<?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-5599007152985083003</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:29:25.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Along the Flip Flop path</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7881465507204085693</id><published>2009-07-25T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:06:51.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end to a perfect day</title><content type='html'>I've decided that while the perfect end to a perfect afternoon is making a new friend, it should  NOT to be done the way I did it tonight.  As I pulled onto the freeway to make my way home, I pushed play on a book on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; that was just hitting the good part, and cruised along behind a fellow driver.  Unfortunately, the "friend" I made was cruising along behind me at that point, and made herself known with flashing blue and red lights.  After handing over my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;license&lt;/span&gt; and registration and answering the usual questions about why I was going so fast (72 in a 55) and where I was going (home after swimming all afternoon), I was rewarded upon her return to my window with a warning.  &lt;em&gt;Thank goodness for friends!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7881465507204085693?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7881465507204085693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7881465507204085693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7881465507204085693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7881465507204085693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/07/end-to-perfect-day.html' title='The end to a perfect day'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-4327444717978993165</id><published>2009-07-25T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:01:18.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've missed your old friend...</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks into summer I got a text message from A.  It was a picture of the To pool, under it said, "I miss you!" &lt;br /&gt;Today Lisa To got a message "Is it okay if I come visit the pool - and you guys ;) - with A this afternoon?" &lt;br /&gt;The following text was received "You are always welcome to hang at the To pool." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the pool and I rekindled our friendship.  There was splashing, laughing, and sun bathing.  A and I also enjoyed some much needed friend time over cheese, crackers, and berries.  From the edge of the pool, we watched the sun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;descend&lt;/span&gt; below the hills and commented, "I love summer!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-4327444717978993165?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/4327444717978993165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=4327444717978993165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/4327444717978993165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/4327444717978993165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-missed-your-old-friend.html' title='I&apos;ve missed your old friend...'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7468229021306470728</id><published>2009-07-25T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:51:05.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Saturday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked and then went on a shopping spree (a early anniversary present).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church then a killer softball game.  Killer = they killed us. :)  Then a trip to Portland for the tradition of seeing the Harry Potter movies with Z&amp;amp;A.  But no fight scene???  We were a little disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waking up at 7 in the morning at the Banker abode, I enjoyed a leisurely morning with tea, toast and my book while I waited to Amanda to wake from her "nap" after taking Z to the airport at four in the morning.  Then it was another of the great adventures of A&amp;amp;M!  While our tube supplier was MIA, we searched around town for ANYTHING to float down the Sandy River on.  Finally settling on some nice pool floats, we attacked the river.  In attacked, I mean meandered, walked, and bumped our way down the river.  Three hours later, we were content, a little cold, and glad to have checked one more thing off of our "to do" list.  We also decided that while it was fun on our little pool floats, it would have been a little better with actual inner tubes.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7468229021306470728?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7468229021306470728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7468229021306470728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7468229021306470728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7468229021306470728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-weekend.html' title='Last Weekend'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-4370703747467712157</id><published>2009-07-13T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:17:00.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Around the Town</title><content type='html'>Stephanie and Corbett join us, on Sunday, for exploring McMinnville.  We started with breakfast at Wild Wood.  