<?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-2630356557654170410</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:14:30.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VB365</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-6089707630184672566</id><published>2008-10-10T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:35:06.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO_l-C6lCOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/geQEC0YlAQc/s1600-h/Oct+10-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255672144261875938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO_l-C6lCOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/geQEC0YlAQc/s320/Oct+10-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO_l-KMqoeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PKFPxAzoTjs/s1600-h/Oct+10-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255672146216788450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO_l-KMqoeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/PKFPxAzoTjs/s320/Oct+10-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO_l-ZhDYMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3zRtgNHqXDw/s1600-h/Oct+10-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO_l-ZhDYMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3zRtgNHqXDw/s1600-h/Oct+10-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255672150328828098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO_l-ZhDYMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3zRtgNHqXDw/s320/Oct+10-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Since I couldn't take them apple/pumpkin picking, I figured we would go to the beach for a little bit.  Dylynn of course got wet up to her thighs.  I also thought maybe we could tire the dog out. The beach didn't work, but she had a playdate with my neighbors dog after that. Now she is asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-6089707630184672566?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/6089707630184672566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=6089707630184672566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/6089707630184672566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/6089707630184672566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-10.html' title='October 10'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO_l-C6lCOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/geQEC0YlAQc/s72-c/Oct+10-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-2379767856336254363</id><published>2008-10-10T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:28:29.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO_lDtAcxLI/AAAAAAAAANs/2uJ99bbBF_Q/s1600-h/Oct+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255671141948507314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO_lDtAcxLI/AAAAAAAAANs/2uJ99bbBF_Q/s320/Oct+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught red handed! Not that she is chewing up stuff or anything, but that is the stuffing from a comforter hanging out of her mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-2379767856336254363?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/2379767856336254363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=2379767856336254363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2379767856336254363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2379767856336254363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-9.html' title='October 9'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO_lDtAcxLI/AAAAAAAAANs/2uJ99bbBF_Q/s72-c/Oct+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-4475542165793875096</id><published>2008-10-10T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:25:13.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO_kNZDZe1I/AAAAAAAAANc/DyuBP-0kJ9E/s1600-h/Oct+8-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255670208879229778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO_kNZDZe1I/AAAAAAAAANc/DyuBP-0kJ9E/s320/Oct+8-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO_kNWabo6I/AAAAAAAAANk/EPciyQrR17Q/s1600-h/Oct+8-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255670208170533794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO_kNWabo6I/AAAAAAAAANk/EPciyQrR17Q/s320/Oct+8-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gnomes on my counter must have a pet. I am sure these are wine stains, but why are they in the shape of a paw print???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-4475542165793875096?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/4475542165793875096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=4475542165793875096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/4475542165793875096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/4475542165793875096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-8.html' title='October 8'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO_kNZDZe1I/AAAAAAAAANc/DyuBP-0kJ9E/s72-c/Oct+8-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-1437520782548433951</id><published>2008-10-10T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T04:22:10.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO8608u4UZI/AAAAAAAAANU/8-qtAXafTuE/s1600-h/Oct+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255483971495022994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO8608u4UZI/AAAAAAAAANU/8-qtAXafTuE/s320/Oct+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our own personal greeter. This is the face you see when you come to my house. She has to look out the window when she hears something outside. She has figured out how to get on the ottoman and peek - and make sure the blinds are out of her way. She sits there when we leave for school too. She doesn't bark though, she is just nosy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-1437520782548433951?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/1437520782548433951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=1437520782548433951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/1437520782548433951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/1437520782548433951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-7.html' title='October 7'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO8608u4UZI/AAAAAAAAANU/8-qtAXafTuE/s72-c/Oct+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-3519673450586626734</id><published>2008-10-10T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T04:18:30.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO85_SR3N1I/AAAAAAAAANM/LDbvBsIxG84/s1600-h/Oct+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255483049565960018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO85_SR3N1I/AAAAAAAAANM/LDbvBsIxG84/s320/Oct+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I ask for help loading the dish washer??? No, but that doesn't mean I won't get it. Of course not from the two legged kids - heaven forbid they take a dish off the table, let alone rinse it and put it in the dishwasher!! Pepper will help me though, weather I need it or not!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-3519673450586626734?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/3519673450586626734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=3519673450586626734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3519673450586626734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3519673450586626734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-4.html' title='October 4'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO85_SR3N1I/AAAAAAAAANM/LDbvBsIxG84/s72-c/Oct+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-2408748565178588816</id><published>2008-10-10T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T04:16:35.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO85dy0Rb0I/AAAAAAAAANE/pG9_vtxg-aw/s1600-h/Oct+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255482474184666946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO85dy0Rb0I/AAAAAAAAANE/pG9_vtxg-aw/s320/Oct+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG!!! She has mule ears. When she stands her ears up they are so big. It is really funny. Hubby says they look like Dingo ears. I wish I had gotten to see the mom. I am really not so sure what she could be mixed with. What the heck kind of "Hound" had mule ears???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I guess she will grow into her ears when she grows into her feet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-2408748565178588816?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/2408748565178588816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=2408748565178588816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2408748565178588816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2408748565178588816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-3.html' title='October 3'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO85dy0Rb0I/AAAAAAAAANE/pG9_vtxg-aw/s72-c/Oct+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-4746524989959478014</id><published>2008-10-10T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T04:13:39.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO84yu8GDkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ejAMkAm_JdI/s1600-h/Sept+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255481734409358914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO84yu8GDkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ejAMkAm_JdI/s320/Sept+30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got the dog a Halloween costume. I had to wait until she was asleep on her bear to get it on her. The first day she was having no part of it. I don't know that we will actually get the whole thing on her, but it should be funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-4746524989959478014?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/4746524989959478014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=4746524989959478014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/4746524989959478014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/4746524989959478014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/10/september-30.html' title='September 30'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO84yu8GDkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ejAMkAm_JdI/s72-c/Sept+30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-5670413781654908837</id><published>2008-10-10T04:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T04:10:50.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO84G_SpD2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/zRy5berNpUA/s1600-h/Sept+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255480982884650850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO84G_SpD2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/zRy5berNpUA/s320/Sept+27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a new helper. I was trying to make the bed, and the dog had to give a hand. Chewing on the pillows as I am putting the pillow cases on. She likes to go under the bed too and run out at you when you walk by. Looking at her paws, she won't be able to do that too much longer. I think she is going to be a good size dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-5670413781654908837?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/5670413781654908837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=5670413781654908837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/5670413781654908837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/5670413781654908837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/10/september-27.html' title='September 27'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO84G_SpD2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/zRy5berNpUA/s72-c/Sept+27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-9070909884261173258</id><published>2008-10-10T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T04:04:03.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO82mAwis2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Jn52ZKcLt-E/s1600-h/Sept+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255479316831187810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO82mAwis2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Jn52ZKcLt-E/s320/Sept+23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashie got sent home from school today. 101 degree fever. That wasn't bad enough. We have been walking to school, so I didn't have a car. I call hubby and ask what he is doing - he has been working at my dad's house around the corner, but not today - today he is in Montauk - an hour away. Great!! Call the in laws - not home. I had to call my neighbor - who it turns out, was taking care of her girlfriend who had a 101 fever. She picked her up and ran her home for me. I get home and Ash looked so miserable. What does every great mom do at a time like this??? Take a picture. LOL!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-9070909884261173258?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/9070909884261173258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=9070909884261173258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/9070909884261173258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/9070909884261173258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/10/september-23.html' title='September 23'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO82mAwis2I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Jn52ZKcLt-E/s72-c/Sept+23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-7788854017809143496</id><published>2008-10-10T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T04:00:23.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO81tjwyjiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/swOzTAm_r38/s1600-h/Sept+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255478346974924322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO81tjwyjiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/swOzTAm_r38/s320/Sept+21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do with this hair. Ash used to have bangs. She decided to grow them out and get long layers. Well, that's all well and good, but her hair now hangs in her face all of the time. She isn't so good at taking care of her hair, so I am lucky if it gets brushed. I have to tell her to put a headband on. Hair hanging in my face makes me crazy, I couldn't live like this!! I need to figure out what to do with it. I really don't want her to get bangs again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-7788854017809143496?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/7788854017809143496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=7788854017809143496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7788854017809143496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7788854017809143496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/10/september-21.html' title='September 21'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO81tjwyjiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/swOzTAm_r38/s72-c/Sept+21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-4823135457881892000</id><published>2008-10-10T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T03:56:21.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO80x_UktEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jhpxlWfX_z8/s1600-h/Sept+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255477323580617794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO80x_UktEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jhpxlWfX_z8/s320/Sept+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karate testing today. Ony Dylynn tested. Ashlyn helped out - she is going to start training to be a Junior Instructor. Since she was helping out, the instructor let her present Dyl with her next belt. Of course there was carrying on - Ashie had to make sure it was really tight and of course there was some pushing between the two. Heaven forbid they act like nice loving sisters!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-4823135457881892000?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/4823135457881892000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=4823135457881892000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/4823135457881892000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/4823135457881892000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/10/september-20.html' title='September 20'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO80x_UktEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jhpxlWfX_z8/s72-c/Sept+20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-3944675138015003475</id><published>2008-10-10T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T03:53:17.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO80D-Zl4AI/AAAAAAAAAMU/PEhUBwz-Eis/s1600-h/Sept+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255476533059248130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO80D-Zl4AI/AAAAAAAAAMU/PEhUBwz-Eis/s320/Sept+15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting comfy!! She loves to sleep in "the chair" I personally can't stand this chair, but the dog loves it. She can't get up in it herself yet, but somehow she is always up there. Yes, we are all guilty of tossing her up there. I know sometimes I have to use the bathroom and I figure if she is up there, she won't pee or poop - I am safe for a few minutes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-3944675138015003475?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/3944675138015003475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=3944675138015003475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3944675138015003475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3944675138015003475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/10/september-15.html' title='September 15'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO80D-Zl4AI/AAAAAAAAAMU/PEhUBwz-Eis/s72-c/Sept+15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-7696305727120408557</id><published>2008-10-10T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T03:48:45.