<?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-37935533</id><updated>2012-01-16T07:42:45.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracy and the kids</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm just a Mom of three GREAT kids (Jacob-13, Hayley-11, Ruby 5 1/2) doing my best to raise them right and have fun in the process!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-6444847362614914224</id><published>2010-03-01T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:59:04.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious!</title><content type='html'>I made a great dinner tonight. The kids ate everything put in front of them and more.
Here is the recipe from Cooks.com:&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GERMAN PANCAKE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually doubled the recipe and used a 13x9x2 pan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 cup flour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span class="showforprint"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1/2 cup milk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="showforprint"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1/2 cube (1/4 cup or tbsp) butter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 eggs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melt butter in 8" x 8" X 2" casserole dish in the oven as it preheats to 425F degrees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beat all other ingredients together. Slosh melted butter around the sides of the casserole dish, and then pour batter of other ingredients into butter and bake in center of oven for 20 min.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Serve with powdered sugar sprinkled over the top and/or your choice of syrup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ours was topped with mixed berries and served with ham steaks on the side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; So Good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSNFB1LsEyI/SNETMJlV5SI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/H2kG8Wf5H1o/s400/German+Pancake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSNFB1LsEyI/SNETMJlV5SI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/H2kG8Wf5H1o/s400/German+Pancake.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-6444847362614914224?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/6444847362614914224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=6444847362614914224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/6444847362614914224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/6444847362614914224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2010/03/delicious.html' title='Delicious!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PSNFB1LsEyI/SNETMJlV5SI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/H2kG8Wf5H1o/s72-c/German+Pancake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-5695700247347933910</id><published>2010-02-28T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:49:18.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.H.A.O.S.</title><content type='html'>At my house we are suffering from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C.H.A.O.S.&lt;/span&gt;, that is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;an't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nyone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ver &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;yndrome, because This. Place. Is. A. Mess.

&lt;p&gt;I need some help. I make lists, I make chore charts, I prioritize what should be done and you know what happens? The bare minimum. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I need help. I would love to hire a housekeeper, but the problem with this idea is that I think my family should clear their own clutter. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/S4rkOw4uaII/AAAAAAAAALE/pwpNwp4yi1s/s1600-h/canon+camera+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/S4rkOw4uaII/AAAAAAAAALE/pwpNwp4yi1s/s320/canon+camera+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443414041922791554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Proof that I DO make them clean sometimes.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am looking around my living room. I see: no less than 8 pairs of shoes (and 3 of them are mine!); 2 loads of clean laundry on the loveseat; breakfast dishes for 2 kids on the coffee table; magazines, mail, and homework on the end table; hair from the dog all over the carpet and upholstery, 2 laptops, pillows, games by the shelves they are supposed on and not actually on the shelves, and various other items....&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Yet, here I sit. Today's plan is to clean it all up and then what? How do I get my dear children to buy into the fact that once clean it should stay relatively neat?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-5695700247347933910?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/5695700247347933910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=5695700247347933910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/5695700247347933910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/5695700247347933910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2010/02/chaos.html' title='C.H.A.O.S.'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/S4rkOw4uaII/AAAAAAAAALE/pwpNwp4yi1s/s72-c/canon+camera+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-3457566616780232925</id><published>2010-01-03T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:44:14.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy January</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/S0GNfmN5yjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dmGe8vW46bA/s1600-h/IMG_2781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/S0GNfmN5yjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dmGe8vW46bA/s320/IMG_2781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422771000305109554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This little mouse is Ruby on Halloween&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's January! The month of the year that I like to think about organization and resolutions and getting the year started on the right note.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;2010 is no different.&lt;/p&gt;

For 2010 I resolve to:
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do at least one load of laundry each day. This means wash, fold and have the kids put away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan and prepare better meals. Cereal is for breakfast.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Create and implement a chore list for the kids. Force them to stick with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stick with my &lt;a href="http://www.motivatedmoms.com/"&gt;Motivated Moms&lt;/a&gt; plan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And take more pictures. I only took 3 pictures total on Christmas day!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And that's it. That's as much as I can handle.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Also, I got the tree pic by turning off the flash and opening up my shutter to increase the exposure time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-3457566616780232925?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/3457566616780232925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=3457566616780232925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/3457566616780232925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/3457566616780232925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-january.html' title='Happy January'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/S0GNfmN5yjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dmGe8vW46bA/s72-c/IMG_2781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-8772909470743160290</id><published>2009-12-29T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:43:33.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best week of the year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SzrmL4PYLhI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PACRdIzgu0I/s1600-h/IMG_2872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SzrmL4PYLhI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PACRdIzgu0I/s320/IMG_2872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420898193243647506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Our sad little tree. It is a beautiful noble fir whose branches cannot handle the weight of our ornaments. Poor droopy tree!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The week between Christmas and New Year's is my favorite of the whole year. All of the Christmas pressure is off, but the good feelings of the season are still hanging around. My house is clean-ish and there are plenty of yummy leftovers to eat. We are planning a small party for New Year's Eve, nothing really special, just good friends, good food and hopefully a good time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-8772909470743160290?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/8772909470743160290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=8772909470743160290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/8772909470743160290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/8772909470743160290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-week-of-year.html' title='The best week of the year!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SzrmL4PYLhI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PACRdIzgu0I/s72-c/IMG_2872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-929081576453959351</id><published>2009-12-27T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:09:40.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-changes...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/Sze-6enhi1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/y72aQVRoKJk/s1600-h/canon+camera+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/Sze-6enhi1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/y72aQVRoKJk/s320/canon+camera+163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420010588424211282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This is a picture of the first day of school, 2009. Jacob is a freshman, Hayley is a 7th grader and Ruby is a 1st grader.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Three kids, 3 schools. They have much better lives than I do and keeping up with their schedules is kicking me in the pants!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I started a new job with Douglas County Mental Health on July 6. It was supposed to be a 25-30 hour position with LOTS of flexibility so that I could manage being a full-time Mom and working too. Somehow the job has changed and improved (?) to be a full-time 40 hours a week benefited position. I really has turned into a career and not just a job. That is a very good thing and I love it!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Somehow I am still managing to be the Mom I want to be for the kids. I do not, however, have the time I need to do a lot of other things. Like laundry and cleaning the refrigerator and yard upkeep. I am definitely hiring a housekeeper to come in every 2 weeks. (The downside to that is that I have to have clutter cleared so that it will be effective. Another task to complete!)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Right now, the week between Christmas and New Year's is my favorite. All of the Holiday pressure is off, the house is clean-ish and there are plenty of leftovers to eat. All that is required is to enjoy family and friends and the feelings of goodwill that this time of year brings.  Happy New Year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-929081576453959351?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/929081576453959351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=929081576453959351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/929081576453959351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/929081576453959351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2009/12/ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-changes...!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/Sze-6enhi1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/y72aQVRoKJk/s72-c/canon+camera+163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-5032004899413378649</id><published>2009-01-20T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:41:18.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Political Statement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/ba/Seal_Of_The_President_Of_The_Unites_States_Of_America.svg/600px-Seal_Of_The_President_Of_The_Unites_States_Of_America.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/ba/Seal_Of_The_President_Of_The_Unites_States_Of_America.svg/600px-Seal_Of_The_President_Of_The_Unites_States_Of_America.svg.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;My name is Tracy and I am a conservative (mostly). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;I did not vote for Mr.  Obama. He is my President today and I will support him and I will pray for him and our country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;I will applaud him when he does well and I will speak up when he does not (both my opinion). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;I am not wearing black today in protest, and I am proud to be here at this point in history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;I will not compare him to JFK or MLK Jr or anyone else, this is short changing him, he has the potential to be better or worse than either of these men, I am going to judge him on his actions alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;I am going to champion democracy and discourage socialism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;I will do my best to be what an American should be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;And I will continue to vote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;I will believe in the rights of individuals and the rights of states and continue to believe that the federal government is growing uncontrollably under every administration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;I believe that all people over the age of 18 should be able to marry whom they choose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;I don't believe in abortion, but I do believe that I can't control your body- your body, your decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;Sharia law scares the h*ll out of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;Have a great day today and let's be happy for all that we have in this country, there are worse things than the other party winning any election. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;Good luck Mr Obama and thank you for your service Mr Bush, may you both be blessed.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-5032004899413378649?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/5032004899413378649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=5032004899413378649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/5032004899413378649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/5032004899413378649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-political-statement.html' title='My Political Statement'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-3009199308845936430</id><published>2009-01-19T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:06:54.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating, ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.love-sessions.com/images/images/online_dating_regular_dating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.love-sessions.com/images/images/online_dating_regular_dating.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I went on a date last night.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was with a 40-year old guy who manages a more decent restaurant in Roseburg. (not fast food)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I don't think I am wanting too much from a person? They  have to be intelligent and tall. And eventually they have to be a good kisser. I am even negotiable on the tallness and will forgive some intelligence.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This guy struck out completely.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He wasn't tall enough. Only about 5' 11", so if I wear heels, I am taller. But that didn't rule him out right off the bat.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;He wasn't that smart. He did tell me he got his GED rather than diploma, which wouldn't automatically disqualify him either. But, he couldn't keep up! I have a dry, witty sense of humor and he really didn't get it. Or he got it waaay too late.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I learned a lot about him, his life, his kids, his divorce....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but I'm not sure I got to say a whole lot.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;AND THEN he kissed me! eeeeeeeeew....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;NOT a good kisser at all.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So, back to the damn drawing board.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hate dating. I hate dating strangers.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But, even more than I hate dating, I hate being single...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-3009199308845936430?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/3009199308845936430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=3009199308845936430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/3009199308845936430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/3009199308845936430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2009/01/dating-ugh.html' title='Dating, ugh'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-3157619915085318729</id><published>2009-01-11T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:09:26.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I want/Things I'm saving for</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adisneyland.disney.go.com/media/dlr_v0200/en_US/map/DLRLowbandMap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 226px;" src="http://adisneyland.disney.go.com/media/dlr_v0200/en_US/map/DLRLowbandMap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/home/home?name=HomePage#"&gt;DISNEYLAND! &lt;/a&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Furniture&lt;/span&gt;
Still debating the merits of fabric vs. leather. Any suggestions?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a248.e.akamai.net/7/248/2041/1501/as-images.apple.com/is/image/AppleInc/MA627?wid=185&amp;amp;hei=185&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg&amp;amp;qlt=95&amp;amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;amp;resMode=bicub&amp;amp;op_usm=0.5,0.5,0,0&amp;amp;iccEmbed=0&amp;amp;layer=comp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://a248.e.akamai.net/7/248/2041/1501/as-images.apple.com/is/image/AppleInc/MA627?wid=185&amp;amp;hei=185&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg&amp;amp;qlt=95&amp;amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;amp;resMode=bicub&amp;amp;op_usm=0.5,0.5,0,0&amp;amp;iccEmbed=0&amp;amp;layer=comp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://a248.e.akamai.net/7/248/2041/1501/as-images.apple.com/is/image/AppleInc/MA627?wid=185&amp;amp;hei=185&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg&amp;amp;qlt=95&amp;amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;amp;resMode=bicub&amp;amp;op_usm=0.5,0.5,0,0&amp;amp;iccEmbed=0&amp;amp;layer=comp"&gt;iPod Touch   &lt;/a&gt;(This is a refurbished one)
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.costco.com/Images/Content/Product/371695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 198px;" src="http://content.costco.com/Images/Content/Product/371695.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.costco.com/Browse/Product.aspx?Prodid=11330203&amp;amp;whse=BC&amp;amp;topnav=&amp;amp;browse=&amp;amp;lang=en-US"&gt; This is a GREAT Costco.com deal!&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shoebuy.com/pi/brown/brown255606_111190_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 108px;" src="http://www.shoebuy.com/pi/brown/brown255606_111190_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shoebuy.com/franco-sarto-cash/255606/560610"&gt;Franco Sarto Loafers&lt;/a&gt; (these are musts)

