a pic of them in red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_