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO8y7pecW6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4XQ3eWlycTQ/s1600-h/September+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255475290491870114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO8y7pecW6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4XQ3eWlycTQ/s320/September+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do with the old booster seats???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why, leave them in the living room so the puppy can use them as base, of course. If you throw her something she will come back with it, but she has to go sit on the booster seat - then she will drop it, but she has to be there first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-7696305727120408557?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/7696305727120408557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=7696305727120408557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7696305727120408557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7696305727120408557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/10/september-14.html' title='September 14'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SO8y7pecW6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4XQ3eWlycTQ/s72-c/September+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-2915241901184155190</id><published>2008-09-14T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:22:05.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0r6kK9HBI/AAAAAAAAAME/QcizAmlZ9mw/s1600-h/September+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245897426098527250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0r6kK9HBI/AAAAAAAAAME/QcizAmlZ9mw/s320/September+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only picture I took today.  The silly dog carrying around a two pound weight.  I forgot how much fun chewing puppies are - NOT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-2915241901184155190?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/2915241901184155190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=2915241901184155190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2915241901184155190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2915241901184155190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-7.html' title='September 7'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0r6kK9HBI/AAAAAAAAAME/QcizAmlZ9mw/s72-c/September+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-3652639757867111405</id><published>2008-09-14T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:20:21.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0q2_aTKbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/13Nt5m_ok64/s1600-h/September+5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245896265179539890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0q2_aTKbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/13Nt5m_ok64/s320/September+5-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is part of my flower bed. I was so proud of the way it looked. Everything was alive, the flowers were huge and bright - lots of flowers..............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;............. And then we got Pepper.  Now The first few feet next to the deck  look like this.  Very Sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0rMCimeCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qkQV2MWwhHU/s1600-h/September+5-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245896626796918818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0rMCimeCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/qkQV2MWwhHU/s320/September+5-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-3652639757867111405?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/3652639757867111405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=3652639757867111405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3652639757867111405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3652639757867111405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-5.html' title='September 5'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0q2_aTKbI/AAAAAAAAAL0/13Nt5m_ok64/s72-c/September+5-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-876988370768688489</id><published>2008-09-14T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:15:48.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0qKZTAlkI/AAAAAAAAALs/ATWAgmninKY/s1600-h/September+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245895499034170946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0qKZTAlkI/AAAAAAAAALs/ATWAgmninKY/s320/September+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day of school.  The twinkies started 5th grade and Dyl started 2nd.  We have been walking to school.  I had to go in early so we dropped the twins at the Middle School and Dyl and I went to work.  I have started letting the twins walk by themselves - they actually meet two friends on the corner by my neighbors house - she is a cop, so I am ok with this.  So far all is going well.  Lets keep our fingers crosssed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-876988370768688489?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/876988370768688489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=876988370768688489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/876988370768688489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/876988370768688489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-3.html' title='September 3'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0qKZTAlkI/AAAAAAAAALs/ATWAgmninKY/s72-c/September+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-3167549721067156097</id><published>2008-09-14T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:12:46.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0pppHE88I/AAAAAAAAALk/Efk-O0Tau1c/s1600-h/September+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245894936343409602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0pppHE88I/AAAAAAAAALk/Efk-O0Tau1c/s320/September+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girls and their other cousins.  Ry is doing his Michael Phelps impersonation.  I have the only girls in the family.  Both my husbands sister and my brother have boys.  And my brothers oldest has two boys too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-3167549721067156097?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/3167549721067156097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=3167549721067156097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3167549721067156097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3167549721067156097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-1.html' title='September 1'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0pppHE88I/AAAAAAAAALk/Efk-O0Tau1c/s72-c/September+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-3495356502308038470</id><published>2008-09-14T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:10:28.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0pKV2S9EI/AAAAAAAAALc/iHa3lhhw00Y/s1600-h/August+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245894398596805698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0pKV2S9EI/AAAAAAAAALc/iHa3lhhw00Y/s320/August+31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another favorite spot - Daddy's recliner.  I don't mind her in the chair since it it filthy and disgusting any way.  She was sleeping and dreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-3495356502308038470?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/3495356502308038470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=3495356502308038470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3495356502308038470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3495356502308038470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/09/august-31.html' title='August 31'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0pKV2S9EI/AAAAAAAAALc/iHa3lhhw00Y/s72-c/August+31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-1462470892060306552</id><published>2008-09-14T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:08:35.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0oqBjXR6I/AAAAAAAAALU/rEQMkINcZAY/s1600-h/August+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245893843392874402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0oqBjXR6I/AAAAAAAAALU/rEQMkINcZAY/s320/August+30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of Peppers favorite spots.  She loves to sit on the base of the basket ball hoop.  She really is a cutie, but she is still making me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-1462470892060306552?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/1462470892060306552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=1462470892060306552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/1462470892060306552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/1462470892060306552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/09/august-30.html' title='August 30'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0oqBjXR6I/AAAAAAAAALU/rEQMkINcZAY/s72-c/August+30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-8271249785097424717</id><published>2008-09-14T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:06:32.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0oHDQUDVI/AAAAAAAAALM/Y9MMuLj0snM/s1600-h/August+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245893242554420562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0oHDQUDVI/AAAAAAAAALM/Y9MMuLj0snM/s320/August+29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stinker bell all fresh and clean from her shower/bath.  yes, she took the shower and then let the water run into the tub so she could swim.  You would think this is the best trick in the book.  She loves having her hair all up like mommy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-8271249785097424717?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/8271249785097424717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=8271249785097424717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8271249785097424717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8271249785097424717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/09/august-28.html' title='August 28'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SM0oHDQUDVI/AAAAAAAAALM/Y9MMuLj0snM/s72-c/August+29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-2403646759814911876</id><published>2008-08-28T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:38:35.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 28</title><content type='html'>Does it have to be just one picture?? We got our puppy today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLcoG0ScWkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NdpvOjrHCT0/s1600-h/Our+new+Puppy+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239700789049186882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLcoG0ScWkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NdpvOjrHCT0/s320/Our+new+Puppy+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at her.  The girls decided to name her Pepper.  There were a few I liked better, but she isn't my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLcoHUT5zYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6dYxy8PIPT4/s1600-h/Our+new+Puppy+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239700797645245826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLcoHUT5zYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6dYxy8PIPT4/s320/Our+new+Puppy+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It took her about 5 minutes to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLcoH2i66cI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XC0KG3i2cks/s1600-h/Our+new+Puppy+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239700806835038658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLcoH2i66cI/AAAAAAAAAK0/XC0KG3i2cks/s320/Our+new+Puppy+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She started chasing the girls around it was funny.  She was running around with them for about an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLcoIL3oTkI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2_lC_QB8BHw/s1600-h/Our+new+Puppy+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239700812559044162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLcoIL3oTkI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2_lC_QB8BHw/s320/Our+new+Puppy+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They threw her a tennis ball, and I thought she would be too small for it - she wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLcoIuwuknI/AAAAAAAAALE/-AwJKoZb3JY/s1600-h/Our+new+Puppy+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239700821925335666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLcoIuwuknI/AAAAAAAAALE/-AwJKoZb3JY/s320/Our+new+Puppy+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is exhausted now.  Now they just have to tire her out again before we go to bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-2403646759814911876?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/2403646759814911876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=2403646759814911876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2403646759814911876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2403646759814911876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-28.html' title='August 28'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLcoG0ScWkI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NdpvOjrHCT0/s72-c/Our+new+Puppy+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-2851278458505735008</id><published>2008-08-28T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:32:45.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLcm7kXDnoI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gARt7YHKBQc/s1600-h/August+27+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239699496283381378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLcm7kXDnoI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gARt7YHKBQc/s320/August+27+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who is that masked person???  Everyone seems to love the Monkey mask - even Aunt/Grandma Ellen.  The kids had a ball with it today.  Hubby even woke the twins up with it.  He loves to scare the crap out of them.  LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-2851278458505735008?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/2851278458505735008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=2851278458505735008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2851278458505735008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2851278458505735008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-27.html' title='August 27'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLcm7kXDnoI/AAAAAAAAAKc/gARt7YHKBQc/s72-c/August+27+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-2763264034719464947</id><published>2008-08-26T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:16:54.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLRIFC_CQBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EBtPynXDHDw/s1600-h/August+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238891518076534802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLRIFC_CQBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EBtPynXDHDw/s320/August+26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't this pretty!!!  My little candle holder that I love to put stuff in!!!  I went and bought shells today.  And after spending over $20 on said shells, I had a realization  What kind of MORON as close to the beach as I do and goes and buys freakin shells.   WTF was I thinking??  And I won't mention that I think in my candle cabinet I already have shells.  Who is the biggest ass you know - YUP!!!  That would be me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-2763264034719464947?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/2763264034719464947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=2763264034719464947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2763264034719464947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2763264034719464947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-26.html' title='August 26'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLRIFC_CQBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EBtPynXDHDw/s72-c/August+26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-2424348300595878228</id><published>2008-08-26T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:13:21.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Where is the big ass gold chain and the horn?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nephew showed me the sneakers he picked out for school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLRHAMP80eI/AAAAAAAAAKE/K3DMChwVFc0/s1600-h/August+25+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238890335152427490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLRHAMP80eI/AAAAAAAAAKE/K3DMChwVFc0/s320/August+25+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course I had to say - OMG are you Italian.  Not to mention that they are huge.  So as I was laughing about the fact that my Italian Nephew is walking around with the flag on his shoes - he points out the details....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLRHA1W_VRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8JPHk9rvTMw/s1600-h/August+25+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238890346187805970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLRHA1W_VRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/8JPHk9rvTMw/s320/August+25+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why yes my friends, tha is a mushroom, a slice of pepper and some pepperoni slices.  