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://app2.sellersourcebook.com/users/3670/redtempe01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 180px;" src="http://app2.sellersourcebook.com/users/3670/redtempe01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/BRIGHTON-Cherry-Red-Patent-TEMPE-Handbag-NEW-IN-BOX_W0QQitemZ270327475706QQcmdZViewItemQQptZUS_CSA_WH_Handbags?_trksid=p3286.m20.l1116"&gt;Brighton Purse&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ww2.tagheuer.com/_images2005/watches/big/84a5e17aa213d219f866b4ada52b9448/WJF1415.BA0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 283px;" src="http://ww2.tagheuer.com/_images2005/watches/big/84a5e17aa213d219f866b4ada52b9448/WJF1415.BA0589.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.watchesbydesign.com/wjf1415-ba0589-tag-heuer.html"&gt;TAG Heuer Pink Diamond Watch&lt;/a&gt; (this one's never gonna happen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-3157619915085318729?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/3157619915085318729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=3157619915085318729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/3157619915085318729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/3157619915085318729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-i-wantthings-im-saving-for.html' title='Things I want/Things I&apos;m saving for'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-3389488834318956987</id><published>2009-01-10T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:07:06.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up, boring style</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We go a $50 gift card to Target for Christmas. There isn't a Target within 75 miles of here and I would rather not use it online. Isn't there someplace that I can trade it for another store card?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washer froze during the cold weather INSIDE the washer and is still not fixed. had to order parts online and I chose a schmuck company&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dryer is also broken. My fault. i tried to dry a load that was waaay too wet and burned something in the control panel. See above for my lament about parts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The laundry mat sucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only 8 more school days until the end of the semester. NOW is when many of the kids I work with are finally interested in getting their grades above an "F". Sorry buds, I think you are SOL... Should have started this process at least 5 weeks ago!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hayley has been dramatically sick. From puking at school to offering spectacular sound effects here at home. She is finally feeling better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I live the dullest life on the face of the earth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can't think of anything else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BORING
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-3389488834318956987?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/3389488834318956987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=3389488834318956987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/3389488834318956987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/3389488834318956987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2009/01/catching-up-boring-style.html' title='Catching up, boring style'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-7317689884085294464</id><published>2009-01-01T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:16:38.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME 2009!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://groovyvic.mu.nu/archives/images/happy-new-year.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 501px; height: 324px;" src="http://groovyvic.mu.nu/archives/images/happy-new-year.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Welcome 2009!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That last 5 years have really been the pits for me. My Mom died, my marriage ended, changes, money, goals, expectations, plans... There have been a lot of disappointments.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As 2008 was winding down I promised myself that good thing were to come and I was going to make it happen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was important to me to ring in the New Year not as ho-hum as I have in the past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I succeeded!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids and I had a party with 3 other families and had a great time. We had not a lot of alcohol, lots of food, drinks and a TON of illegal fireworks. I am sure my neighbors hate me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I also decided on a few resolutions.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ME the one who doesn't believe in false promises to myself.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will turn off all the lights and lock ALL the doors every night before bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will NOT keep my keys in the car, but instead bring them inside and hang them on the handy-dandy key hook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not keep my purse in the car either.
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;(I live in very rural Oregon. Down a 1/4 mile driveway with 2 dogs and at least one gun)

&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We will eat dinner at the table more times each week than we eat elsewhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will plan meals and grocery shop accordingly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will make my bed everyday. (because the bed is the biggest thing in the room, and if it is neat the rest of the room will appear to be neat. Even if it's not.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will make my kids keep their rooms clean-er. Even though they are upstairs and I really don't have to venture up there much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will find time to do something crafty at least once a week. This is important, because I feel like I am stagnating if I don't touch my creative side. I have a hard time being crafty if the rest of the house is messy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;For the most part, these are all very do-able and easy changes to make. Hopefully by posting them here I will be more accountable and be more successful!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-7317689884085294464?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/7317689884085294464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=7317689884085294464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7317689884085294464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7317689884085294464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009.html' title='WELCOME 2009!!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-6584926775991761658</id><published>2008-12-30T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:15:10.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="note_content clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stole this somewhere on facebook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. last beverage→Orange Soda&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. last phone call → Toni&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. last text message→ Ty&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. last song you listened to→ Gotta Be Somebody by Nickelback&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. last time you cried→ it's been awhile for me...Christmas Eve?&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SIX HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. dated someone twice→ yes (what a fool I was)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it? yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. lost someone special?→ yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. been depressed?→ yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. been drunk and threw up? Yes...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;navy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THIS MONTH HAVE YOU:&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Made a new friend → yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Fallen out of love → a little bit more all the time&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. Laughed until you cried → yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. Met someone who changed your life→ absolutely&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. Found out who your true friends were → yes..&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Found out someone was talking about you→yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. Have you kissed anyone on your friend's list→ yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life →lots and lots!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. How many kids do you want to have→a long time ago i thought i wanted 4, but i have 3&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. Do you have any pets →yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. Do you want to change your name→ not really&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12. What did you do for your last birthday→nothing exciting&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. what time did you wake up today → 6:36 am with the alarm&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14. What were you doing at midnight last night → texting a new friend&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. Name something you CANNOT wait for → yikes! i have nothing right now :(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;16. Last time you saw your father→Nov. 1, 2003. Not because i wanted to.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life →I wish i could pick my family&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;18. What are you listening to right now → itunes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- jack johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → yes. don't like him. at. all.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23. What's getting on your nerves right now →too many chores to do&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24. Most visited webpage → Facebook, 2Peas, and MSN weather&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;001. Whats your real name → Tracia&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;002. Niccknames: Tracy, Burnside&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;003. Relationship Status → divorced&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;004. Zodiac sign → gemini&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;005. Male or female → female&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;006. Elementary → &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Un-named schools in the Portland area&lt;/span&gt;, WL Henry, Mooberry, WL Henry&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;007. Middle School →Poynter Jr. High&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;008. Highschool →Glencoe High School&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;010. Hair colour →dirty blonde&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;011. Long or short → medium - i can't make up my mind which way to go&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;015. Are you health freak → not really&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;016. Height → 5'9&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone → yes, darn it. a blast from the past.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;018: What do you like about yourself? →I am very loyal, and thoughtful and practical and patient&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;019. Piercings →just my ears&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;020. Tattoos → one&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;021. Righty or lefty → right is tight&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;022. First surgery →never&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;023. First piercing → ears&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;024. First best friend →Nicole Noyes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;026. First sport you joined →softball&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;027. First pet : dog&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;028. First vacation→California&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;029. First concert → ?? Steve Miller band??&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;030. First crush: Daryl Rise and PETER SHEPHERD&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

CURRENTLY :&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;049. Eating →nothing&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;050. Drinking → nadav
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;052. I'm about to → serve my children dinner&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;053. Listening to → itunes - The All american rejects&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;055. Waiting → for 2009!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;058. Love? I certainly hope so&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;059. Want to get married? YES!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;060. Careers in mind? still working on my blasted degree--education?!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX? :&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;068. Lips or eyes → lips&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;069. Hugs or kisses → kisses&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;070. Shorter or taller → tall is important&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;071. Older or Younger→ age is a number&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous → both&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;073. Nice stomach or nice arms →arms please&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;074. Sensitive or loud →sensitive&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;075. Hook-up or relationship → relationship&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;077. Trouble maker or hesitant → a nice mix is good&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;p&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;078. Kissed a stranger → yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;079. Drank hard liquor →yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts → yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;081. Ran away from home → never&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;084. Broken someone's heart →i doubt it&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;085. Been arrested →no, thank goodness&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;086. Turned someone down → yeah&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;087. Cried when someone died → yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;088. Liked a guy/girl friend → yep&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;089. Yourself → mostly&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;090. Miracles → yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;091. Love at first sight → hasn't happened to me NO&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;092. Heaven → yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;093. Santa Claus →Santa is real. I am Santa.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;095. Kiss on the first date → yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;096. Angels → I hope so.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;097. Is there one person you want to be with right now? Yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;098. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;099. Do you believe in God? yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;100. Posting this as 100 Truths? yes&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-6584926775991761658?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/6584926775991761658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=6584926775991761658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/6584926775991761658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/6584926775991761658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/12/100-truths.html' title='100 Truths'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-7215036514029778587</id><published>2008-12-25T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:15:25.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you REALLY feel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is Hank, our 11 week old Springer Spaniel, telling us how he REALLY feels about Christmas!. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  IT'S HARDER THAN IT LOOKS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;USE THE 1ST LETTER OF YOUR NAME TO ANSWER EACH OF THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;. THEY HAVE TO BE REAL PLACES, NAMES,THINGS.NOTHING MADE UP!  YOU CAN'T USE YOUR NAME FOR THE BOY/GIRL NAME QUESTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style=""&gt; &lt;p style="" class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;1. What is your name:&lt;span style="" class="EC_EC_ecapple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" class="EC_EC_ec772194918-03112008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" class="EC_560162723-14112008"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" class="EC_032213623-14112008"&gt; Tracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;2. A 4 Letter Word:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" class="EC_EC_ecapple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;span style="" class="EC_220181022-17112008"&gt; true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;3. A Boys Name: &lt;span style="" class="EC_220181022-17112008"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Travis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;4. A Girls Name: &lt;span style="" class="EC_220181022-17112008"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="EC_EC_ec772194918-03112008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" class="EC_560162723-14112008"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" class="EC_032213623-14112008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;p style="" class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;5. An Occupation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" class="EC_EC_ec772194918-03112008"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;span style="" class="EC_560162723-14112008"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" class="EC_032213623-14112008"&gt; &lt;span style="" class="EC_220181022-17112008"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Teacher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;p style="" class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;6. A Color: &lt;span style="" class="EC_220181022-17112008"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Turquoise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;7. Something you wear: &lt;span style="" class="EC_220181022-17112008"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Tie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;p style="" class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;8. A Beverage:&lt;span style="" class="EC_220181022-17112008"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Tequila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;9. A&lt;span style=""&gt; Food: &lt;span style="" class="EC_220181022-17112008"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Teriyaki chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;10. Something found in the &lt;span style="" class="EC_032213623-14112008"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;athroom: &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" class="EC_220181022-17112008"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; towels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;11. A place:&lt;span style="" class="EC_220181022-17112008"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Tennessee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;12. A Reason for being late: tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;13. Something you shout: &lt;span style="" class="EC_220181022-17112008"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; Tough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="EC_EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-8254899300113448426?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/8254899300113448426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=8254899300113448426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/8254899300113448426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/8254899300113448426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/12/scattergories.html' title='SCATTERGORIES'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-201075335675079298</id><published>2008-12-21T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:58:17.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My family is so blessed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While my home is a bit shabby, we have a place to call home.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While my bank account isn't overflowing, our needs are always met.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While my job isn't always enjoyable, I am employed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While my kids keep me busy and and create chaos wherever they go, I have three healthy, wonderful children that I adore.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have a nice running vehicle with heated leather seats.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We have plenty of clothes to wear (and they're all piled up in the laundry room waiting for me).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We have food on the table&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We have family and friends who love us and help us in so many ways.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Most of all we have love....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ETA: I stole the format of this post from another blog I read somewhere, I just can't remember where to give proper credit.&lt;/span&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/37935533-201075335675079298?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/201075335675079298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=201075335675079298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/201075335675079298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/201075335675079298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-thankfulness.html' title='Christmas Thankfulness'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-8781053818902576753</id><published>2008-12-19T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:30:02.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best Christmas album EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61eyIsutP2L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61eyIsutP2L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is THE best Christmas ever. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Merry_Christmas_%28Johnny_Mathis_album%29"&gt;Merry Christmas by Johnny Mathis&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your favorite?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-8781053818902576753?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/8781053818902576753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=8781053818902576753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/8781053818902576753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/8781053818902576753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-christmas-album-ever.html' title='The best Christmas album EVER'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-3935144260244579947</id><published>2008-12-15T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:10:29.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm almost there!</title><content type='html'>I did some fast and furious internet shopping yesterday and the day before and am happy to report that I am almost done!