I'm pretty sure it's my favorite restaurant in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYek4iFfI/AAAAAAAAAxg/EjxLAEUEVTY/s1600-h/IMG_6695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358114201495803378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYek4iFfI/AAAAAAAAAxg/EjxLAEUEVTY/s400/IMG_6695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYeddRJxI/AAAAAAAAAxY/lJ7ld8PO72A/s1600-h/IMG_6707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358114199502399250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYeddRJxI/AAAAAAAAAxY/lJ7ld8PO72A/s400/IMG_6707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYdsb9zDI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Rw8QuwxVYgI/s1600-h/IMG_6708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358114186343599154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYdsb9zDI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Rw8QuwxVYgI/s400/IMG_6708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYdOyKzZI/AAAAAAAAAxI/UxJD3DBzy0s/s1600-h/IMG_6711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358114178383662482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYdOyKzZI/AAAAAAAAAxI/UxJD3DBzy0s/s400/IMG_6711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were quite a few "Corbett" pictures.  As in, Corbett just points the camera from whatever angle he wants and shoots.  There are always some very interesting pictures resulting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYI7UdYmI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SpgYfX1JARY/s1600-h/IMG_6714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358113829561393762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYI7UdYmI/AAAAAAAAAxA/SpgYfX1JARY/s400/IMG_6714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we took to the streets.  This weekend was "Who's on Third?".  It's a traditional festival celebrating McMinnville.  Third street is the main historical downtown area.  The whole street was blocked for the weekend with artist booths, vendors, sidewalk sales, and musicians. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYIax6vfI/AAAAAAAAAw4/cQLZwzo1Dr0/s1600-h/IMG_6721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358113820826582514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYIax6vfI/AAAAAAAAAw4/cQLZwzo1Dr0/s400/IMG_6721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYIPgoJ2I/AAAAAAAAAww/wr9DR2XBAD8/s1600-h/IMG_6723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358113817801271138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYIPgoJ2I/AAAAAAAAAww/wr9DR2XBAD8/s400/IMG_6723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corbett and Stephanie were entering a raffle for a new guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYGd_8pMI/AAAAAAAAAwo/wBT2pLHSzks/s1600-h/IMG_6725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358113787330995394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYGd_8pMI/AAAAAAAAAwo/wBT2pLHSzks/s400/IMG_6725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two little girls were "helping" one of the artists with a watercolor.  I just couldn't help but take their picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYGCyxoYI/AAAAAAAAAwg/BMXGtI7i2js/s1600-h/IMG_6726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358113780027990402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYGCyxoYI/AAAAAAAAAwg/BMXGtI7i2js/s400/IMG_6726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWniqGEGI/AAAAAAAAAwY/r3Q_3zRWObY/s1600-h/IMG_6731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358112156493942882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWniqGEGI/AAAAAAAAAwY/r3Q_3zRWObY/s400/IMG_6731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWnR0Me7I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/EJZUdfbzpgM/s1600-h/IMG_6736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358112151972903858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWnR0Me7I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/EJZUdfbzpgM/s400/IMG_6736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWnHD9AvI/AAAAAAAAAwI/hAFANb1sYic/s1600-h/IMG_6737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358112149086208754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWnHD9AvI/AAAAAAAAAwI/hAFANb1sYic/s400/IMG_6737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWm6dtc3I/AAAAAAAAAwA/-DusttNhrk0/s1600-h/IMG_6741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358112145704579954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWm6dtc3I/AAAAAAAAAwA/-DusttNhrk0/s400/IMG_6741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This kiddo was just too cute with his ice cream cone.  When I asked if I could take his picture he just grinned and nodded.  It was when I showed him the picture that I really wished I could catch him,  he had the cutest grin.  As I walked away he kept saying "Thank you!"  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWmbfGW9I/AAAAAAAAAv4/8tPdpusV-AI/s1600-h/IMG_6742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358112137388907474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWmbfGW9I/AAAAAAAAAv4/8tPdpusV-AI/s400/IMG_6742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWHTnKp6I/AAAAAAAAAvw/_zNm-jndAoU/s1600-h/IMG_6748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358111602699315106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWHTnKp6I/AAAAAAAAAvw/_zNm-jndAoU/s400/IMG_6748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We convinced Corbett to try the bull.  This was the only picture I got. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWGwVjYII/AAAAAAAAAvo/Xm2wFsVAhqI/s1600-h/IMG_6749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358111593230196866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWGwVjYII/AAAAAAAAAvo/Xm2wFsVAhqI/s400/IMG_6749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWGsaFScI/AAAAAAAAAvg/MQbTWITCiLw/s1600-h/IMG_6752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358111592175454658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWGsaFScI/AAAAAAAAAvg/MQbTWITCiLw/s400/IMG_6752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWGZkCF_I/AAAAAAAAAvY/nLiczISjjjg/s1600-h/IMG_6754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358111587116914674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWGZkCF_I/AAAAAAAAAvY/nLiczISjjjg/s400/IMG_6754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I should have known better than to have them pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWGCBqTcI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/dWR1lksZ3IE/s1600-h/IMG_6755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358111580798733762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvWGCBqTcI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/dWR1lksZ3IE/s400/IMG_6755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-4370703747467712157?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/4370703747467712157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=4370703747467712157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/4370703747467712157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/4370703747467712157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-around-town.html' title='All Around the Town'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvYek4iFfI/AAAAAAAAAxg/EjxLAEUEVTY/s72-c/IMG_6695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-5570660136573146519</id><published>2009-07-13T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:34:23.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random collections</title><content type='html'>A couple of years ago, Mike got some records as a gag gift. There was a Donny Osmond and a Partridge Family. They hung on the wall in our old apartment. After that when we would find fun records at garage sales we would pick them up and they would be added to the collection. Slowly added were Frank Sinatra and some Johny Cash. The collection has been growing lately. I told Mike a while back that while the random collection was fun, I really wanted to actually listen to some of these records now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning Mike headed to an estate sale in town to check it out. He called me with the info that there was a record player there for $20! I called him back and left a message to get it. Unfortunately he didn't get the message until he was at work, but Saturday he headed back to see if it was still there. It was! I get a message while at work that it's loaded in his car along with a record holder and all the records they had left. They had wanted to get rid of it so badly we got the whole collection for $15! His comment that he would need help unloading it from his car when he got home made me pause. This is what I found upon unloading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvBpciPBoI/AAAAAAAAAuo/SSrEBGIIhhw/s1600-h/July+%2709+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358089099465918082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvBpciPBoI/AAAAAAAAAuo/SSrEBGIIhhw/s400/July+%2709+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a whole console! It works wonderfully and is positioned in the dining room. I now get some sweet music while working in the kitchen! It has a radio and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvBZ9jaSyI/AAAAAAAAAuY/KbT2QFuQ7_w/s1600-h/July+%2709+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358088833451313954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvBZ9jaSyI/AAAAAAAAAuY/KbT2QFuQ7_w/s400/July+%2709+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; an eight track!  Crazy!!!  We don't have any 8-tracks, but maybe that will be the next collection. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvBacNl2_I/AAAAAAAAAug/lbaLPbJSYD0/s1600-h/July+%2709+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358088841681296370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvBacNl2_I/AAAAAAAAAug/lbaLPbJSYD0/s400/July+%2709+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike had to teach me how to use the record player, but once that was done I've LOVED listening to all of our records.  Though in the collection we got with the player is a lot of organ music and polkas...not to sure I'll be listening to those anytime soon. :)  &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/5599007152985083003-5570660136573146519?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/5570660136573146519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=5570660136573146519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/5570660136573146519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/5570660136573146519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-collections.html' title='Random collections'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvBpciPBoI/AAAAAAAAAuo/SSrEBGIIhhw/s72-c/July+%2709+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7897068104237349157</id><published>2009-07-11T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:43:01.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Possum...</title><content type='html'>Friday night I was getting ready for bed when I heard Mike saying "Get it Oliver, get it!" I emerged from the bathroom wondering what the heck was going on. When I asked, I was informed that something ("a giant rat, raccoon, or maybe a possum") was hiding behind the grill on the patio. Oliver was too scared to go chase it out, but kept on sniffin' the front of the grill.  