I was rolling.  He really likes these.  Thank heavens because he is the one who will be wearing them.  I had to have a picture of these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-2424348300595878228?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/2424348300595878228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=2424348300595878228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2424348300595878228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2424348300595878228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-25.html' title='August 25'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLRHAMP80eI/AAAAAAAAAKE/K3DMChwVFc0/s72-c/August+25+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-430084771391777132</id><published>2008-08-26T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:07:14.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLRFcItc9CI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RviVnB41U68/s1600-h/Devin+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238888616215508002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLRFcItc9CI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RviVnB41U68/s320/Devin+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is really sad. Not tragic sad, but sad.  My youngest Great Nephew, Devin,  was born in December.  This was the first time I got to see him.  My SIL babysits for them every Wednesday, they only live a freakin half an hour away, 40 minutes if I decided to drive the speed limit, and this was the first time I have seen him - Mind you, it was only the 2nd time I have seen my SIL, two nephews also.  See, sad.  Well, we decided not to let that happen again.  There is no reason she and I and the kids can't get together without the husbands and the rest of the family.  So there, that said, let's hope we can pull this off!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-430084771391777132?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/430084771391777132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=430084771391777132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/430084771391777132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/430084771391777132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-20.html' title='August 20'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLRFcItc9CI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RviVnB41U68/s72-c/Devin+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-8715976993148850228</id><published>2008-08-26T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:02:09.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A little more catch up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On August 14th was my brothers annual pub crawl. This is the day that everyone - well, ok, not everyone, but a lot of our friends take off and head to the city. My brother and his coworkers go in ahead of time for "research" This was the 7th year (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for info in case you want to join us next year here is his web site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fapiii.com/pubcrawlpix.htm"&gt;http://www.fapiii.com/pubcrawlpix.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and it was an international theme since it was an Olympic year. We had an Australian, Italian, Irish, American, Chinese and Mexican place. This was one of the better years - except it rained and it really shouldn't rain on pub crawl - but that is just my opinion!! So the Australian place was 8 Mile Creek - one of their signature cocktails was "The Flying Kangaroo" There is no Kangaroo in it of course which is why when we went in for "research", I agreed to eat Kangaroo skewers - there wasn't going to be kangaroo in it right - WRONG!! It tasted nasty so I asked the bar tender - very nice man by the way - what it was - he looked at me like I was nuts and said it was Kangaroo - So here is a picture of my Frankie and I at 8 Mile creek - not eating Kangaroo this time around, but thoroughly enjoying my Flying Kangaroo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238885576341996514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLRCrMTIQ-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/SU1hN--2nug/s320/August+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I can't let this day go without mentioning the Wanted Man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238887195286972274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLREJbVsJ3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qsO7Rc6p0mc/s320/wanted+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also went to a place called Gatsby's. My cousin was talking to some guy so he was standing, I just moved in and took his seat. He of course was busting my chops, so I gave it back to him - this was our 3rd or 4th bar and since the drinking commences at my house before we even head to the train - you can imagine the shape I was in - I wanted to take a picture of the first man I have have ever annoyed the crap out of in 7 years - or at least the first one to admit it. LOL!! He wouldn't let us take his picture - I decided he was a wanted man - but I can't figure out by who with that shitty attitude. LOL &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-8715976993148850228?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/8715976993148850228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=8715976993148850228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8715976993148850228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8715976993148850228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-14.html' title='August 14'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLRCrMTIQ-I/AAAAAAAAAJs/SU1hN--2nug/s72-c/August+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-5801396823661042124</id><published>2008-08-24T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T08:03:33.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really!! I haven't posted since April. My lord - and it isn't like there was nothing going on all this time. In my defense my darling daughter broke my camera and I had to get a new one. But if I am being honest, that didn't take 4 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see Just to play catch up, maybe I should post one picture from each of the last few months. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238096850595988306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLF1VT7dw1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/zixrPmI4Yw8/s320/May08+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;May&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - This is what my son and daughter in law do for fun. Work out like dogs, starve themselves and paint brown crap on themselves to stand up in front of thousands of people in their underwear. Here is my son with his GodFather, my brother the only person in the world who could love that little boy as much as I do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238097941739999170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLF2U0weD8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/5fC7d4UVizo/s320/recital+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE&lt;/strong&gt; - the beginning of June is all about the dance recital - this year the theme was An Enchanted Forest - as usual an excellent show. Brookie was a Big Bad Wolf and Dylynn was a Little Red Riding Hood. I loved that they were in a dance together - but they werent near each other on stage. Dylynn was also a Princess and she had a special part the big ham&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238098843954665986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLF3JVxNWgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/J4V0HoFlOwM/s320/Copy+of+squirt+%26+brook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238098842061888002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLF3JOt72gI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dYT2JP8x4Hk/s320/the+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JULY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was all about the wedding.  That picture of Brook and Anthony is probably one of my favorite.  She adorers him - I wonder where she gets that from.  And then of course the whole family cleaned up all nice and pretty.  It was 98 degrees out there.  They had to take the picture from that side of me because on the other side was a sweat mark.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, now I have to find something for August.  That will have to be another post&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-5801396823661042124?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/5801396823661042124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=5801396823661042124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/5801396823661042124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/5801396823661042124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-suck.html' title='I suck!'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SLF1VT7dw1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/zixrPmI4Yw8/s72-c/May08+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-437878492488852059</id><published>2008-04-22T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:44:30.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6GZK1yI6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/sa47chqMSbQ/s1600-h/April+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192235187369550754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6GZK1yI6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/sa47chqMSbQ/s320/April+22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My craft!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashie stayed at my inlaws Sunday till Monday and made me a craft. They love going to Nanny &amp;amp; Pops one at a time because they get so much attention. They go shopping, go to dinner, and make crafts. They get the computer all to themselves and they get to sleep where ever they want. I think this is one of the better things they have made me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-437878492488852059?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/437878492488852059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=437878492488852059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/437878492488852059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/437878492488852059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-22.html' title='April 22'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6GZK1yI6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/sa47chqMSbQ/s72-c/April+22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-6025206685419472950</id><published>2008-04-22T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:41:25.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6Fra1yI5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/mo-m_qlc9oo/s1600-h/April+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192234401390535570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6Fra1yI5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/mo-m_qlc9oo/s320/April+18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun is rising!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the view from my back porch in the morning when I get home from the gym. This time of year the sun is just coming up and I love the way it looks. Other times of the year it is black out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-6025206685419472950?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/6025206685419472950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=6025206685419472950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/6025206685419472950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/6025206685419472950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-18.html' title='April 18'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6Fra1yI5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/mo-m_qlc9oo/s72-c/April+18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-8042724028511168452</id><published>2008-04-22T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:37:59.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6E2a1yI4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/zVUKAJMJ944/s1600-h/April+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192233490857468802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6E2a1yI4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/zVUKAJMJ944/s320/April+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pajama Day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Spirit week!! They always have a pajama day. We love going to school in our jammies. Of course it makes dh nuts. It "looks Lazy" Excuse me, but I got up, went to the gym, showered, got the kids breakfast, threw in a load of wash and then went to school. Is that lazy??? I can't wait till the weather turns nice and I can have a friday happy hour and have all my friends over in their jammies to make him nuts!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-8042724028511168452?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/8042724028511168452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=8042724028511168452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8042724028511168452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8042724028511168452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-16.html' title='April 16'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6E2a1yI4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/zVUKAJMJ944/s72-c/April+16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-3585364062310423005</id><published>2008-04-22T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:33:37.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6DzK1yI3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/-4kbUq1aWMc/s1600-h/April+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192232335511266162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6DzK1yI3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/-4kbUq1aWMc/s320/April+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the view in my rear view mirror at the gym each day. The first few times I thought it looked like the moon. It is actually a light in the parking lot. I always manage to park in just about the same spot, because I always see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-3585364062310423005?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/3585364062310423005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=3585364062310423005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3585364062310423005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3585364062310423005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-14.html' title='April 14'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6DzK1yI3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/-4kbUq1aWMc/s72-c/April+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-2222673362178909266</id><published>2008-04-22T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:30:41.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6DKK1yI2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/PeadLUBvnyU/s1600-h/April+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192231631136629602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6DKK1yI2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/PeadLUBvnyU/s320/April+13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great sky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on the way to the gym this morning and I thought the sky looked great. Now that I look at it - it is sort of funny. Does this look like a house in the Hamptons? It is a little farm on the way to the gym - believe it or not on this road there a quite a few farm houses!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-2222673362178909266?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/2222673362178909266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=2222673362178909266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2222673362178909266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2222673362178909266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-13.html' title='April 13'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6DKK1yI2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/PeadLUBvnyU/s72-c/April+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-2769921957556803627</id><published>2008-04-22T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:27:50.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6Cdq1yI1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/GKFYs76si8k/s1600-h/April+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192230866632450898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6Cdq1yI1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/GKFYs76si8k/s320/April+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading Olympics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each year our school does this. Usually they do it for a month, but for some reason they did it for only two weeks. So we had to read constantly. We had two weeks and they wanted the kids to read 15 minutes a day. We managed to get over 400 minutes - but there were people who had over 1000 minutes , 700+ minutes- I guess they have no life. I thought I was pushing the girls - they read in the mornings before school and inbetween homework and karate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-2769921957556803627?