&lt;p&gt;Although, I am seriously considering taking back a few things so that I can get the three kids a much better Santa gift.  (Guitar Hero World tour for the wii!! I think I want it the most!)&lt;/p&gt;After talking with ex-Mother in law this afternoon, I think they will be sufficiently spoiled.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SUssegHx0dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bl2xHKgDEZI/s1600-h/snow.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SUssegHx0dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bl2xHKgDEZI/s320/snow.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281363890552295890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
And because I always love a picture--This is from last Friday morning (Dec. 12)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-3935144260244579947?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/3935144260244579947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=3935144260244579947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/3935144260244579947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/3935144260244579947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-almost-there.html' title='I&apos;m almost there!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SUssegHx0dI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bl2xHKgDEZI/s72-c/snow.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-462852537060818642</id><published>2008-12-09T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:02:04.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.asdfing.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/santa_claus_a_christmas_present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 407px;" src="http://www.asdfing.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/santa_claus_a_christmas_present.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Something you want,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;something you need, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;something to wear, &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;something to read...&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This is the little Christmas rhyme that is supposed to help keep the focus of the holiday OFF the presents.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It is supposed to simplify my shopping. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It is supposed to give me guidelines so I don't feel like I have to go completely overboard and pile the Christmas tree with commercialism.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Why do I feel guilty if I stick to the list? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Why do I feel like my kids will be disappointed on Christmas morning if I do not overwhelm them with everything their heart desires?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I swear parenting is hard! And it is not even the daily visible things that are the hardest, it is the internal struggles that you go through everyday in the process of trying to raise creatures that are lovely and worthwhile. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Or maybe I just overthink it...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-462852537060818642?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/462852537060818642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=462852537060818642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/462852537060818642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/462852537060818642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas...'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-1103065104651826628</id><published>2008-12-03T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:15:18.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from my phone!</title><content type='html'>This is so cool-- I am blogging from work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-1103065104651826628?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/1103065104651826628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=1103065104651826628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1103065104651826628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1103065104651826628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-my-phone.html' title='from my phone!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-6292766886376118441</id><published>2008-12-01T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:05:19.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trickle Down</title><content type='html'>Jacob got a new cell phone today.
Actually I got the new cell phone and he got my old one.
This is not the first time my little family has done the cell phone merry-go-round.
He got a Motorola Rokr. I loved this phone. It was so easy to use and had a ton of great features.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.macnn.com/esta/content/0710/motorokrz6-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.macnn.com/esta/content/0710/motorokrz6-lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Hayley got my last cell phone. It was a Motorola Razr. I also loved this phone.
(the only reason Jacob didn't get this phone the last time we did upgrades was because he said red razr's are kind of girly.  He, thus, was stuck with an even older phone for awhile.)

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.store.motorola.com/mot/en/US/htdocs/productMgr/datasheet/phone_v3mUSC_RED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 261px;" src="http://www.store.motorola.com/mot/en/US/htdocs/productMgr/datasheet/phone_v3mUSC_RED.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I got the new phone. I got a blackberry Pearl. I don't think I like it. After having Motorola phones for the past few years, I have gotten used to the way they work. This is a whole new interface to get used to. I think I will enjoy the SmartPhone capabilities once I finally figure them out, but in the meantime, I am struggling with even finding how to send a text message.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whitemountainwireless.com/Pearl%20Red"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 287px;" src="http://www.whitemountainwireless.com/Pearl%20Red" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I did already figure out that this phone can sync many email addresses and my Facebook account!
I bet I can even BLOG from my phone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-6292766886376118441?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/6292766886376118441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=6292766886376118441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/6292766886376118441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/6292766886376118441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/12/trickle-down.html' title='Trickle Down'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-3175252636690762727</id><published>2008-11-29T09:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:30:19.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pictoral update</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time.
A lot has happened in our lives since the last time I updated. I promise to do better.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STF9n8FacjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KX3HcjQEVbE/s1600-h/nov+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STF9n8FacjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KX3HcjQEVbE/s320/nov+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274134763724763698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

This was Halloween. Ruby was a bat. Jacob was a shadow (minus the face paint here) and Hayley was a pumpkin. Interesting thing about Hayley's costume, last year it was Ruby's.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGBAUSEGaI/AAAAAAAAAII/peVe2PFmEzk/s1600-h/pics+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGBAUSEGaI/AAAAAAAAAII/peVe2PFmEzk/s320/pics+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274138481072019874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob's football season ended and we are now on to basketball.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGA_HNTxDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Jfq12NxNSzI/s1600-h/nov+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGA_HNTxDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Jfq12NxNSzI/s320/nov+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274138460382544946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ruby played soccer with the cutest bunch of Kindergartners ever. I made that adorable banner, it was the talk of the league. Everyone wants one now!

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGA-o1GXzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FhyatqEXawo/s1600-h/nov+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGA-o1GXzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FhyatqEXawo/s320/nov+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274138452227940146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Hayley played a LOT of soccer too. More on this later...

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Jacob is demonstrating why he is the best big brother EVER here. He plays with his baby sister. He is 13 almost 14 and actually plays with her. I LOVE this kid.

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This is Ruby at one of Hayley's soccer games in the rain.

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Ruby's 6th birthday was on Nov. 12. She had her 3 best friends over for a sleepover.  Two boys and a girl. I will be sorry for the day that Ruby and her friends Jimmy and Alaric realize that she is a girl and they are boys.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGFv-WmK8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/o7J6tBy2WNI/s1600-h/nov+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGFv-WmK8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/o7J6tBy2WNI/s320/nov+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274143697865681858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Remember &lt;a href="http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/09/puppies.html"&gt;THIS POST&lt;/a&gt; ? Well, we got one. His name is Hank and he was the second pup born to Molly. He is so adorable and already a beloved member of the family.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGFu4X7I9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/hZeuN_YMtzs/s1600-h/nov+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGFu4X7I9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/hZeuN_YMtzs/s320/nov+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274143679080768466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Hayley's classic soccer team WON the Fred Meyer President's Cup. This was a big deal because no classic girls team from Roseburg has ever made it into the finals much less WON the thing.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGFvXEOo4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wtMzBX2XOAk/s1600-h/nov+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGFvXEOo4I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wtMzBX2XOAk/s320/nov+157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274143687319659394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This is Hayley and her BFF Kali. They have played socccer together since they were 5. It is so exciting to see them play at this much more competitive level.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGFvqred6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Knw82EsGYZs/s1600-h/nov+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGFvqred6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Knw82EsGYZs/s320/nov+169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274143692584548258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
We spent Thanksgiving at the coast. It was peaceful, relaxing and absolutely perfect. My kids are great and so much fun to be around.

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGJcN24-gI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8UvK69b_LS4/s1600-h/nov+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGJcN24-gI/AAAAAAAAAJA/8UvK69b_LS4/s320/nov+186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274147756476791298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGJb-b6ZfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/EkEnD0np5Tg/s1600-h/nov+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGJb-b6ZfI/AAAAAAAAAI4/EkEnD0np5Tg/s320/nov+200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274147752337106418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGJce_h6SI/AAAAAAAAAJI/X-a3hrkP-YE/s1600-h/nov+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STGJce_h6SI/AAAAAAAAAJI/X-a3hrkP-YE/s320/nov+202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274147761076431138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Toni. MY BFF. We have been friends for almost 20 years. She was the girlfriend to my ex-husband's best friend. Funny how we both ditched them , but our friendship has remained and fluorished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-3175252636690762727?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/3175252636690762727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=3175252636690762727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/3175252636690762727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/3175252636690762727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictoral-update.html' title='A pictoral update'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/STF9n8FacjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KX3HcjQEVbE/s72-c/nov+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-1021403697806282882</id><published>2008-10-18T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:17:18.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayley and her Future Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SPoGKIc0PJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vkDWAw31MmA/s1600-h/kids2+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SPoGKIc0PJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vkDWAw31MmA/s320/kids2+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258522286045281426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Hayley and Ashton, her future husband. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hayley doesn't know she will marry Ashton, and Ashton doesn't know he will marry Hayley. Ashton is one of Jacob's best friends. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This picture was taken during our Labor Day camping trip. Ashton's mom and I totally set it up so that we could display it at their wedding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-1021403697806282882?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/1021403697806282882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=1021403697806282882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1021403697806282882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1021403697806282882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/10/hayley-and-her-futute-husband.html' title='Hayley and her Future Husband'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SPoGKIc0PJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vkDWAw31MmA/s72-c/kids2+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-1068922033488220648</id><published>2008-10-17T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:16:05.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;Three nuns were attending a baseball game...&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;Three men were sitting directly behind them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;Because their habits were partially blocking the view, the men decided to badger the nuns hoping that they'd get annoyed enough to move to another area...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;In a very loud voice, the first guy said, "I think I am going to move to Utah. There are only 100 nuns living there.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;Then the second guy spoke up and said, "I want to go to Montana, there are only 50 nuns living there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;The third guy said, "I want to go to Idaho. There are ony 25 nuns living there".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;One of the nuns turned around, looked at the men, and in a very swet and calm voice said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;"Why don't you go to hell. There aren't ANY nuns there!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kF8qQcFYogY/SKDj-RS9v7I/AAAAAAAAAdo/YIwCaRKVZyU/s400/Nun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kF8qQcFYogY/SKDj-RS9v7I/AAAAAAAAAdo/YIwCaRKVZyU/s400/Nun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-1068922033488220648?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/1068922033488220648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=1068922033488220648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1068922033488220648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1068922033488220648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/10/baseball-game.html' title='Baseball Game'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kF8qQcFYogY/SKDj-RS9v7I/AAAAAAAAAdo/YIwCaRKVZyU/s72-c/Nun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-5408869477310636410</id><published>2008-10-13T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:12:46.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Color are You?</title><content type='html'>I did this "What color are you thing" after I saw it on Kandi's blog. &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Green Crayon&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/green.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;
Your world is colored in harmonious, peaceful, natural colors.

While some may associate green with money, you are one of the least materialistic people around.

Comfort is important to you. You like to feel as relaxed as possible - and you try to make others feel at ease.

You're very happy with who you are, and it certainly shows!



Your color wheel opposite is red. Every time you feel grounded, a red person does their best to shake you.
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am NOT green. I like green, but my favorite color is red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-5408869477310636410?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/5408869477310636410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=5408869477310636410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/5408869477310636410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/5408869477310636410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-color-are-you.html' title='What Color are You?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-4380471956609688062</id><published>2008-10-13T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:07:04.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I went to Las Vegas with 2 friends from here, J and S and one of S's friends from Portland. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The whole intention of the trip was to get away from home, cut loose and have fun. We certainly accomplished that goal. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Because we live in small town Oregon there is no way that I could ever get totally drunk and silly and still be able to maintain my professionalism and reputation. And for S, it is worse. Her husband is a principal. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Going out of town is great for that reason alone. Just being able to check inhibitions and have a shot or 3 of tequila was fabulous.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The hangover? Not so fabulous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-4380471956609688062?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/4380471956609688062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=4380471956609688062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/4380471956609688062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/4380471956609688062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-went-to-las-vegas-with-2-friends-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-5744795466691760365</id><published>2008-10-13T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:00:48.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Left Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Las Vegas was very fun. I am broke and tired. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SPNskGSQ5gI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_-K1Ohxa8Mw/s1600-h/10-10-08_1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SPNskGSQ5gI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_-K1Ohxa8Mw/s320/10-10-08_1012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256664557489808898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is the view from the room at The Paris. The fountains at the Bellagio are something else. Love them at night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SPNskQ4BYNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/clCa-lK0vkw/s1600-h/10-10-08_1616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SPNskQ4BYNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/clCa-lK0vkw/s320/10-10-08_1616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256664560332529874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;These guys are everywhere passing calling cards. If a person were so inclined, they could pretty much get whatever kind of hooker their heart desired for a price. There were even women hawking these cards.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SPNtgCYct6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/SRPzp4KonUY/s1600-h/10-11-08_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SPNtgCYct6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/SRPzp4KonUY/s320/10-11-08_0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256665587234158498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We went to the dueling piano bar at the Paris on Friday night. What a great time. &lt;/p&gt;I paid $8 for a freaking Bud Light or 3.
&lt;p&gt;That was a lot cheaper than the tequila shots we were having with them at $13 a pop.&lt;/p&gt;Saturday was a much slower day. Much of the day was spent reviving and recuperating. Room service was lovely. Later that afternoon we shopped (more). The shopping in Vegas is phenomenal. Especially for me because i just don't have that many shopping options here in Douglas county, Oregon! It is really too bad we opted to just carry bags on the plane and not check luggage. Because i had no room to get things back, my shopping was VERY limited.

&lt;p&gt;I did manage to get more than a few things. My suitcase was a little sausage on the trip home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SPNskrF9nZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bIbVWorUGbk/s1600-h/10-11-08_1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SPNskrF9nZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bIbVWorUGbk/s320/10-11-08_1701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256664567370325394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does anyone else take pictures of things when they are out shopping? I saw this Christmas decoration, but it was very $$$ and much too big to haul home. I know I can make it for less, so I took a picture to jog my memory. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-5744795466691760365?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/5744795466691760365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=5744795466691760365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/5744795466691760365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/5744795466691760365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-left-las-vegas.html' title='I Left Las Vegas'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SPNskGSQ5gI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_-K1Ohxa8Mw/s72-c/10-10-08_1012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-4027895878497783142</id><published>2008-09-26T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:21:28.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SN1Rr3t9AJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FxgFZv4Dzjg/s1600-h/pics+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SN1Rr3t9AJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FxgFZv4Dzjg/s320/pics+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250442554716782738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Molly. The first time mom of&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;puppies. She is living my nightmare. Can you imagine feeding 10!!! (I think that we will be getting one of the pups. Molly belongs to Jacob's best friend and Jacob actually got to help deliver the babies last night!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-4027895878497783142?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/4027895878497783142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=4027895878497783142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/4027895878497783142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/4027895878497783142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/09/puppies.html' title='Puppies'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SN1Rr3t9AJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FxgFZv4Dzjg/s72-c/pics+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-5307415939724124214</id><published>2008-09-22T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:46:08.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bought a pair of shoes.
But only because my feet needed relief.
The blisters were BAD.
The new shoes helped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-5307415939724124214?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/5307415939724124214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=5307415939724124214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/5307415939724124214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/5307415939724124214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-bought-pair-of-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-8249551661882320572</id><published>2008-09-19T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:47:04.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so excited...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I am headed up to Portland this weekend, I can't help but get excited at the prospect of &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;SHOPPING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Good shopping.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Douglas County, Oregon is not known for being a shopping mecca in any way. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I get overwhelmed imagining the places to spend my money!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And then usually buy nothing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why is it that when I do have the time and opportunity to let loose, I just can't bring myself to buy?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You know, you always find a ton of things you want when you are broke, but when I am trying, I usually end up frustrated. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(wow, i am writing in both first and third person in the same sentence--yikes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, my point is &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes, i do have one)&lt;/span&gt; I am going shopping. I am going to try to buy something, but am almost positive I will end up with next to nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-8249551661882320572?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/8249551661882320572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=8249551661882320572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/8249551661882320572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/8249551661882320572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-so-excited.html' title='I&apos;m so excited...'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-1180477421790205847</id><published>2008-09-19T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:30:01.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wkyc.com/weblog/directors_cut/uploaded_images/Race-For-The-Cure-745834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.wkyc.com/weblog/directors_cut/uploaded_images/Race-For-The-Cure-745834.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I am headed off to Portland later on this afternoon. On Saturday I will be attending a Survivor's Luncheon with one of my dearest friends and 8  more of her friends and we will celebrate the fact that she has been a breast cancer survivor for 11 years! Typically we also participate in the  actual race, but this year on Sunday our daughters will be playing soccer in Milwaukee, so the race is out.

The energy at Waterfront park during the race is just incredible AND the event itself is so happy and uplifting. Anyone who has ever participated in a Race for the Cure event will tell you that it's such a celebration of life.I think everyone knows family or friends who have had this very common cancer and we all want a cure to be found, so it is great to be able to support an organization that has been so effective in funding research and moving treatment options forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-1180477421790205847?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/1180477421790205847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=1180477421790205847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1180477421790205847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1180477421790205847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend Plans'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-7344833101891603431</id><published>2008-09-18T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:55:24.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cs.berkeley.edu/%7Esequin/SCULPTS/CHS_miniSculpts/TangledKnots/PentafoilTangle4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cs.berkeley.edu/%7Esequin/SCULPTS/CHS_miniSculpts/TangledKnots/PentafoilTangle4.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
What if I just left?
Seriously the things I have to do just to arrange a weekend away. One kid I will pick up at her soccer game in Portland. One kid will stay here with friends and play soccer and one kid is headed to the Duck's game. If any of the convoluted arrangements fall apart, the whole house of cards comes down. I almost had to put a spreadsheet together just to keep track of who goes where!

The big kicker of the deal is... It's not even my weekend, the kids are with their Dad this weekend and I still have to make all of the arrangements in order to have confidence that everything and everybody is being covered!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-7344833101891603431?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/7344833101891603431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=7344833101891603431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7344833101891603431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7344833101891603431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/09/tangle.html' title='Tangle'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-2469808754799077286</id><published>2008-09-15T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:05:07.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me from A to Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A. Attached or single?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Single, sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B. Best friend? &lt;/span&gt;
A few really good ones and one very best.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C. Cake or pie?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;
Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D. Day of choice?  &lt;/span&gt;
Thursdays are golden. Something about the end of the week, with the anticipation of the weekend.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E. Essential item? &lt;/span&gt;
My cellphone&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F. Favorite color?
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G. Gummy bears or worms?
&lt;/span&gt;gummy bears I guess. i really prefer Jelly bellies.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H. Hometown?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Hillsboro, Oregon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I. Indulgence?  &lt;/span&gt;
books, lip gloss, nestle quik&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J. January or July?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;definitely October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K. Kids?  &lt;/span&gt;
Three of them.  I wanted four, he wanted two. Three is perfect!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L. Life isn’t complete without?  &lt;/span&gt;
Moments of silence&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M. Marriage date?
&lt;/span&gt;December, 1993 (Divorce was March 2005)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N. Number of brothers &amp;amp; sisters? &lt;/span&gt;
1 brother, but I am about to disown him because he is a schmuck.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O. Oranges or apples?
&lt;/span&gt;I'm picky. Green apples only - fresh from the tree or a Granny Smith version. Never mushy sweet ones like Red or Yellow Delicious.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P. Phobias?   &lt;/span&gt;
having the phone or electricity disconnected. running out of toilet paper.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q. Quotes?  &lt;/span&gt;
"fake it 'til you make it"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R. Reasons to smile?  &lt;/span&gt;
kids belly laughs, kindergarten soccer, cool mornings&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S. Season of choice? &lt;/span&gt;
Autumn!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T. Tag seven peeps!  &lt;/span&gt;
no way!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U. Unknown fact about me?  &lt;/span&gt;
I am still friends with every guy I ever dated (I think I must be the schmuck!)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V. Vegetable?  &lt;/span&gt;
Asparagus and cauliflower&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W. Worst habits?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nagging my kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X. X-ray or ultrasound? &lt;/span&gt;
I've had both.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y. Your favorite food?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;popcorn&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Z. Zodiac sign? &lt;/span&gt;
I am a textbook Gemini.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-2469808754799077286?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/2469808754799077286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=2469808754799077286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/2469808754799077286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/2469808754799077286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-from-to-z.html' title='Me from A to Z'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-4722367945561072336</id><published>2008-09-12T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:09:39.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that SUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aroundthecontroller.com/wp-content/sucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.aroundthecontroller.com/wp-content/sucks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
It's been a crappy week.
Maybe if I dump my head, I will feel better.
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; sucks. I will continue to use the old one until I no longer have that option. And then i will probably HAVE to use the new one, but I won't ever like it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laundry really sucks. Just when you feel like you are on top of it, a teen or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-teen brings a fresh pile that just has to be washed right now!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being divorced sucks.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being trapped in Douglas county, Oregon sucks. Not that i would ever really move my children. but according to the terms of my divorce,  I am bound by a 90-mile radius of my ex.  That doesn't leave me many options if I even wanted to have them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ex in-laws suck. Their baby boy is a lying, cheating, lazy jerk, yet I must carry on as if he is the greatest thing since grape gum because of their "status" here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The price of home heating oil sucks. There is no way that I will be able to afford to fill up my oil tank for this winter. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My kids football coach sucks. If you say practice is from 4 to 6 pm, then practice should be over at 6 or close to it. Last night it was 7:40. Yeah, most families lives revolve around their Middle School son's football schedule. Thanks, we were happy to drive 15 miles just to stand around and wait, hungry for almost 2 more hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who can't follow directions suck. She is prescribed pain pills every 8 hours for a reason. To withhold because you don't think it is good to take that many is cruelty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing dishes sucks. I have never had a dishwasher in my life and i am sick of doing dishes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Standardized testing sucks. I am researching the opt-out option for my kids. I hate the amount of energy the school district spends on all aspects of testing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parents who give up on their kids suck. I teach in alternative education and most of the time i think that the kids I have would be successful in the regular classroom if their parents would just grab a clue and get involved. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dating sucks. Or should I say the lack of dates sucks. The fact that I am nowhere to really meet anyone sucks.  Or the fact that anyone i do meet knows my ex and likes him sucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having to worry about every dime I spend sucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing the signs of aging sucks. I am not old, I do not feel old. Grey hair means old. Sucks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stupid over-excited, over-bearing room mothers in kindergarten suck. Lady, some of us do have jobs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being played sucks. I am aware of it, I even point it out to him when he is doing it. I am still not immune to it. I hate feeling 18 and out of control.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bank sucks. Why do they post the highest transactions first, then putting the rest of the balance into overdraft mode. Yes, i have savings and overdraft protection both attached, but I really think this is the banking industry's way of tacking on any and all fees they can. Also, why did my deposit not get posted first? I think a phone call is in order on this one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The insurance industry sucks.
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paying more for less sucks. Smaller packaging, same price--wonder if the consumer will notice? I notice!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guilt sucks. I feel guilty about the big things and the small things. Like when a store that i have never gone into goes out of business, even if it is a store that has nothing that I would buy in it. i still feel guilty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am sure that I have more, but this is enough negativity for now!  I do feel a bit better just getting it all out!