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/2769921957556803627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=2769921957556803627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2769921957556803627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2769921957556803627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-7.html' title='April 7'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6Cdq1yI1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/GKFYs76si8k/s72-c/April+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-8296055496162147952</id><published>2008-04-22T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:23:03.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6BPq1yI0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/lU_ax9qCu2E/s1600-h/April+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192229526602654530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6BPq1yI0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/lU_ax9qCu2E/s320/April+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I got this in the mail and I just about cracked up. Southwest Gourd Fine Art Show. "a juried exhibit featuring many of the best gourd artists in America" I didin't know such a thing existed. What made this even funnier was that we had just seen Mr. Woodcock - where they were having a "Cornivale" And my daughter in law said they have that back home (she's from Texas) I get this in the mail and it is in Kerrville, TX - I asked her if this happens at the Cornivale!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-8296055496162147952?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/8296055496162147952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=8296055496162147952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8296055496162147952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8296055496162147952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-6.html' title='April 6'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA6BPq1yI0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/lU_ax9qCu2E/s72-c/April+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-4753554919854049000</id><published>2008-04-22T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:17:20.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA5_5a1yIzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9TcRzh_jNmM/s1600-h/March+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192228044838937394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA5_5a1yIzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9TcRzh_jNmM/s320/March+30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, dh took the girls to breakfast and to religion, and I started to clean the house. My daughter in law - after being laid up for a week got a bug and wanted to clean the kitchen. So, even though she wasn't supposed to be doing that much, her and my son cleaned the kitchen while I tackled the living room. Both were well over due for a good cleaning!  I love when my house is all clean.  I really like it much better when I come home from work and someone else has done it for me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-4753554919854049000?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/4753554919854049000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=4753554919854049000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/4753554919854049000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/4753554919854049000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/04/march-30.html' title='March 30'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA5_5a1yIzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9TcRzh_jNmM/s72-c/March+30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-7306586188966083670</id><published>2008-04-22T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:56:59.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA566K1yIyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uQStsrlRyEA/s1600-h/March+29+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192222560165700386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA566K1yIyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uQStsrlRyEA/s320/March+29+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA56XK1yIwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pbxCH4UVxZg/s1600-h/March+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192221958870278914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA56XK1yIwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pbxCH4UVxZg/s320/March+29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA56b61yIxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7laDuc63PSM/s1600-h/March+29+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the day of the parade. Dylynn did a demo of self defense. She pretended to kick some butt. It was really cute - one minute the big kids are standing the next they are on the ground. LOL!! She pretty much thought she was hot stuff!!&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/2630356557654170410-7306586188966083670?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/7306586188966083670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=7306586188966083670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7306586188966083670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7306586188966083670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/04/march-29.html' title='March 29'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/SA566K1yIyI/AAAAAAAAAIE/uQStsrlRyEA/s72-c/March+29+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-8051488138266407943</id><published>2008-03-25T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:09:23.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-mGE2toKLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nN59SGR41Kk/s1600-h/demoteam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181820264230955186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-mGE2toKLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nN59SGR41Kk/s320/demoteam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hamptons ATA demo team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashie and Dyl love Karate - Brookie takes it, but is less than thrilled. I told her when she gets her black belt, she can quit. I want her to know how to defend herself. The other two however both tried out and made the demo team for Karate. This means they march in the parade and put on a little show or go to other places and put on a show to try to get new members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-8051488138266407943?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/8051488138266407943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=8051488138266407943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8051488138266407943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8051488138266407943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-25.html' title='March 25'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-mGE2toKLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/nN59SGR41Kk/s72-c/demoteam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-958452487444986743</id><published>2008-03-25T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:57:01.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-mCxWtoKKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QYfEQ1-XHY0/s1600-h/eileen+p4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181816630688622754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-mCxWtoKKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QYfEQ1-XHY0/s320/eileen+p4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom! Yesterday my FIL scanned this picture for us. Daddy wanted to do something with mommy's picture and the rosary beads I got for her funeral. She was very beautiful when she was younger. I figured I would share this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-958452487444986743?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/958452487444986743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=958452487444986743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/958452487444986743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/958452487444986743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-24.html' title='March 24'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-mCxWtoKKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QYfEQ1-XHY0/s72-c/eileen+p4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-3380308613542663332</id><published>2008-03-25T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:51:36.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marach 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-mB4GtoKJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pM5y3FMXFMY/s1600-h/momnpop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181815647141111954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-mB4GtoKJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pM5y3FMXFMY/s320/momnpop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Easter!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all the pictures I took today, this is the one I wanted to post. These are two of the best peoply you could ever meet. Ladies and Gentlemen, My inlaws. I know a lot of people have issues with their inlaws, but I count myself among the lucky few. When Michael and I got engaged, one of the first things my Mother in Law said was "I have a grandson" They will do anything for anyone - no questions asked. My darling husband even asked my father to poick me up some feminine hygene products when we were in Florida 6 years ago - talk about embarassing. What did pop say? Don't ever be embarassed to ask me for anything. When they heard that Anthony was engaged my mother in law said "I will be around to see my Great Grand Children" Now of course keep in mind, my husband is not my son's father - you could never tell by my inlaws. I have truly been blessed with to get such wonderful people in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-3380308613542663332?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/3380308613542663332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=3380308613542663332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3380308613542663332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3380308613542663332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/marach-23.html' title='Marach 23'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-mB4GtoKJI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pM5y3FMXFMY/s72-c/momnpop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-7179800179472863915</id><published>2008-03-22T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:29:35.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-WIK2toKHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-6l-3PRVM-E/s1600-h/March+22a+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180696666426583154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-WIK2toKHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-6l-3PRVM-E/s320/March+22a+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-WILGtoKII/AAAAAAAAAHU/ICUZMzyYyIA/s1600-h/March+22b+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180696670721550466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-WILGtoKII/AAAAAAAAAHU/ICUZMzyYyIA/s320/March+22b+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new favorite thing to do. I love having a table cloth that looks nice, so for Christmas I bought a nice one and then bought a clear plastic one to go on top - truth be told it was so my daddy wouldn't spill wine on my new tablecloth. To make it look more presentabe, I put some of the girls Holiday art work under the clear plastic. I received so many compliments that I decided to do it again for Easter. The chicks in eggs are from the twins in Kindergarten and the colored eggs are from this year. I think I also want to start putting pictures from previous years under there too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-7179800179472863915?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/7179800179472863915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=7179800179472863915' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7179800179472863915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7179800179472863915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-22.html' title='March 22'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-WIK2toKHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-6l-3PRVM-E/s72-c/March+22a+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-2150847717598850292</id><published>2008-03-22T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:23:53.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-WG42toKFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WoMyH5jyxag/s1600-h/March+21a+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180695257677310034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-WG42toKFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WoMyH5jyxag/s320/March+21a+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-WG5WtoKGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ymoICGxP5oQ/s1600-h/March+21b+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180695266267244642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-WG5WtoKGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ymoICGxP5oQ/s320/March+21b+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Closet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I bought a shoe rack on Friday, so I tackled my closet. All the boxes went out and the shoes went on a rack - except my boots. Then I thought I would go through and get rid of some of the clothes that I no longer wear. Of course, that got me to thinking. My husband has way more clothes than I do. I have less than half of our closet and the has the rest and a cedar clostet he built for himself downstairs - almots all - there are two communion dresses down there. He also has four drawers of our dresser (4 out of 9) plus two drawers downstairs in another dresser. OMG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-2150847717598850292?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/2150847717598850292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=2150847717598850292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2150847717598850292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2150847717598850292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-21.html' title='March 21'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-WG42toKFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/WoMyH5jyxag/s72-c/March+21a+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-131818061515535610</id><published>2008-03-18T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:07:38.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Top O' the Morning To You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love St. Patricks day around here. In the morning I told the girls that when they got ready for their day, they would be allowed to go into my St. Pats box and pick out some stuff to wear.  So they did.  Dyl's teacher saw me with my earings and Shamrock sun glasses and green boots and my green whistle and necklaces and said "Now I know where she get's it from" But this is how my girls looked when they headed out. Dyl said I had to take a picture of her by herself too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-BK3uOOfUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/f6pa7gj2gZw/s1600-h/March+17a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179221892637031746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-BK3uOOfUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/f6pa7gj2gZw/s320/March+17a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-BK3-OOfVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ibemqcK5p9k/s1600-h/March+17b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179221896931999058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-BK3-OOfVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ibemqcK5p9k/s320/March+17b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-131818061515535610?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/131818061515535610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=131818061515535610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/131818061515535610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/131818061515535610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-17.html' title='March 17'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-BK3uOOfUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/f6pa7gj2gZw/s72-c/March+17a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-2784726139642040518</id><published>2008-03-18T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:01:18.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Artist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was away for the weekend, and I got Dyl a new rubber duck. A little guy for St. Patricks day. Of course I got home Sunday night and gave it to her and let her take a bath. She decided to draw her new duck and her Zebra duck while she was in there. How did she do?  LOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-BJbOOOfSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VyPWqs3sP9Q/s1600-h/March+16a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179220303499132194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-BJbOOOfSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VyPWqs3sP9Q/s320/March+16a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-BJbeOOfTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/X-53uyXLRr8/s1600-h/March+16b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179220307794099506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-BJbeOOfTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/X-53uyXLRr8/s320/March+16b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-2784726139642040518?