Anyone have anything they care to add?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-4722367945561072336?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/4722367945561072336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=4722367945561072336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/4722367945561072336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/4722367945561072336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-that-suck.html' title='Things that SUCK'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-7671045921575832442</id><published>2008-09-09T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:08:08.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How fast are YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;32 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Speed test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I got a "D" in typing in high school. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Enough said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-7671045921575832442?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/7671045921575832442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=7671045921575832442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7671045921575832442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7671045921575832442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-fast-are-you.html' title='How fast are YOU?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-1500203402252009704</id><published>2008-09-08T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:25:17.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother and I would like to announce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wikicheats.com/images/f/f7/Super_Smash_Bros_Brawl_Donkey_Kong_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.wikicheats.com/images/f/f7/Super_Smash_Bros_Brawl_Donkey_Kong_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;That it's on like Donkey Kong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;Have you seen this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7o_JfWuw1E"&gt;commercial&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;Seriously one of the best on TV these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;It is a follow-up to this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2b68_pU2wes&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;commercial.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;Every time it comes on we just crack up. We love that commercial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;It's about the only one I don't fast forward through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;And my brother and I would like to anounce "oooh, we're scared". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qA2WKzcdSD4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qA2WKzcdSD4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here is another commercial&lt;/a&gt; the Mannings did to promote reading to kids that is very cute &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;also.
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-1500203402252009704?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/1500203402252009704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=1500203402252009704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1500203402252009704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1500203402252009704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-brother-and-i-would-like-to-announce.html' title='My brother and I would like to announce...'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-1650194850885729637</id><published>2008-09-08T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:31:58.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SMU2AXTsIgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GCYncWU0jag/s1600-h/kids2+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SMU2AXTsIgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GCYncWU0jag/s320/kids2+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243656721027310082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first day of school!&lt;/span&gt;
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We are beginning the 2nd week of school here and beginning to establish some helpful routines.
This past weekend was spent cleaning a little and reorganizing a little to hopefully make our busy lives run a little smoother.
I woke up this morning energized and ready to face another week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-1650194850885729637?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/1650194850885729637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=1650194850885729637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1650194850885729637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1650194850885729637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-fall.html' title='Back to School!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SMU2AXTsIgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/GCYncWU0jag/s72-c/kids2+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-2090701883560483758</id><published>2008-09-03T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:12:14.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the World......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/CON1538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.worldofstock.com/slides/CON1538.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Things are hectic and busy. I forgot how this time of year totally kicks me in the pants. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I  think that by the end of the weekend I will &lt;strike&gt;not&lt;/strike&gt;  have myself organized and by this time next week I will be in my groove. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Until then, chaos reigns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-2090701883560483758?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/2090701883560483758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=2090701883560483758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/2090701883560483758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/2090701883560483758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/09/stop-world.html' title='Stop the World......'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-8570550061291378667</id><published>2008-08-29T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T07:05:26.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Camping Badge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.danbeard.org/Camp/Images/CF/MB_Camping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.danbeard.org/Camp/Images/CF/MB_Camping.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I'm going to earn another Mommy Merit Badge!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We are going camping this weekend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am not ready.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have not gathered a thing. Shopped for food. Or planned anything.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If the kids weren't so dang excited, I would bag the whole trip and stay home to get some things done before school starts on Tuesday.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I have no business even sitting here, typing this post.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chaos reigns about my house.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The only redeeming feature about going camping this weekend is that I will be able to hopefully just "BE" and relax.  There will be no jobs to worry about, no floors to vacuum, no dishes to wash, no laundry to do, no sports practices to rush to, no clocks to watch, no schedule to maintain. When I finally get to town and to the grocery store in a few hours, I plan on picking up at least 2 books and a stack of magazines, including the sleazy gossip rags.  By the time we get back I will be unbelievably relaxed and mentally ready to face the impending school year. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But that relaxation will last only until we pull back into the driveway on Monday and the insane schedule that is our life starts once again and harsh reality slaps me in the face.
&lt;p&gt;Two of the three kids have practices on Monday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-8570550061291378667?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/8570550061291378667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=8570550061291378667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/8570550061291378667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/8570550061291378667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-camping-badge.html' title='My Camping Badge'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-6090971051100637382</id><published>2008-08-25T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:08:03.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SLOLeFGXBEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DP7GTKEzAmg/s1600-h/kids+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SLOLeFGXBEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DP7GTKEzAmg/s320/kids+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238684140443206722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUBY&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asked her 13 year old brother today if he was gonna get married when it is snowing outside. Cuz she is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is getting 2 new frogs for her aquarium tomorrow. Their names are Lily and Tad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is SO excited about school. Only 8 more sleeps!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her voice has changed a bit because she has so many teeth missing right now. Three (!) in the front and one more loose on the bottom!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is starting to sound out words and figure out what signs say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STILL won't wear underwear. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is going to be a problem in about 8 days when school starts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can already dribble a soccer ball better than her brother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Named her butt cheeks, Fluffy and Puffy. Her tummy is Muffy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wants to work at Sonic before she has kids and as a teacher after she has kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wants to have 3 kids and drive a truck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her favorite colors are blue, and white and red.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her best friend is Jimmy. He LOVES Ruby and she loves him too. Only she loves him like a brother. Poor Jimmy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has several boyfriends, most of which are her brother's age.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her brother's friends (her boyfriends) usually tell Jacob to tell her to put some clothes on when they are over. We have a problem keeping clothes on this kid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The new rule at the swimming hole is that swimsuits must be worn at all times. No skinny dipping Ruby!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never had or needed a spanking, point your finger at her and she cowers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her favorite song is Rascal Flatts "Me and My Gang" She likes the "It's a brother and a sister kind of thing" part. (Cuz she has a brother and a sister)
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She likes the music in the car so loud that she can't hear herself, or anyone else, sing. And she likes to listen to Sugarland's "Stay" over and over and over. She sings it at the top of her lungs.
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is my baby and is growing so fast that she really isn't a baby anymore.
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-6090971051100637382?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/6090971051100637382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=6090971051100637382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/6090971051100637382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/6090971051100637382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-one.html' title='This One'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SLOLeFGXBEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DP7GTKEzAmg/s72-c/kids+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-7226686122349880431</id><published>2008-08-25T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:48:03.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite movie of all time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/liveonline/images/celebritology/red_dawn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/liveonline/images/celebritology/red_dawn1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Red Dawn is my all-time favorite movie. I have no idea when I FIRST saw it, but I know I have seen it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MANY&lt;/span&gt; times since then.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Somehow while watching this movie I  identified with many of the characters and it helped make the Cold War more of a reality to me (albeit in a chilling way). For me, that movie helped me grow up and realize that the World was bigger than just our country. I knew it was a fantasy movie but it also got mes thinking, “What if that happened? Could/would I do that?”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It is also a movie about teenagers, the Wolverines, not being able to rely on adults.  And even though this movie does not have the greatest acting or script I somehow can't resist watching it  and crying through it, whenever it is on. I also own a DVD copy for melancholy times.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This scene when the Dad says, "Boys! Avenge kills me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://filmfanatic.org/reviews/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/red-dawn-captivity.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://filmfanatic.org/reviews/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/red-dawn-captivity.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And when Daryl is shot for his traitorous ways also gets me.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.quizilla.com/T/TheGreyGhost/1103219606_Arobt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/TheGreyGhost/1103219606_Arobt2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In fact I cry all the way to the end when Matt and Jed are on the swings dying.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/070706/dvdcrops/reddawn_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/070706/dvdcrops/reddawn_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although most of the Wolverines are killed, a voice-over appears at the end of the movie by Erica, one of the two survivors, showing a World War III memorial. The American flag flying above it implies the United States had - eventually - won the war.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The exact quote framing "Partisan Rock" is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I never saw the brothers again. In time, this war, like every other war, ended. But I never forgot, and I come to this place often, when no one else does."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"In the early days of World War 3, guerrillas, mostly children, placed the names of their lost upon this rock. They fought here alone; and gave up their lives, so that this nation shall not perish from the earth."&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/37935533-7226686122349880431?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/7226686122349880431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=7226686122349880431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7226686122349880431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7226686122349880431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-favorite-movie-of-all-time.html' title='My favorite movie of all time'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-3564005138750271583</id><published>2008-08-24T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:00:00.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas, baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jacksonbohlender.com/blog/images/LasVegas_Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://jacksonbohlender.com/blog/images/LasVegas_Sign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Did you know that you can fly to Vegas from Redmond, Oregon for only $59 one way? &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And Redmond is only about 200 miles from here, closer than Portland.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That is only $170 round trip with all the taxes and fees added. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Yep, the trip is booked for October 9-12 with three friends!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am so excited. I have not been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas for three years. I can't wait. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The atmosphere is fun, the food is great, and the shopping is so fabulous!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-3564005138750271583?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/3564005138750271583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=3564005138750271583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/3564005138750271583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/3564005138750271583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/08/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas, baby!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-1054282273200925640</id><published>2008-08-24T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:51:01.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 Sports Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We are a sports loving family.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There is not a week out of the year  when one or another of the kids are not participating in some sport of some kind. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Jacob plays basketball, baseball an football and also competes in track for his middle school. He also goes to golf camp every summer and hikes and hunts.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hayley plays basketball, softball and soccer. She also plays volleyball whenever she can, goes to golf camp in the summer and hunts.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Ruby is just getting started. She will be playing her first season of soccer this fall and I highly anticipate that she will be soon following in her older siblings footsteps of playing a sport throughout the year. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;All of the kids swim.&lt;/p&gt;

Me, I walk, run/shuffle a bit, throw and catch softballs and baseballs, shag basketballs and play horse, suck at golf, and hike.  I have no time to really join a league or play anything competitively for myself--Who would drive my kids to their events?

&lt;p&gt;We watch a lot of sports movies. They can be so inspirational.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My family's top 5 sports movies (in no particular order):

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember the Titans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Sandlot
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blades of Glory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bend it like Beckham&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kind of all over the place, but then so are we!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What are your family's top 5 sports movies?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-1054282273200925640?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/1054282273200925640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=1054282273200925640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1054282273200925640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1054282273200925640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/08/top-5-sports-movies.html' title='Top 5 Sports Movies'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-6117968926841733518</id><published>2008-08-18T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:49:14.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SKpehHt_XDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Oo9Acsl22xE/s1600-h/bandon+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SKpehHt_XDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Oo9Acsl22xE/s320/bandon+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236101439872261170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

This picture was taken in August of 2005.

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This picture was taken in August of 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-6117968926841733518?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/6117968926841733518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=6117968926841733518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/6117968926841733518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/6117968926841733518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SKpehHt_XDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Oo9Acsl22xE/s72-c/bandon+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-5305425318854564377</id><published>2008-08-17T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:49:09.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;(That's a great song! I love Staind!)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Here is a bit of what has been going on—&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ruby lost another tooth and the tooth fairy came the SAME night that she put the tooth under her pillow! Jacob and Hayley's tooth fairy was really the pits and always took at least an extra day, sometimes 2! &lt;span style=""&gt;(Hey, it took 3 kids to finally get it together, what can I say...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SKkI4iYcGtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ozu__p5zWDI/s1600-h/kids+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SKkI4iYcGtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ozu__p5zWDI/s320/kids+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235725809189919442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love this picture. She is very into hairstyles lately, but never wants to brush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a Stampin’ Up Club workshop at my house. It was not my month to hostess, but my house is more conducive to entertaining, so I got to be the hostess. The best thing about having a party at your house is that it gets cleaned. Really cleaned. Company cleaned. Not just family cleaned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hayley’s Classic soccer team had a qualifying tournament in Canby. We stayed in Newberg at the Shilo Inn and went to the Drive In movies to see Wall-E (I do not recommend Wall-E, it is very slow and much too long.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SKkHoFfArQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/W8KtbligF6Q/s1600-h/kids+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SKkHoFfArQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/W8KtbligF6Q/s320/kids+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235724427043319042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Hayley and Max, the stockiest Border Collie I have ever seen. He goes through seasonal depression in the summertime when we are so busy and spend too much time away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;The soccer team placed 4th in their bracket and went on to round 2 of the qualifying tournament this weekend in Keizer. They lost both games, but Hayley finally played like she can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jacob went on a 50-mile hike of the Pacific Crest trail from Timberline to Cascade Locks. All went well until the last night when he was eaten alive by mosquitoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SKkIN3lZGqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CEZZzZbMHSU/s1600-h/kids+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SKkIN3lZGqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CEZZzZbMHSU/s320/kids+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235725076147018402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is one of the pictures I took the day before he left just in case I had to make LOST posters, or he didn’t make it out alive. Yes, I am morbid. My kids tolerate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Football has started. I hate football. I hate the fact that he looks like he is getting beat up and that he likes to hit people, and is pretty good at it too. I cannot stand to watch Jacob play even one minute of football. He says football is his favorite sport because he just plays and doesn’t have to really think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally got my “Welcome Back” letter from the school district and will start on Aug. 28th. There was some worry that the start of school would be delayed due to un-completed renovations and the fire in July.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SKkEn-eQZOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/NUH3Qp1uJxQ/s1600-h/kids+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SKkEn-eQZOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/NUH3Qp1uJxQ/s320/kids+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235721126626223330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I am biased, but they really are beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls decorated an onion to enter in the County Fair. The theme was, “It’s Magical!” their onion was a wizard. Pretty cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spent oodles of money on nothing at the fair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I helped a friend who owns a start-up catering company by serving salads at a company picnic. Not only did I get paid very well for my time, I also got to bring home leftovers to my perpetually starving son.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, I really didn't believe people when they talked about their teenage boys eating them out of house and home, but OMG. My kid can really EAT. A LOT. ALL THE TIME&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've purchased two pairs of soccer cleats, one pair of foot ball cleats, two sets of shin guards, 6 pairs of soccer socks, two soccer balls,  and one football mouth guard. I have a lot more I need to buy, but I am TIRED OF SHOPPING! Can you believe it? I want to stay home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;My beloved  Honda Odyssey ( I do have 3 kids... someday I'll get to drive something cute!) rolled over 100,000 miles. I was too sidetracked to take a picture like I wanted, but plan on getting one at 111,111 miles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SKkKxFyOeBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TcPnIHWCExw/s1600-h/kids+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SKkKxFyOeBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/TcPnIHWCExw/s320/kids+093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235727880277620754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this is a portrait of me taken while driving down the North Umpqua Hwy. I am concentrating on being a safe, responsible driver, not on taking a great picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-5305425318854564377?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/5305425318854564377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=5305425318854564377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/5305425318854564377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/5305425318854564377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile...'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SKkI4iYcGtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ozu__p5zWDI/s72-c/kids+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-1538321712322755772</id><published>2008-08-06T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:50:40.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;At 5 years, 8 months, and 3 weeks, Ruby officially lost her first tooth tonight! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I say officially because she did have one of her top front teeth pulled a few months ago because it was injured in a bleacher accident. Her freshly lost tooth is a bottom tooth.&lt;/p&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;Here is the photo proof:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Blah, blah, blah...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;BORING&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is my life right now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I can't WAIT until school starts again and I get to go back to work!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ruby is having a movie marathon day and so far we have watched: Finding Nemo, Enchanted, Veggie Tales, and Cinderella 3. I am cutting her off when this one is over.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hayley is at soccer practice. This is her first year of Classic Soccer and their first tournament is this weekend in Canby.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Jacob is on Day 2 of his 50-mile hike of the Pacific Crest Trail from Timberline to Cascade Locks.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Once again, the kids have much better lives than I do. My major source of excitement the past few days has been.....ummmmm.......I can't think of anything!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-2253911270667673562?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/2253911270667673562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=2253911270667673562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/2253911270667673562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/2253911270667673562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-nuthin.html' title='I got nuthin&apos;'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-1096782009492280315</id><published>2008-07-29T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:04:44.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Shuffle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a fun challenge that I am sure has been over-done by now. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I stole it from &lt;a href="http://theboysquad.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Put your ipod on shuffle, then answer the following questions with whatever song comes up. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This was fun to do and I am surprised at how appropriate the songs were!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What would describe your personality?&lt;/span&gt; : Here Comes the Sun (Dan Fogelberg)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/span&gt; : They Do, They Don't (Jack Johnson)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How do you feel, today?&lt;/span&gt;: Never Been to Spain (Three Dog Night)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What’s your life’s purpose?&lt;/span&gt;: The Little Things (Colbie  Caillat)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is your motto?&lt;/span&gt; : Right Where I Belong (3 Doors Down)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;: Look After You (The Fray)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;/span&gt;: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road (Elton John)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;/span&gt;: This Time (3 Doors Down)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;/span&gt; : Get Stoned (Hinder) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;: Bless the Broken Road (Rascal Flatts) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is your life story?&lt;/span&gt;: If Everyone Cared (Nickelback)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;: Back 2 Good (Matchbox 20)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;: Don't Close Your Eyes (Keith Whitley)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do your parents think of you? &lt;/span&gt;: Every Other Weekend (Reba and Kenny Chesney) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this is very appropriate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;15.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; What will be played at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt; :Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;16.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;/span&gt;: Take This (Staind)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt; : Gravity (John  Mayer)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;: Hotel California (The Eagles)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What should you post this as? &lt;/span&gt;: Who Wants to Live Forever (Queen)&lt;/p&gt;

Sorry Toni about the "Get Stoned" entry. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-1096782009492280315?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/1096782009492280315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=1096782009492280315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1096782009492280315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1096782009492280315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-fun-challenge-that-i-am-sure.html' title='Life Shuffle'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-4400438495068316439</id><published>2008-07-29T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:58:52.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>38 is the new 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I caught a bit of the CBS Early Show this morning while I was getting the day started. One of the segments was titled &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2008/07/29/earlyshow/leisure/celebspot/main4303374.shtml"&gt;"Fifty and Still Fabulous, Madonna, Prince &amp;amp; Michael Jackson Still Thrive At 50, Whether It Be In Music Or The Tabloids" &lt;/a&gt;  The segment asked "Is 50 the new 30?" and then went on to  take a look at what each of the pop icons was up to.&lt;/p&gt;So, if 50 is the new 30, then 40 is the new 20. I can kind of see this as I get older. I don't FEEL any older. I still feel like I am that same person I was then. Of course wisdom and experience gained over time certainly play a role in who I am today, but I can still remember what is was like to be 18, 24, 32.......
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I also remember being 11, 13, 16, 19...my kids hate that!)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I really do feel like there is so much of my life left to do. I am a college student! I still don't even know what I want to do when I grow up! I have no idea where I want to live the rest of my life. (Although I will be here or close to it while my kids are growing) And, someday I would like to get married again and enjoy that relationship. So I guess I buy into it.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50 is the new 30.&lt;/p&gt;40 is the new 20
&lt;p&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(YES!!!&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38 is the new 18&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;




&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SI-DWjyRGzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nPMFJgBbvx8/s1600-h/IMG_1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SI-DWjyRGzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nPMFJgBbvx8/s320/IMG_1197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228542115986873138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt; This picture has nothing to do with the above post. This is Ruby, SO excited to have a batting helmet of her very own (Hayley's old one), that she would not remove it at all. Even in her car seat. Even to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-4400438495068316439?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/4400438495068316439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=4400438495068316439&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/4400438495068316439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/4400438495068316439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/38-is-new-18.html' title='38 is the new 18'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SI-DWjyRGzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nPMFJgBbvx8/s72-c/IMG_1197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-4040432181633525626</id><published>2008-07-27T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:50:57.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A long time ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzOV9eHpHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2Z5Da7YW5Ps/s1600-h/21years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzOV9eHpHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2Z5Da7YW5Ps/s320/21years.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227780144143770738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Look at how cute we are! Our smiles are huge.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Look at how young we are&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;::sigh::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-4040432181633525626?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/4040432181633525626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=4040432181633525626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/4040432181633525626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/4040432181633525626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-time-ago.html' title='A long time ago'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzOV9eHpHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2Z5Da7YW5Ps/s72-c/21years.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-237578881053090313</id><published>2008-07-26T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:14:13.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A powerful, moving blog</title><content type='html'>I came across &lt;a href="http://www.mattlogelin.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; recently on another website. Matt Logelin shares his feelings and grief over being a widowed father. His wife Liz passed away the day after their daughter was born four months ago. He uses powerful language and his photography is amazing. Have a fresh box of kleenex handy as you WILL cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-237578881053090313?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/237578881053090313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=237578881053090313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/237578881053090313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/237578881053090313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/powerful-moving-blog.html' title='A powerful, moving blog'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-4779140654103875014</id><published>2008-07-25T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:33:38.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the beginning of Shopping Season!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For me back to school marks the beginning of my shopping season. It begins in August, and doesn't end until January when the post Holiday sales end.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.logosoftwear.com/embroideryclipart/School.School%20is%20Cool.%28SC1004%29.%281.92x3.29%29.7051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 217px;" src="http://www.logosoftwear.com/embroideryclipart/School.School%20is%20Cool.%28SC1004%29.%281.92x3.29%29.7051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;This month I have to buy:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Football shoes for Jacob,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Soccer shoes for Hayley,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Soccer shoes, shinguards and any other gear for Ruby.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;New sneakers for school for all 3 kids.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cute-pie dressier shoes for the girls.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Another cool pair of sneaks for Jacob (you know--so he can rotate).&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;New socks, and underwear for all 3 kids.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Clothing to outfit them all (WHY do they have to grow so fast?)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;SCHOOL SUPPLIES!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yikes! I am getting excited (and a little overwhelmed) just typing it all out!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then October brings more shopping, for Halloween costumes and a head start on Christmas so I don't get anxiety.&lt;/p&gt;
November brings Ruby's birthday and a LOT more Holiday shopping.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TAfwsmjXvc/R2s4Qn_gm5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/Krs4HVwjGl4/s400/christmas_shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TAfwsmjXvc/R2s4Qn_gm5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/Krs4HVwjGl4/s400/christmas_shopping.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;and then comes DECEMBER. For me, I have found that no matter how much I shop early for Christmas, I LOVE to be out in the hustle and bustle during the frenzied Christmas shopping season. Even if I have bought and wrapped every single gift by Dec. 1, I still need to go out and absorb the craziness at the mall.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;As much as I do like to shop, by the end of January I am shopped out. AND extremely broke.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For the rest of the calendar year, I usually only buy as needed, not too many sprees and splurges.  Of course, everybody always NEEDS something  so there is always something I NEED to shop for, but for the most part I steer clear of the mall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-4779140654103875014?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/4779140654103875014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=4779140654103875014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/4779140654103875014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/4779140654103875014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-beginning-of-shopping-season.html' title='It&apos;s the beginning of Shopping Season!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TAfwsmjXvc/R2s4Qn_gm5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/Krs4HVwjGl4/s72-c/christmas_shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-3440519166843029165</id><published>2008-07-23T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:37:58.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I really am an idiot</title><content type='html'>I caved.  Cleaning has happened, but not to the degree that I threatened. I want to have the TV on. Sometimes disciplining the kids is harder on me than it is on them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-3440519166843029165?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/3440519166843029165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=3440519166843029165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/3440519166843029165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/3440519166843029165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-really-am-idiot.html' title='I really am an idiot'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-7763698566491024093</id><published>2008-07-22T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:38:10.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They must think I'm an idiot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;OK, I admit I'm a pushover. For the most part, my kids have it made.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;All I asked today was for the kids to get their crap out of the car so that I can vacuum. I swear that we could live for weeks with the amount of paraphernalia that they leave in there.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So they said they did it, so  I head out with the vacuum happy to be completing this chore.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They are liars!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OMG, there is really no place to shove stuff in a car, granted, I do drive a Honda Odyssey, but they did. shove. sh*t. anywhere they could.&lt;/p&gt;