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/2784726139642040518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=2784726139642040518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2784726139642040518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2784726139642040518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-16.html' title='March 16'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-BJbOOOfSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VyPWqs3sP9Q/s72-c/March+16a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-5495438218904847750</id><published>2008-03-18T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:56:52.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-BIh-OOfRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ETzDx1z0nWg/s1600-h/Marh+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179219319951621394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-BIh-OOfRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ETzDx1z0nWg/s320/Marh+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Miss Bling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she dresses herself for Religion and this is how she looks. then she proceeds to sing a little song about Let the little girl dance. Quite funny. She has her whole Hip Hip thing down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-5495438218904847750?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/5495438218904847750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=5495438218904847750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/5495438218904847750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/5495438218904847750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-9.html' title='March 9'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-BIh-OOfRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ETzDx1z0nWg/s72-c/Marh+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-8792085195050817777</id><published>2008-03-18T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:53:17.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-BHpuOOfQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uVqbH1pXUlY/s1600-h/March+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179218353583979778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-BHpuOOfQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uVqbH1pXUlY/s320/March+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought it was great that the girls sold over 170 boxes of cookies. I emailed everyone and the girls asked the teachers in school. This is what I get - boxes and boxes of cookies - and while this pile was a little over whelming - as I go to start dividing up cookies I realize - they didn't give me any Thin Mints - Well, I guess it is easy to over look &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;53&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; boxes - yeah - that is another 4 cases and a few boxes - Oh great so now I have to wait till I get the rest of the cookies so that I can get them out of my house - because of course everyone except 4 people had thin mints in their order. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-8792085195050817777?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/8792085195050817777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=8792085195050817777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8792085195050817777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8792085195050817777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-8.html' title='March 8'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R-BHpuOOfQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uVqbH1pXUlY/s72-c/March+8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-6120273782910870102</id><published>2008-03-06T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:45:11.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R9CP3l_7dcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kWa8Pw7rczU/s1600-h/March+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174794157104526786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R9CP3l_7dcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kWa8Pw7rczU/s320/March+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am. I am not happy with the way I look, but I figured I would do something different and post a picture of me. If anything were to happen to me my kids would not remember me - I am always the one taking pictures. The same thing for my FIL . He is always taking pictures so no one sees him. When I was making my elfs at Christmas, I didn't have one picture of him or myself from the year before! So my goal is to try a little harder on my diet so I can feel better about myself so I can have a picture taken once in a while!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-6120273782910870102?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/6120273782910870102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=6120273782910870102' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/6120273782910870102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/6120273782910870102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-6.html' title='March 6'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R9CP3l_7dcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kWa8Pw7rczU/s72-c/March+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-4664370871132809278</id><published>2008-03-05T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T16:56:20.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R89BDl_7dbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jmmN1j_sW0Q/s1600-h/March+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174426026867652018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R89BDl_7dbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jmmN1j_sW0Q/s320/March+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a great picture but for some reason this just struck me as funny. Hubby bought these cute little t bags for himself. They are little pyramids. Yes the box says Pyramids, but I thought it was folded but they are actually in the box like this. I don't know how they taste since I really don't like to mess with my tea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-4664370871132809278?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/4664370871132809278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=4664370871132809278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/4664370871132809278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/4664370871132809278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-5.html' title='March 5'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R89BDl_7dbI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jmmN1j_sW0Q/s72-c/March+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-7421239557158881217</id><published>2008-03-04T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:02:39.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R83_Ml_7daI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HfoP1GwBRlU/s1600-h/March+4+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174072138742330786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R83_Ml_7daI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HfoP1GwBRlU/s320/March+4+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something I can't understand. Why is it that conditioner bottles are made to sit upside down so that you get every last bit of it, but not shampoo bottles??? I didn't but these my sil did in Florida, but if I had bought this and paid almost $4 a bottle, I would want to get every last drop of both. I personally put my bottles upside down anyway to make sure I get the most of it. I am just not sure why everything isn't set up lke this!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-7421239557158881217?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/7421239557158881217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=7421239557158881217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7421239557158881217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7421239557158881217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-4.html' title='March 4'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R83_Ml_7daI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HfoP1GwBRlU/s72-c/March+4+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-7490555753479913581</id><published>2008-03-03T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:11:58.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8yRn96IwSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GpXiYDAk3NI/s1600-h/march+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173670187761189154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8yRn96IwSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GpXiYDAk3NI/s320/march+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't bring my camera with me today so this is all I have. My nails.  For some reason I chose to get Acrylic nails about two  months ago.  Yes, I am one of those women from the Hamptons.  LOL!!  I wanted them since I went to get a pedi a while ago and the girl who did them had these really sparkly nails.  I love Sparkles.  I am a little bit of a fag like that.  When I go out I have glittery make up - you name it - an dI have it with sparkles - Glittery eye liner (silver and gold) , lip gloss, mascara - I even have glittery blue eye shadow that no one wears any more - but its glittery and I had to have it.   So &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;have the Acrylic nails - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... the acrylic that I bought has sparkles right in it.  No need for anything more than a clear polish.   When we were in Florida, I went for a fill and the woman was scrubbing my nail thinking it was polish.  I am thinking of buying some with blue sparlky stars in it for my son's wedding.  I think it will look nice with my dress.  But we will see.  I know, not very exciting, but that is what I got for today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-7490555753479913581?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/7490555753479913581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=7490555753479913581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7490555753479913581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7490555753479913581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-3.html' title='March 3'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8yRn96IwSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/GpXiYDAk3NI/s72-c/march+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-1255028407728724261</id><published>2008-03-02T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T16:36:31.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8tHOGjeKuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/z67XfyZqWfs/s1600-h/March+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173306904568277730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8tHOGjeKuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/z67XfyZqWfs/s320/March+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today the twins came home with their certificated from their First Communion and their First Reconciliation. That is great - Notice todays date and the date on the certificate. Is 22 month the normal turn around time for something like this????&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8tH2GjeKvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ecqwk-MuqaU/s1600-h/March+2+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173307591763045106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8tH2GjeKvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ecqwk-MuqaU/s320/March+2+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-1255028407728724261?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/1255028407728724261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=1255028407728724261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/1255028407728724261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/1255028407728724261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-2.html' title='March 2'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8tHOGjeKuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/z67XfyZqWfs/s72-c/March+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-8841633371110924461</id><published>2008-03-02T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:39:40.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8sQOmjeKtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/z9D2kRhtHzw/s1600-h/feb+29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173246440018684626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8sQOmjeKtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/z9D2kRhtHzw/s320/feb+29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son's new idea of fun. Get on his sisters scooter and have the dogs pull him up and down the block. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wraps the leash around the handle and the dog runs.  Of course he tried it with his littest sister on her bike and the dog knocked her over - not a good plan.  I will confess that I tried it and it takes some doing, but it is fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-8841633371110924461?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/8841633371110924461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=8841633371110924461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8841633371110924461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8841633371110924461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-29.html' title='February 29'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8sQOmjeKtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/z9D2kRhtHzw/s72-c/feb+29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-7462628681981354403</id><published>2008-03-02T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T10:21:46.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rwHWjeKqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5JCkgV0Uh2Q/s1600-h/feb+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173211131092544162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rwHWjeKqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5JCkgV0Uh2Q/s320/feb+25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rwIGjeKrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vDy8uwckAkY/s1600-h/feb+25a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173211143977446066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rwIGjeKrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vDy8uwckAkY/s320/feb+25a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rwI2jeKsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0XoP1p09i6k/s1600-h/feb+25b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173211156862347970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rwI2jeKsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0XoP1p09i6k/s320/feb+25b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I need three pictures from this day - the one pic of the three of them came out blurry. I have never seen kids so excited to go back to school after vacation. They can't wait to show off their new clothes that they bought when they went shopping with Aunt Tam. Yeah, My sister in law took all three of them shopping for clothes one day - then the next day she took them shopping for shoes - I think she is nuts. She loves to shop though, so it worked for everyone - especially me who sat by the pool and read!! LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-7462628681981354403?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/7462628681981354403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=7462628681981354403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7462628681981354403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7462628681981354403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-25.html' title='February 25'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rwHWjeKqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5JCkgV0Uh2Q/s72-c/feb+25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-6215108574785942264</id><published>2008-03-02T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T10:15:32.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rurmjeKpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0SC4haKMXF0/s1600-h/feb+24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173209554839546514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rurmjeKpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0SC4haKMXF0/s320/feb+24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vacation is really over - got to Virginia and it was cold. The girls wanted me to take a picture of their "sad" faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-6215108574785942264?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/6215108574785942264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=6215108574785942264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/6215108574785942264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/6215108574785942264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-24.html' title='February 24'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rurmjeKpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0SC4haKMXF0/s72-c/feb+24.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-1732456311102713143</id><published>2008-03-02T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T10:13:42.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8ruSmjeKoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8iIsdgK85zE/s1600-h/feb+23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173209125342816898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8ruSmjeKoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8iIsdgK85zE/s320/feb+23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught the train to head back home. We were going to let Brookie sleep on the luggage rack, but someone ratted her out. Someone came over and told her she had to get down "right now" There was a nosy little girl walking up and down the aisles peeking at everyone and everything so I think it was her. The next morning we saw a bigger kid climb down - he must have gone up when no one was looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-1732456311102713143?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/1732456311102713143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=1732456311102713143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/1732456311102713143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/1732456311102713143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-23.html' title='February 23'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8ruSmjeKoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8iIsdgK85zE/s72-c/feb+23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-1576395909037789119</id><published>2008-03-02T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T10:10:53.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rto2jeKnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/g7Iqslp_SXk/s1600-h/Feb+22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173208408083278450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rto2jeKnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/g7Iqslp_SXk/s320/Feb+22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had quite a few great pictures for this day, but I think that I like this one the best. This was the sky from our balcony. It was beautiful as the sun set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-1576395909037789119?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/1576395909037789119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=1576395909037789119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/1576395909037789119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/1576395909037789119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-22.html' title='February 22'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rto2jeKnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/g7Iqslp_SXk/s72-c/Feb+22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-8026119521494020369</id><published>2008-03-02T10:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T10:05:51.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rscGjeKmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2zfeI3pnQI4/s1600-h/Feb+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173207089528318562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rscGjeKmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2zfeI3pnQI4/s320/Feb+21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were abe to catch up with some of the girls friends who were in Florida also. The twins had a friend who was about 8 miles kup the road and Dyl's Friend was about a mile up the road. They had a blast playing in the pool - even in the rain. Of course when the thunder started, they all got thrown out. Dyl's friend looks a lot like her - they could actually pass for sisters. You can't tell too much from this picture, but we were in Denny's later and I was looking at the two of them together - they look more alike then my twins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-8026119521494020369?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/8026119521494020369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=8026119521494020369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8026119521494020369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8026119521494020369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-21.html' title='February 21'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rscGjeKmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2zfeI3pnQI4/s72-c/Feb+21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-5152078930645280009</id><published>2008-03-02T09:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T10:00:33.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rrMWjeKlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ra6RJvODm3E/s1600-h/feb+20+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173205719433751122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rrMWjeKlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ra6RJvODm3E/s320/feb+20+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup!! You guessed it, another pool day. Dylynn loves her cousin/"boyfriend" She tells me they are going to get married - I told her I will miss her when she moves to some backwoods town where you can marry your cousin. Here is my 15 year old nephew playing with his cousins. He is so good with all of them. He was picking them up and throwing them which they all loved - yup - he even tossed Ashie around a few times. At one point he and my Father In law were playing catch in the pool with Dylynn!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-5152078930645280009?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/5152078930645280009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=5152078930645280009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/5152078930645280009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/5152078930645280009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-20.html' title='February 20'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rrMWjeKlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ra6RJvODm3E/s72-c/feb+20+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-1394998290619571845</id><published>2008-03-02T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:56:02.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rqIGjeKkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YMkghO7uVIo/s1600-h/feb+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173204546907679298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rqIGjeKkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YMkghO7uVIo/s320/feb+19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh, the previously mentioned "bucket O booze" I had to take a picture of this. It really was a yummy little drink. Thank heavens we weren't driving anywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-1394998290619571845?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/1394998290619571845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=1394998290619571845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/1394998290619571845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/1394998290619571845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-19.html' title='February 19'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rqIGjeKkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YMkghO7uVIo/s72-c/feb+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-7871153026245548631</id><published>2008-03-02T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:54:20.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rppWjeKjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kNBlvuTh0ys/s1600-h/Feb+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173204018626701874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rppWjeKjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kNBlvuTh0ys/s320/Feb+18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a beautiful day, but we (well, the girls) were not about to be kept away from the pool. It was a little windy, and it sprinkled a little, but the pool was heated and the kids were wet anyway so they didn't care.  I just sat in my big old sweatshirt and read!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-7871153026245548631?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/7871153026245548631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=7871153026245548631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7871153026245548631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7871153026245548631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-18.html' title='February 18'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8rppWjeKjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kNBlvuTh0ys/s72-c/Feb+18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-358152119309262775</id><published>2008-03-01T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:19:55.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oOnGjeKiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/x6z2nb3EJw8/s1600-h/2-20-2008-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172963186925513250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oOnGjeKiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/x6z2nb3EJw8/s320/2-20-2008-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove to Tampa today and saw hubbies uncles. Three of them live in the area and one came from Sarasota. The girls took lots of pictures with their uncles. They love to see them. They also loved meeting their new cousin. One of Michaels Uncles has been dating someone with a 17 year old daughter.  Here they are with one of the uncles.  It's sad they don't get to see them more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-358152119309262775?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/358152119309262775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=358152119309262775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/358152119309262775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/358152119309262775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-17.html' title='February 17'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oOnGjeKiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/x6z2nb3EJw8/s72-c/2-20-2008-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-2123570511546729501</id><published>2008-03-01T18:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:21:19.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 16</title><content type='html'>Sadly we didn't take any pictures today. We went from Bryan's to Summer Bay. We were able to check in early to one unit so we all changed and hung out by the pool. Was introduced to a "Voo Doo Bucket" a mix of several different rums and juices - Yum-O. The bucket comes with two straws, but I wasn't sharing!!  I did however remember to buy balloons for the girls to send up for Grammy's Birthday.  I let them write a message on them and send them "up to heaven"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-2123570511546729501?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/2123570511546729501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=2123570511546729501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2123570511546729501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2123570511546729501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-16.html' title='February 16'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-5447132000795677761</id><published>2008-03-01T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:08:08.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oLX2jeKhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6C7HRcvWVBs/s1600-h/2-17-2008-57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172959626397624850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oLX2jeKhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6C7HRcvWVBs/s320/2-17-2008-57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to go to Epcot!! They loved the Soarin thing - and Living With the Land - and the Circle of life - man that makes us humans look bad!!! We did the World Showcase. Had a lovely frozen Grey Goose Lemon Slushie and Grand Mariner Orange Slushie - Yum. Dylynn was thrilled to get her pcture taken with Belle. The best picture by far had to be Dyl making a "hidden Mickey" with her grapes. (On the train someone gave us a list of best kept secrets so she was on a search for all the Mickeys she could find.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-5447132000795677761?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/5447132000795677761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=5447132000795677761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/5447132000795677761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/5447132000795677761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-15.html' title='February 15'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oLX2jeKhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6C7HRcvWVBs/s72-c/2-17-2008-57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-8335385027260171273</id><published>2008-03-01T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:00:55.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oKPGjeKgI/AAAAAAAAADs/QZsGe6nQoIo/s1600-h/2-17-2008-47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172958376562141698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oKPGjeKgI/AAAAAAAAADs/QZsGe6nQoIo/s320/2-17-2008-47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another pool day. I know - poor us. The girls swam a better part of the day. They love the water. They are a bunch of fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got to use Poppy as a diving board!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-8335385027260171273?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/8335385027260171273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=8335385027260171273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8335385027260171273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8335385027260171273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-14.html' title='February 14'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oKPGjeKgI/AAAAAAAAADs/QZsGe6nQoIo/s72-c/2-17-2008-47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-4652381112165901954</id><published>2008-03-01T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:55:04.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oI7GjeKfI/AAAAAAAAADk/SbsWRj2kqaQ/s1600-h/2-17-2008-33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172956933453130226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oI7GjeKfI/AAAAAAAAADk/SbsWRj2kqaQ/s320/2-17-2008-33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little rainy today - we decided to head to Downtown Disney to catch a movie. Of course once we got there the weather wasn't too bad. Saw Over Her Dead Body - it was cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-4652381112165901954?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/4652381112165901954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=4652381112165901954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/4652381112165901954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/4652381112165901954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-13.html' title='February 13'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oI7GjeKfI/AAAAAAAAADk/SbsWRj2kqaQ/s72-c/2-17-2008-33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-6676710822585888342</id><published>2008-03-01T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:51:52.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oIJ2jeKeI/AAAAAAAAADc/fILWZfli60c/s1600-h/2-17-2008-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172956087344572898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oIJ2jeKeI/AAAAAAAAADc/fILWZfli60c/s320/2-17-2008-29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only pics for today were of the condo. Bryan's Spanish Cove - not a lot going on there, but the location is great for getting to the parks - literaly minutes - hop on the highway and there we are!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-6676710822585888342?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/6676710822585888342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=6676710822585888342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/6676710822585888342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/6676710822585888342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-12.html' title='February 12'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oIJ2jeKeI/AAAAAAAAADc/fILWZfli60c/s72-c/2-17-2008-29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-8076669598896612672</id><published>2008-03-01T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:47:20.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oEQ2jeKdI/AAAAAAAAADU/pQycZ2Qz-RE/s1600-h/feb+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172951809557146066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oEQ2jeKdI/AAAAAAAAADU/pQycZ2Qz-RE/s320/feb+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is such a happy face. Why do parents take their kids to places like Disney???? We go to Magic Kingdom - we buy tickets and to save money we also buy tickets to Epcot which we know we are going to with my sister in law and nephews. It was well over $600 - pretty close to $700 for the 5 of us for tickets for two parks. What do we get in return for trying to show our kids a good time??? I don't want to go on this, I don't want to go on that. Brookie had to go on Space Mountain, because I wanted to - haven't been on since my son was 8 - he's 25 now. She didn't want to go on Splash Mountain - lucky for her it was closed. Head over to Big Thunder Mountail - she doesn't want to go on that. Ok, I will stay off. Hubby of course is ticked off - can't blame him. I am watching this ride , waiting for Hubby, Ashy and "baby" Dyl to come off the ride, I finally call him and he tells me that yes they are coming off the ride, but not on the train. After waiting 1/2 an hour they almost get to the ride and Ash decided she can't go on the ride, she doesn't feel good. Now of course we might believe this if she didn't pull the same thing two years ago on the exact same ride. Of course we go to Dumbo and there is a girl about 12 whining, "I am bored" "My feet hurt" "Do we have to wait?" Hello, You are in freakin Disney be greatful you little brats!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-8076669598896612672?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/8076669598896612672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=8076669598896612672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8076669598896612672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8076669598896612672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-11.html' title='February 11'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8oEQ2jeKdI/AAAAAAAAADU/pQycZ2Qz-RE/s72-c/feb+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-7856043801644202754</id><published>2008-03-01T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:09:41.