 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.adoptionblogs.com/media/OpenAdoption/thumb_MomAnger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.adoptionblogs.com/media/OpenAdoption/thumb_MomAnger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, as the result. The kids will be on Amish restriction. That means that they are electronic free. No computer, cell phones, ipods, gameboys, wii, TV, DVD, phone, and anything else that has to be plugged in or charged. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What they WILL be allowed to do is clean. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And usually I am so easygoing that I seldom bother with the upstairs of the house. It is their domain and I'm not too anal about how it looks. You know, keep their bedroom doors shut and all that.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Not now. Not this week. This is the week that it is getting deep-cleaned. Every nook and cranny.
I swear, my brother and I invented every trick my kids could ever try. There is no hope for them to EVER pull a fast one on me. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I hope they will learn this soon, life will be easier for all of us!&lt;/p&gt;

















&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-7763698566491024093?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/7763698566491024093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=7763698566491024093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7763698566491024093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7763698566491024093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/they-must-think-im-idiot.html' title='They must think I&apos;m an idiot!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-8088091355539880232</id><published>2008-07-18T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:29:00.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes...I guess I am the parent of the century.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's just Ruby and I tonight. &lt;/p&gt;
The older kids are off spending the night with friends. Ruby is VERY excited to pick the movie we will be watching tonight.
&lt;p&gt;What movie does she choose?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/4/T/6/weddingcrashersposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/4/T/6/weddingcrashersposter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;WEDDING CRASHERS. She says it is her favorite movie.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Luckily at 5 the risque humor goes WAY above her head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(And her attention span is not very long, she doesn't watch much of the movie before she gets bored.)
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-8088091355539880232?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/8088091355539880232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=8088091355539880232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/8088091355539880232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/8088091355539880232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/yikesi-guess-i-am-parent-of-century.html' title='Yikes...I guess I am the parent of the century.'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-922239544742944021</id><published>2008-07-14T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:45:30.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ringtones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ldconcerts.com/Rock/Crazy%20Train/Crazy-Train-BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.ldconcerts.com/Rock/Crazy%20Train/Crazy-Train-BIG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I don't hear very well.
&lt;p&gt;I especially don't hear the ring of my cell phone very well.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;My solution to this is a loud, obnoxious song as a ringtone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Currently it is Ozzy's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crazy_Train"&gt;Crazy Train .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I jump with fright every time my phone rings.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It is perfect for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, is there anybody out there?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What is your ringtone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-922239544742944021?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/922239544742944021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=922239544742944021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/922239544742944021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/922239544742944021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/ringtones_14.html' title='Ringtones'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-2480688990648771500</id><published>2008-07-12T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:34:50.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day Glide High School burned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nrimg.sv.publicus.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?Site=NR&amp;amp;Date=20080712&amp;amp;Category=NEWS&amp;amp;ArtNo=769965825&amp;amp;Ref=AR&amp;amp;MaxW=550&amp;amp;title=1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://nrimg.sv.publicus.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?Site=NR&amp;amp;Date=20080712&amp;amp;Category=NEWS&amp;amp;ArtNo=769965825&amp;amp;Ref=AR&amp;amp;MaxW=550&amp;amp;title=1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was at Jacob's baseball game today when I got a call from a friend that our small-town high school was on fire.

&lt;p&gt;As with most very small towns, the high school in Glide is a very important part of our community (there are only 700 students in the whole Glide school district). This summer extensive renovations have been underway and a new library/media center are being constructed and most of the other buildings are having long-needed renovations. The buildings were built in 1953 and except for necessary maintenance have not been updated at all since the 70's.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Anyway, soon after the announcement about the fire the cell phone network took effect and we learned that the library was gone, the home ec and science classrooms were gone, and the main office and gym were threatened.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Fire personnel from all over Douglas County were called in to battle the blaze and help control the spread of the fire. At one point I counted 16 firetrucks lining the highway in front of the high school.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I was able to get some pictures, and I will post when I upload them, but are some  from the &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nrtoday.com/article/20080712/NEWS/769965825"&gt;Roseburg News-Review&lt;/a&gt;.
&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nrimg.sv.publicus.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?Site=NR&amp;amp;Date=20080712&amp;amp;Category=NEWS&amp;amp;ArtNo=410678928&amp;amp;Ref=V1&amp;amp;Profile=1063&amp;amp;MaxW=550&amp;amp;title=1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://nrimg.sv.publicus.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?Site=NR&amp;amp;Date=20080712&amp;amp;Category=NEWS&amp;amp;ArtNo=410678928&amp;amp;Ref=V1&amp;amp;Profile=1063&amp;amp;MaxW=550&amp;amp;title=1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The part of the building on the left is the library. The windows on the right are the main office which hopefully was spared. At this point the Gym also was saved. I am sure that there will definitely be smoke and water damage to both areas.
&lt;/p&gt;Although none of my own kids are high school age yet, the kids I teach are. This will have a huge effect on these students and the community as a whole. It is a shame that just as the buildings and facilities are getting much needed updates and renovations, it will all be somewhat set back by this fire and its impact. My son, who definitely takes after his mother, when told about  the loss of the library, cried. Truly he did. As a voracious reader and book lover he understands that the loss of the library is HUGE .

&lt;p&gt;And even though there is insurance, and things can be replaced and rebuilt, there are only 55 days until school starts again,  the district will have to make some creative arrangements  and move pretty fast  so that the impact on students can be minimized.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-2480688990648771500?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/2480688990648771500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=2480688990648771500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/2480688990648771500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/2480688990648771500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-glide-high-school-burned.html' title='The day Glide High School burned'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-7512963278892973518</id><published>2008-07-10T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:58:57.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Center of The Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SHb2XjncTmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o6B2J5iJq1U/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SHb2XjncTmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o6B2J5iJq1U/s400/rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221631702540766818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A field about a mile down the road.
&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SHb2X0ksP5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/BM36MHyV_iI/s1600-h/ruby%27s+little+river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SHb2X0ksP5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/BM36MHyV_iI/s400/ruby%27s+little+river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221631707092631442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This is Little River.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-7512963278892973518?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/7512963278892973518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=7512963278892973518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7512963278892973518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7512963278892973518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/center-of-universe.html' title='The Center of The Universe'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SHb2XjncTmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o6B2J5iJq1U/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-8524391418704045079</id><published>2008-07-10T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:24:44.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitamin Water...Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21nFNavb9fL._SL500_AA275_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21nFNavb9fL._SL500_AA275_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like the rest of the U.S. I have jumped on the bottled water bandwagon. I LOVE the water that comes from the tap at my house, but when on-the-go, I definitely buy water.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not long ago I discovered Vitamin Water. This stuff, especially the XXX variety, is great!&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I do wonder if I am actually getting anything beyond colored, flavored water. According to Wikipedia:&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;VitaminWater&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; consists of vapor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Distilled" class="mw-redirect" title="Distilled"&gt;distilled&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deionized_water" class="mw-redirect" title="Deionized water"&gt;deionized&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and/or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reverse_osmosis" title="Reverse osmosis"&gt;reverse osmosis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; water; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crystalline_fructose" title="Crystalline fructose"&gt;crystalline fructose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (derived from corn syrup) as a sweetener; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Citric_acid" title="Citric acid"&gt;citric acid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electrolytes" class="mw-redirect" title="Electrolytes"&gt;electrolytes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; natural flavors; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vitamins" class="mw-redirect" title="Vitamins"&gt;vitamins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, including &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vitamin_C" title="Vitamin C"&gt;Vitamin C&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vitamin_B3" class="mw-redirect" title="Vitamin B3"&gt;B3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vitamin_B5" class="mw-redirect" title="Vitamin B5"&gt;B5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vitamin_B6" title="Vitamin B6"&gt;B6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vitamin_B12" title="Vitamin B12"&gt;B12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vitamin_E" title="Vitamin E"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Other ingredients are added according to the flavor and intended purpose of the drink. It is not a low-sugar drink, with a sugar content is comparable to other sweetened soft drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WOW. I so was not expecting that. WTH is reverse osmosis water?&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyway, even thought Vitamin Water is not pure goodness in a bottle, I like it and it is refreshing to drink. It has to be a LITTLE bit better for a person than the HFCS in most soft drinks. It has to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-8524391418704045079?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/8524391418704045079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=8524391418704045079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/8524391418704045079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/8524391418704045079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/vitamin-waterreally.html' title='Vitamin Water...Really?'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-290763193759189336</id><published>2008-07-08T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:24:09.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Did it to Ourselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I stole this from a blog somewhere. Sorry, I have no idea where. While I don't agree with all of the points 100%, it has a lot of validity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;We did it to ourselves,  the crappy market and housing industry that is.  We charged and financed our way into homes far to big and far to expensive then went and bought all the Ethan Allen goods we could stuff into our walls.  We then waited for a year and took out a home equity line of credit and then went on a 5k vacation, bought a 40k car and bought Coach purses and steak dinners.&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="postentry"&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We could not wait for the little splurges in life.  $5 cups of coffee three times a week, hey I deserve it, $400 soccer lessions for Johnny, he enjoys it!  We needed a new car and it had to be new with DVD and GPS.  No second hand for us!  How dare people think we should wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And no way could we drive sedans.  Nope we had to have giant SUV’s and mini vans because our kids have to haul around a metric ton of stuff for their 3 daily lessons and 5 school projects.  The idea that if we bought gas at the rates we did drove up prices along with other market factors is just plain silly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had to have, no waiting, instant credit, just charge it we’ll worry about it later but hey we’ll get Disney Bucks for it too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The goverment doesn’t need to fix it, we do.  We over bought and over consumed and felt we had a God given right to have whatever we wanted the second we wanted it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it’s not our fault.&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/37935533-290763193759189336?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/290763193759189336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=290763193759189336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/290763193759189336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/290763193759189336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-did-it-to-ourselves.html' title='We Did it to Ourselves'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-6329001303120356951</id><published>2008-07-08T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:32:04.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar, Liar pants on fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graysmatter.codivation.com/content/binary/wii_baseball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://graysmatter.codivation.com/content/binary/wii_baseball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I lied yesterday. I did not paint the door. I did not paint a wall. I did not do anything remotely productive all day long. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What I did do was play Nintendo Wii's baseball with my kiddos. I am not nearly as good as Jacob and Hayley and Ruby are improving rapidly, but I give them a run for their money!!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Yeah MOM!!!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I did start painting the stupid door today and it is going to take at least 2 coats. After pictures will have to wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-6329001303120356951?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/6329001303120356951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=6329001303120356951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/6329001303120356951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/6329001303120356951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html' title='Liar, Liar pants on fire'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-7033674114977635149</id><published>2008-07-07T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:56:53.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Door BEFORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SHJKSNpeM1I/AAAAAAAAACc/KluG4P__j0U/s1600-h/IMG_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SHJKSNpeM1I/AAAAAAAAACc/KluG4P__j0U/s320/IMG_0539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220316594837533522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;By the end of the day today, this door will be green.
I have only had the paint for at least two years.
I AM going to paint it today!!
AFTER pictures to follow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-7033674114977635149?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/7033674114977635149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=7033674114977635149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7033674114977635149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7033674114977635149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/door-before.html' title='Door BEFORE'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SHJKSNpeM1I/AAAAAAAAACc/KluG4P__j0U/s72-c/IMG_0539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-7641628843223912564</id><published>2008-07-04T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:37:42.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cool for FUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SG8UlxobwaI/AAAAAAAAACU/-m6uwWXPRaE/s1600-h/IMG_1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SG8UlxobwaI/AAAAAAAAACU/-m6uwWXPRaE/s320/IMG_1527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219413132356338082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is my son Jacob(on the far right) and two of his good friends. Notice how excited they were to watch the fireworks.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The funny thing is, when we got home I asked Jacob what he liked best about our day today and he said the fireworks!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I swear 13 year old boys are hormonal messes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-7641628843223912564?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/7641628843223912564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=7641628843223912564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7641628843223912564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7641628843223912564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/too-cool-for-fun.html' title='Too Cool for FUN'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SG8UlxobwaI/AAAAAAAAACU/-m6uwWXPRaE/s72-c/IMG_1527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-269488517575843151</id><published>2008-07-03T22:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T22:45:10.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/invite_friends.gif?0:58794"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 41px; height: 38px;" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/invite_friends.gif?0:58794" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/invite_friends.gif?0:58794"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; You can find me on Facebook.
Damn, that place is addicting.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I am wondering about the etiquette of the place. If one off my friends has a friend that I know, can I just request to have their friend be my friend? What if I don't know this person all that well and just want to have more friends?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It surely would be a lot easier that way than trolling around for my own damn friends! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-269488517575843151?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/269488517575843151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=269488517575843151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/269488517575843151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/269488517575843151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-1963977739836016085</id><published>2008-07-03T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:10:23.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My family's favorite...SOUP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1C4oHC3XRw/RxT2e5TLOSI/AAAAAAAADdA/JJLNnaxSnxU/s400/Joan+Pics+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1C4oHC3XRw/RxT2e5TLOSI/AAAAAAAADdA/JJLNnaxSnxU/s400/Joan+Pics+135.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:10pt;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Zuppa Toscano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;My family LOVES this easy  soup.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 lb. Italian Sausage (I use ground sausage)(I add  more to make the recipe more hearty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4 large Russet Baking Potatoes sliced in  half, and then in 1/4 inch slices (sometimes more for heartiness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 large  Onion, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 cloves garlic minced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Frozen chopped spinach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 cans  Chicken Broth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 can beef broth (for richness)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 qt. more/less Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 cup Heavy  Whipping Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cook sausage in a 300-degree oven. Bake  approximately 1/2 hour, drain on
paper towels, and cut into slices.(I just  cook my ground sausage in a pan, then drain.)
Place onion, potatoes, broth,  water, and garlic in pot, and cook on
medium heat until potatoes are done.  Add sausage, salt and pepper to taste, and simmer for another 10 minutes.   Add flour/milk mixture to thicken soup up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Turn to low heat, add spinach and cream. Heat  through and serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/37935533-1963977739836016085?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/1963977739836016085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=1963977739836016085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1963977739836016085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1963977739836016085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-familys-favoritesoup.html' title='My family&apos;s favorite...SOUP!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e1C4oHC3XRw/RxT2e5TLOSI/AAAAAAAADdA/JJLNnaxSnxU/s72-c/Joan+Pics+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-503275630260599989</id><published>2008-07-01T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:13:18.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They have better lives than I do!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My kids are all wonderful. I love them and I love that  they are successful at everything they do.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But, this week I am feeling the financial strain of their activities.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Jacob tried out for and made the Babe Ruth All Star team. This is fabulous!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SGsM1QGiI3I/AAAAAAAAACE/k_VxV1PPCKY/s1600-h/IMG_1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SGsM1QGiI3I/AAAAAAAAACE/k_VxV1PPCKY/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218278702233822066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Except for the fact that the practices are every day.
In Myrtle Creek.
That is over 80 miles round trip.
Tonight I calculated that it is costing me about 20 cents a mile to drive the car anywhere, so it costs me about $16 just for practice each day!!!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, tonight I was informed that the uniforms will cost $60 ASAP and that the arrangements for hotel rooms at the state tournament will need to be paid for ASAP, and all of the other expenses that come along with traveling.