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8nER2jeKcI/AAAAAAAAADM/ndnGuAHCfMs/s1600-h/Feb10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172881457992837570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8nER2jeKcI/AAAAAAAAADM/ndnGuAHCfMs/s320/Feb10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took this day to relax by the pool. There was not a lot going on at the condo. No bar and no kids activities, but the kids had a blast. They loved playing in the pool with daddy. The only problem was the pool had salt water. I wish I had taken a picture of their eyes. The girls and hubby had the redest eyes you have ever seen. I guess it was a mix of the salt water and whatever chemicals they have to keep in the pool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-7856043801644202754?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/7856043801644202754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=7856043801644202754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7856043801644202754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7856043801644202754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-10.html' title='February 10'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8nER2jeKcI/AAAAAAAAADM/ndnGuAHCfMs/s72-c/Feb10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-984736387167887492</id><published>2008-03-01T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:41:48.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8m_fWjeKbI/AAAAAAAAADE/8nZ2G0Xn4FM/s1600-h/feb9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172876192362932658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8m_fWjeKbI/AAAAAAAAADE/8nZ2G0Xn4FM/s320/feb9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we got on the train to head to Florida. The girls love this trip for some reason. I of course was unable to sleep. 4 O'clock in the morning I get up to use the bathroom. Get back to my seat and I think maybe I will get a little more sleep. No suck luck!!! Someone starts poking me in the face. Yup!! She got up at 2 to get in the car to drive on Friday morning, didn't get to sleep until about 9 and here it is 4 am and she is up. Where do they get their energy??? I need some of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-984736387167887492?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/984736387167887492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=984736387167887492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/984736387167887492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/984736387167887492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-9.html' title='February 9'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R8m_fWjeKbI/AAAAAAAAADE/8nZ2G0Xn4FM/s72-c/feb9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-5150831281023057970</id><published>2008-02-06T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:13:42.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R6pa897L93I/AAAAAAAAAC8/iQsFjP165-c/s1600-h/February+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164039926195156850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R6pa897L93I/AAAAAAAAAC8/iQsFjP165-c/s320/February+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we are leaving on vacation Friday morning - 31 hours from now, but who is counting. Usually when it is time to go away, I have packed several days ahead and am just waiting to throw my hair brush and toothbrush in a bag. Yet here is is almost time to leave and I havent even started putting stuff in bags. I don't even have the bags. Here sit some of what I am taking on top of my dresser - and that is only because I quickly threw them up there when I came home from work.  I guess that is a step in the right direction right???   I really gotta get my ass moving.  I did however find a gym that opens at 5 - not my normal 4 am, but since I am on vacation, I can live with that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-5150831281023057970?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/5150831281023057970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=5150831281023057970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/5150831281023057970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/5150831281023057970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-6.html' title='February 6'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R6pa897L93I/AAAAAAAAAC8/iQsFjP165-c/s72-c/February+6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-4211146876292272461</id><published>2008-02-05T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T17:14:57.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R6kIKt7L9zI/AAAAAAAAACc/oMb5PUNT6qY/s1600-h/Jan+25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163667427976542002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R6kIKt7L9zI/AAAAAAAAACc/oMb5PUNT6qY/s320/Jan+25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R6kIK97L90I/AAAAAAAAACk/UReATHyswCE/s1600-h/Jan+28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163667432271509314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R6kIK97L90I/AAAAAAAAACk/UReATHyswCE/s320/Jan+28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it's time for a little catch up. I had a virus on the computer, so this is what I saw for a little over a week. I had to run the virus scan and then run it again, now we seem to be working ok. It seems to have come from the sites dh goes to. Yup - you know what I am talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R6kIm97L91I/AAAAAAAAACs/IrDlWfxQixU/s1600-h/Feb+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163667913307846482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R6kIm97L91I/AAAAAAAAACs/IrDlWfxQixU/s320/Feb+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is a lovely picture of ds that his sister took on Saturday (2/2). She bought the head band and he of course had to try it on for her. Yes, this is the 25 year old who is getting married in less than 5 months!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R6kJT97L92I/AAAAAAAAAC0/TEnuU_jdOZg/s1600-h/Feb+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163668686401959778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R6kJT97L92I/AAAAAAAAAC0/TEnuU_jdOZg/s320/Feb+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is a picture of the "Grand dogs"  We took this on Sunday.  I love these silly dogs.  They are probably two of the best dogs you will ever meet!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be able to be better for the pictures for the next two weeks - we leave Friday for Florida - I am very excited!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-4211146876292272461?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/4211146876292272461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=4211146876292272461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/4211146876292272461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/4211146876292272461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-5.html' title='February 5'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R6kIKt7L9zI/AAAAAAAAACc/oMb5PUNT6qY/s72-c/Jan+25.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-6288283922615739568</id><published>2008-01-23T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:27:16.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5fpWN7L9yI/AAAAAAAAACU/fiD8hJvaFrI/s1600-h/Jan+23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158848466080495394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5fpWN7L9yI/AAAAAAAAACU/fiD8hJvaFrI/s320/Jan+23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happens when your banannas are too close to the burner on the stove?? This. I went to get a bananna this morning after I had put a pot on to boil and this is what I found. Ick - I don't kinow about anyone else, but I like mine just right - no black or brown spots. These are awful - I wonder if I can get the kids to eat them. LOL!! Yuck. Probably not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-6288283922615739568?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/6288283922615739568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=6288283922615739568' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/6288283922615739568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/6288283922615739568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-23.html' title='January 23'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5fpWN7L9yI/AAAAAAAAACU/fiD8hJvaFrI/s72-c/Jan+23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-8078483713719686777</id><published>2008-01-23T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:23:04.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5foZd7L9xI/AAAAAAAAACM/-gk8bgAY5UU/s1600-h/Jan+22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158847422403442450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5foZd7L9xI/AAAAAAAAACM/-gk8bgAY5UU/s320/Jan+22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday I Get home from the gym and try to get in the shower. I am greeted by a pile of rubber ducks. I of course stood them up so you can all see them. Dyl loves her rubber ducks. Even when she is showering she has to have them in the tub. She even has some outside for the hot tub. She collects them from everywhere she goes - I actually try to bring her one too. She tells people she has 60 rubber ducks, thank heavens she doesn't yet - I won't be able to get into my tub. LOL !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-8078483713719686777?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/8078483713719686777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=8078483713719686777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8078483713719686777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8078483713719686777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-22.html' title='January 22'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5foZd7L9xI/AAAAAAAAACM/-gk8bgAY5UU/s72-c/Jan+22.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-1590361420330438240</id><published>2008-01-21T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T05:58:26.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5Sk57W6zZI/AAAAAAAAACE/-9c8jf9FZqE/s1600-h/Jan+21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157928788339379602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5Sk57W6zZI/AAAAAAAAACE/-9c8jf9FZqE/s320/Jan+21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I helped the kids put together the wedding invitations - actually I helped my DIL - my son kept getting distracted. They really are pretty. I can't believe in 6 months I will be heading to San Antonio for the wedding. My baby boy is getting married. They are such a cute couple too - both really great kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-1590361420330438240?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/1590361420330438240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=1590361420330438240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/1590361420330438240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/1590361420330438240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-21.html' title='January 21'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5Sk57W6zZI/AAAAAAAAACE/-9c8jf9FZqE/s72-c/Jan+21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-8008953023024279866</id><published>2008-01-21T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T05:51:18.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5SjUbW6zYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_O3Hu4cucsM/s1600-h/Jan+20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157927044582657410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5SjUbW6zYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_O3Hu4cucsM/s320/Jan+20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this Sunday when I was getting the Karate pics off the camera. Brookie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to take pictures of herself. One thing she doesn't have that I did growing up is slef confidence issues. She knows he is beautiful and she knows she is smart. She will get dressed in the mornings and come out with a big smile and say "I'm so cute" Every day I ask them all "Do you know you're beautiful?' "Do you know I love you?" They answer yes and I tell them my job is done. Let's hope as she gets older she doesn't lose that - but lets also hope that she doesn't turn into one of those snotty kids either..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-8008953023024279866?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/8008953023024279866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=8008953023024279866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8008953023024279866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8008953023024279866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-20.html' title='January 20'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5SjUbW6zYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_O3Hu4cucsM/s72-c/Jan+20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-351975394113609434</id><published>2008-01-21T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T05:42:40.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5ShLbW6zXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bYmGN_S_d9I/s1600-h/Jan+19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157924690940579186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5ShLbW6zXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bYmGN_S_d9I/s320/Jan+19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have resigned myself to the fact that I will not have 365 days. Not that much goes on here and/or I can't remember to bring my camera - but I will do what I can and enjoy checking out everyne else's also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was Karate testing. All the girls moved up to their next belt. But I felt that this was probably one of the funniest pictures from then. Dyl does sparring and it is funny. She is such a little peanut - there is all sparring gear and not a lot of Dyl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-351975394113609434?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/351975394113609434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=351975394113609434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/351975394113609434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/351975394113609434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-19.html' title='January 19'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5ShLbW6zXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bYmGN_S_d9I/s72-c/Jan+19.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-545027068727437816</id><published>2008-01-21T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T05:35:21.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5Sfj7W6zWI/AAAAAAAAABs/PjSugZpCJwE/s1600-h/Jan+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157922912824118626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5Sfj7W6zWI/AAAAAAAAABs/PjSugZpCJwE/s320/Jan+16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mysterious Leotards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In August when I signed the two girls up for dance, I ordered them new dance studio leotards. They each got two, plus they had the two they each got from last year - 8 in total. Each week I have a fight with Dyl - find them she can't, she checked her whole room. (I try to avoid her room because it is a disaster and makes me nuts) So dh got sick of hearing me yell and went through her toy box this morning. There were her two brand new leotards in the plastic bags they came in. How happy am I?? Not very since she was told I don't know how many times to check the freakin toy box. Dh said he was going to go through her stuff, but was afraid I would be upset if he threw too much stuff out - Just do it - I can't take it any more. I seriously will have a stroke one of these days walking into their rooms. They are a disaster. and I get even more aggravated if I clean them and then they are a mess the next day. Besides he if off since December until March - let him get the aggravation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-545027068727437816?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/545027068727437816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=545027068727437816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/545027068727437816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/545027068727437816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-16.html' title='January 16'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R5Sfj7W6zWI/AAAAAAAAABs/PjSugZpCJwE/s72-c/Jan+16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-3587887612555046380</id><published>2008-01-15T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:55:39.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R41WAbW6zVI/AAAAAAAAABk/AgXdZ2jRstQ/s1600-h/Jan+15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155871713752960338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R41WAbW6zVI/AAAAAAAAABk/AgXdZ2jRstQ/s320/Jan+15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is one of my pointless little purchases. I saw this and had to have it. Don't we al need a little bean bag to rest our phone in??? I believe it is called an iPlop. Not only did I have to have it, but I plan on taking it with me on vacation. I feel my iPlop needs to travel. LOL!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-3587887612555046380?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/3587887612555046380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=3587887612555046380' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3587887612555046380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3587887612555046380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-15.html' title='January 15'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R41WAbW6zVI/AAAAAAAAABk/AgXdZ2jRstQ/s72-c/Jan+15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-5688647160804712560</id><published>2008-01-15T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:52:22.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R41VPbW6zUI/AAAAAAAAABc/YywlKc8mDAY/s1600-h/Jan+14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155870871939370306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R41VPbW6zUI/AAAAAAAAABc/YywlKc8mDAY/s320/Jan+14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dh's new past time. It is winter again. This means dh isn't working so he is keeping up with the wash. Everyday he tells the girls to sort their wash and then actually believes that they did it. Does he check their rooms or their hampers or anything to make sure they picked up the wash on the floor on the bed in the bottom of the closet or on top of their dresser? Nope - just live in the fantasy world that the girlies did what they are supposed to and leave it at that. At least this year he hasn't started shopping for throw pillows and area rugs. Yes he did that one year and drove me nuts all winter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-5688647160804712560?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/5688647160804712560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=5688647160804712560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/5688647160804712560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/5688647160804712560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-14.html' title='January 14'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R41VPbW6zUI/AAAAAAAAABc/YywlKc8mDAY/s72-c/Jan+14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-6048009297485963121</id><published>2008-01-15T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:47:55.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R41UNLW6zTI/AAAAAAAAABU/_OLlQu6VFYk/s1600-h/Jan+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155869733773036850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R41UNLW6zTI/AAAAAAAAABU/_OLlQu6VFYk/s320/Jan+13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I fell behind. Sunday was spent shopping for the week and then watching football. Not the Bears, but watching the Giants. I really wish it was the Bears. I can't stand listening to dh gloat. Last year the Bears were there and not the Giants, and I didn't hear dh's big mouth so much then. But the Giants played well and they are moving on. This is actually the back of my new coat. I love my Bears coat!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-6048009297485963121?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/6048009297485963121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=6048009297485963121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/6048009297485963121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/6048009297485963121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-13.html' title='January 13'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R41UNLW6zTI/AAAAAAAAABU/_OLlQu6VFYk/s72-c/Jan+13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-6994923445543898649</id><published>2008-01-13T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T05:58:05.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4oYwLW6zSI/AAAAAAAAABM/MkoZexVnueo/s1600-h/Jan+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154959939440659746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4oYwLW6zSI/AAAAAAAAABM/MkoZexVnueo/s320/Jan+12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops a day late!! But this is what I am working toward. I saw this dress and am thinking about it for the wedding. Of course first I have to find out what the Brides mom is wearing, and double check to be sure the bridesmaids aren't wearing blue. I lost 1.5 lbs my first week back at Weight watchers, so if I keep up at that rate, I may be able to pull this off. Please let me know if anyone thinks it is not a good dress - I have no clue - I just love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-6994923445543898649?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/6994923445543898649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=6994923445543898649' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/6994923445543898649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/6994923445543898649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-12.html' title='January 12'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4oYwLW6zSI/AAAAAAAAABM/MkoZexVnueo/s72-c/Jan+12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-1495032614561755611</id><published>2008-01-11T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T15:56:48.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How was your day??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4gCALW6zRI/AAAAAAAAABE/O44-NSXMGfY/s1600-h/Jan+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154371975597706514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4gCALW6zRI/AAAAAAAAABE/O44-NSXMGfY/s320/Jan+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG!!! I need to unwind and this is how I choose to do it!! This day was horrible! We had the best sub - the kids normally love her - they were so bad. Talking back, not listening, fresh and mean. The sub who loves them - always comes by to see them if she is in the building - actually had to leave the room. She was so done. &lt;strong&gt;5 &lt;/strong&gt;yes my friens&lt;strong&gt; 5&lt;/strong&gt; out of 20 kids earned their extra play time - &lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; How is that possible??? Then it is dance night - Brookie has HIp Hop - we get there and she decides that she doesn't want to do Hip HOp - she wants to "go home" - "does she have to do hip hop next year" Ummm, you begged me to do this this year, You are paid till June, get your sorry ass on the dance floor. I pick her up and then ask her why she doesn't like Hip HOp - "I love Hip Hop!!!" So I promptly asked her not to speak to me. So yes, I am having a Margarita - actually, they are in bed and I am on number two - Hubby is out to dinner with a friend - I am sure he will be home somewhere between 11 and 6 am - yeah, He did that just before new years. I will be asleep and I don't care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a little side note - for those of you that like Margaritas - these are easy and awesome. I love them - which reminds me - I have to fly to Texas to meet my sons inlaws and to get more Margarita mix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-1495032614561755611?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/1495032614561755611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=1495032614561755611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/1495032614561755611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/1495032614561755611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-was-your-day.html' title='How was your day??'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4gCALW6zRI/AAAAAAAAABE/O44-NSXMGfY/s72-c/Jan+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-360016685887611153</id><published>2008-01-10T14:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T14:32:58.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4acy7W6zQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ndn3ccKrQAk/s1600-h/Jan+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153979222313323778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4acy7W6zQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ndn3ccKrQAk/s320/Jan+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lunch !! This is what I was going to be eating during the day. I managed to lose 1 1/2 lbs last week and I wasn't that good. Imagine what I can do if I put my mind to it. I actually ate everything except the orange.  I would really like to drop 15 lbs by July for the wedding. That is my plan - let's see how it goes!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-360016685887611153?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/360016685887611153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=360016685887611153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/360016685887611153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/360016685887611153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-10.html' title='January 10'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4acy7W6zQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ndn3ccKrQAk/s72-c/Jan+10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-5107844950583182384</id><published>2008-01-09T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T16:49:02.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4VrV7W6zPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zNcNCKcf5qo/s1600-h/Jan+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153643373050645746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4VrV7W6zPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zNcNCKcf5qo/s320/Jan+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow!! Finally one of my 9 year olds can ride a two wheeler. These kids will not get on bikes. They can be such babies. Finally today she decided she was going to do it. And that was all there was to that. Of course I had to take a picture - which upset Dyl because I didn't take a picture of her riding a two wheeler - could that be because you are a wuss and won't ride a two wheeler either??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-5107844950583182384?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/5107844950583182384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=5107844950583182384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/5107844950583182384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/5107844950583182384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-9.html' title='January 9'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4VrV7W6zPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zNcNCKcf5qo/s72-c/Jan+9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-3789035989427728873</id><published>2008-01-08T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:53:02.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4Qa37W6zOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kfOfmGr2mMc/s1600-h/Jan+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153273421747637474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4Qa37W6zOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kfOfmGr2mMc/s320/Jan+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birthday of the king of Rock &amp;amp; Roll. I remember years ago the whole week AMC and a few other chanels would show his movies all day for a week. Now you only get one or two. Actually this one is on TMC and I have never seen it. Did/does anyone really buy Elvis as an Indian??? I love this man's voice, but his movies are not wonderful!! But I still like to look at him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-3789035989427728873?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/3789035989427728873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=3789035989427728873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3789035989427728873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/3789035989427728873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-8.html' title='January 8'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4Qa37W6zOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kfOfmGr2mMc/s72-c/Jan+8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-7935868292844281497</id><published>2008-01-07T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:57:47.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4K8b7W6zNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QfV9qt_XCg8/s1600-h/Jan+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152888111641578706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4K8b7W6zNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QfV9qt_XCg8/s320/Jan+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another day. My little baby is sick today. She was sick last night and didn't feel well. I let her stay home with her daddy. He had to drive up west and of course she threw up - in the new truck - than heavens he thought to bring a bucket. I hate when my babies are sick!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-7935868292844281497?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/7935868292844281497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=7935868292844281497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7935868292844281497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/7935868292844281497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-7.html' title='January 7'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4K8b7W6zNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QfV9qt_XCg8/s72-c/Jan+7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-8163856405379698589</id><published>2008-01-06T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:26:34.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 6th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4FjmbW6zMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b2uqBIljYBE/s1600-h/Jan+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152508960518622402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4FjmbW6zMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b2uqBIljYBE/s320/Jan+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new love of my life. Dh go ta new truck in the middle of December and I love it. The girls and I call it the Cutsie Mutsie truck. Its the Ford Explorer Sprot Trac. I used to hate when he took my van anywhere, but I can't seem to stay out of the truck. I take it in the mornings to the gym. It has heated seats. The other morning, he went out and started the truck and came in. I asked him what he was doing. "waiting for the truck to warm up." Oh, its warm. He laughed at me and went off to the gym. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-8163856405379698589?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/8163856405379698589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=8163856405379698589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8163856405379698589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/8163856405379698589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-6th.html' title='January 6th'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R4FjmbW6zMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b2uqBIljYBE/s72-c/Jan+6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-4740322467079454555</id><published>2008-01-05T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T12:47:58.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 5th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R3_szbW6zLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sFV-WKHkNbI/s1600-h/Jan+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152096866996505778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R3_szbW6zLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sFV-WKHkNbI/s320/Jan+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to laugh when I saw the picture of the "messy closet" on a friends 365. My daughters closet should be that organized. That prompted my picture for today. This is the twins closet - and this is a good day!!! LOL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't even open the other side of their closet door.  And their doors keep falling off the track since there is so much crap pushing against it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-4740322467079454555?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/4740322467079454555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=4740322467079454555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/4740322467079454555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/4740322467079454555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-5th.html' title='January 5th'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R3_szbW6zLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/sFV-WKHkNbI/s72-c/Jan+5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630356557654170410.post-2673047271362927274</id><published>2008-01-05T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T12:43:11.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 4th 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R3_r0LW6zKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mjvr9m34z0I/s1600-h/Jan+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152095780369779874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R3_r0LW6zKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mjvr9m34z0I/s320/Jan+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this 365 thingy so here we go. This is my picture from yesterday. My computer desk. Organized chaos - that just resembles my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630356557654170410-2673047271362927274?l=vb365.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/feeds/2673047271362927274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2630356557654170410&amp;postID=2673047271362927274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2673047271362927274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630356557654170410/posts/default/2673047271362927274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vb365.blogspot.com/2008/01/january-4th-2007.html' title='January 4th 2007'/><author><name>Susie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013775484838962321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJcKGJqTP4I/R3_r0LW6zKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mjvr9m34z0I/s72-c/Jan+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