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm losing my mined as I am emptying out my pocket book!!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then there is Hayley.
She tried out for and made a classic soccer team.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SGsNYcktzuI/AAAAAAAAACM/kXVFLGr9Ni4/s1600-h/IMG_0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SGsNYcktzuI/AAAAAAAAACM/kXVFLGr9Ni4/s320/IMG_0582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218279306877062882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Great.
$295 just to play.
$65 for a basic uniform
$65 more for sweats and a backpack.
She also needs a new ball, cleats, shinguards....
AND she is required to attend a camp in 2 weeks that will cost $140.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;YIKES! When will it end.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I realize that these are optional choices and we could opt out of them and the expenses, but these are things that I really want my kids to be able to do. I want to be able to provide these opportunities for them.  I am just not sure how to fund them.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-503275630260599989?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/503275630260599989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=503275630260599989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/503275630260599989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/503275630260599989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/07/they-have-better-lives-than-i-do.html' title='They have better lives than I do!!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SGsM1QGiI3I/AAAAAAAAACE/k_VxV1PPCKY/s72-c/IMG_1414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-4185445589831155264</id><published>2008-06-30T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:53:52.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 ODD things about ME!</title><content type='html'>I got this in an email and thought it might be fun.......

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Do you like blue cheese?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes, in salad dressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Have you ever been to Yellowstone Park?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Nope, not even close. :(&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Do you own a gun?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not me, but my kids do (!)&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What are your favorite songs?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too many to list...
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Running to Stand Still by U2&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Sometimes&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What do you think about hot dogs?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;         Not my favorite. I think my Mom overdosed me as a kid!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Favorite Christmas song?&lt;/span&gt;
    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anything by Johnny Mathis&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;
     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chocolate milk made only with Nesquik&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Can you do push ups?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        Not too many!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What was the name of your first pet?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;       NeeChee a neurotic dog&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        My star  ring from Toni&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Favorite hobby?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        Reading&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Secret weapon to get the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmmm, I don't know if I have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt; weapon....
    &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Do you have ADD?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        nope&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What one trait do you hate about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        My lack of follow through. I have a lot of great ideas, but not the oomph to finish them up.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What's your middle name?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;       Lynn&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts you are thinking at this exact moment?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        NO! Too much TV is too much. Turn it off!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;         I hate this smoke.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;         WTH am I gonna cook for dinner&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What did you buy yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        Gas,
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        soccer shoes for Hayley,
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        socks for Jacob, cute things for Ruby,
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        and a giant cherry limeade from Sonic for ME!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Favorite vegetable?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          asparagus&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Current worry right now?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;       the sound my brakes are making and how I am going to afford fixing them   &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Current hate right now?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Lack of $$$$$&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Favorite place to be?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   I haven't found it yet.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What did you do to bring in the New Year?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Nothing much. Fought valiantly to stay awake 'til midnight.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Where would you like to go?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Anywhere!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Name three people who will complete this?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  No clue!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Do you own slippers?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  nope&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Starbucks freebie t-shirt&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   No way, icky! Too slippery.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Can you whistle?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   yep&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; RED, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; RED, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Would you be a pirate?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Probably just a wench&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  No singing in my shower. Singing happens in the car.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Favorite girl's name?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Depends on the day!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Favorite boy's name?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Jacob, of course!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. What's in your pocket right now?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Nothing&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. What made you laugh last?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Ruby covering up her fart &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Best bed sheets as a child?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I never had special sheets :(&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  A bad cut on my thumb?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  My friends aren't all that loud. Their kids are!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Do you like where you live?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;       Yep, I love where I live. And I totally realize this only after going back to my "hometown" this weekend.
&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. How many TV's do you have?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  4&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. How many dogs do you own?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    One fat border collie named Max&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. What would you do if you hit a deer while driving?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  I said some really naughty words and cried.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Also turned around to make sure the poor thing was dead.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. What is your favorite book?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    Flanagan's Run by Tom McNab&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. What is your favorite candy?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Orangeheads&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Favorite Sports Team?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Whatever team my kids are on&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. What were you doing at 12 am last night?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Trying to read, but really falling asleep&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. What was the first thing that you thought of when you woke up this morning?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   I need to get something done today.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. What songs do you want played at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   Who cares? The funeral is for my family. Let them pick what they want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    That would be lovely....... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-4185445589831155264?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/4185445589831155264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=4185445589831155264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/4185445589831155264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/4185445589831155264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/06/50-odd-things-about-me.html' title='50 ODD things about ME!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-1589071805450387808</id><published>2008-06-29T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T18:32:53.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty years??? I'm How Old?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SGiAVtuGoTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pqLmIPQ85HU/s1600-h/05-01-08_1658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SGiAVtuGoTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pqLmIPQ85HU/s320/05-01-08_1658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217561278847295794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just returned from Hillsboro for my 20th high school reunion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh. My. Gosh. Hillsboro has changed.
My old house is so small.
My old **parking spot** with Bob Schuler is now a church!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;High school was a long time ago and I wouldn't want to go back even if I could.
I have come to the realization that I went through school in my own little bubble.
I missed so much and yet I didn't miss nuthin'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was a smart girl who didn't really care about grades.
I knew a lot of people but was only really close to a few.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It definitely wasn't the part of my life that I think defines me, I think I am living that part right now.
I talked a minute or two with the people that I wanted to see and did A LOT of smiling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am not sure I will even bother going to future reunions.
I wish the reunion was over two weekends. one for the breaking through the past phase and one for the rest of it. There were people there that I would have loved to get to know better but the conversations never really got past the introduction/catch up/superficial  phase.
Probably it is just me, but I wanted, or expected more!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am always doing that to myself, though, having unrealistic expectations.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I have now lived away from my hometown of Hillsboro for as long as I ever lived there.
So, so , so strange!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/37935533-1589071805450387808?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/1589071805450387808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=1589071805450387808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1589071805450387808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/1589071805450387808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2008/06/twenty-years.html' title='Twenty years??? I&apos;m How Old?!!'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SGiAVtuGoTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pqLmIPQ85HU/s72-c/05-01-08_1658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-2220128412751257627</id><published>2007-12-24T15:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T15:49:29.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>First  day of school:

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The Veteran's Day parade in Roseburg and Ruby's 5th birthday.  Jacob was oh too excited to pose with his sisters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37935533-7117636026596159067?l=tracyandthekids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/feeds/7117636026596159067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37935533&amp;postID=7117636026596159067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7117636026596159067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37935533/posts/default/7117636026596159067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyandthekids.blogspot.com/2007/12/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Tracy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07605208191861445762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tTOSooURhr4/SIzQD6q5DkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KlvWEVtuk8I/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTOSooURhr4/R3BDSAaBPQI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5_c-c3WImNQ/s72-c/IMG_0843_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37935533.post-3240627704881098105</id><published>2007-12-24T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T15:37:17.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>December has been a blur, and now it is already Christmas.
Merry Christmas!


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