Mike moved the grill enough to stick the camera back behind the grill and take a picture to try to figure out what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlmDogAwQOI/AAAAAAAAAuI/kDyre7PK7GE/s1600-h/July+%2709+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357457963545018594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlmDogAwQOI/AAAAAAAAAuI/kDyre7PK7GE/s400/July+%2709+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I couldn't tell if it was a giant rat or a possum so I went scurrying inside.  I wasn't going to have some rodent jump out and bite my toes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlmDoR28JVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/bvghaTc0p8U/s1600-h/July+%2709+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357457959745758546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlmDoR28JVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/bvghaTc0p8U/s400/July+%2709+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to document the process from inside, but soon realized I had to at least open the screen.  My flash was reflecting and I couldn't seen a darn thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlmDoCJGcRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/NAuwkjRIckg/s1600-h/July+%2709+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357457955526963474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlmDoCJGcRI/AAAAAAAAAt4/NAuwkjRIckg/s400/July+%2709+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike was trying to use the flash light to figure out what was back behind the grill.  When I asked why he wasn't closer, his response was "I'm not blocking it's escape path!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlmDnwY8g3I/AAAAAAAAAtw/IDBw3j44g2Q/s1600-h/July+%2709+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357457950761583474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlmDnwY8g3I/AAAAAAAAAtw/IDBw3j44g2Q/s400/July+%2709+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Mike layed down on the ground and took a picture (from a ways away) under the grill.  It WAS a possum.  "Are possums dangerous?"  "No, ever heard the term 'playing possum'.  They play dead as their defense mechanism."  "Oh, so it's okay for Oliver to be getting closer sniffing him."  "Oh yeah, Oliver won't hurt him and he'll ignore Oliver."  Or so Mike said.  Two minutes later I hear, "Oh come on Oliver!"  as they both run for the door.  Apparently this Possum wasn't going to play dead any longer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7897068104237349157?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7897068104237349157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7897068104237349157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7897068104237349157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7897068104237349157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/07/playing-possum.html' title='Playing Possum...'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlmDogAwQOI/AAAAAAAAAuI/kDyre7PK7GE/s72-c/July+%2709+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-6425873015740553337</id><published>2009-07-06T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:52:19.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A busy weekend!</title><content type='html'>Saturday started out with work and a LARGE coffee. Once I was home from the work day, I made a salad for Sunday's church picnic and waited for Mike to get home from work. We planned to go to the Mac fireworks display. Once we were there and got settled (after waiting in half hour of traffic) we hung out for a while until the display started. They weren't that great, but Mike and I had fun together. Though, on our way out we decided that if the display is at the Evergreen Museum next year we're not going. We had to sit in traffic for over an hour to get out of the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKfDDuE6AI/AAAAAAAAArw/_FKAxgLRj2A/s1600-h/IMG_6527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355517781783930882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKfDDuE6AI/AAAAAAAAArw/_FKAxgLRj2A/s400/IMG_6527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKfDXX1qMI/AAAAAAAAAr4/uGyk9VX8xTU/s1600-h/IMG_6545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355517787059366082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKfDXX1qMI/AAAAAAAAAr4/uGyk9VX8xTU/s400/IMG_6545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKfDjjgiVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/0RGqNsUwGnU/s1600-h/IMG_6551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355517790329538898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKfDjjgiVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/0RGqNsUwGnU/s400/IMG_6551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKfEKE1sNI/AAAAAAAAAsI/lXtNZjNOa4U/s1600-h/IMG_6574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355517800669884626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKfEKE1sNI/AAAAAAAAAsI/lXtNZjNOa4U/s400/IMG_6574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKfEeWPzqI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/OSp-YlhCLc4/s1600-h/IMG_6583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355517806111608482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKfEeWPzqI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/OSp-YlhCLc4/s400/IMG_6583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKgey7B7uI/AAAAAAAAAsY/2DiPiifPL6M/s1600-h/IMG_6589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355519357822824162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKgey7B7uI/AAAAAAAAAsY/2DiPiifPL6M/s400/IMG_6589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, after church, we had our 4th of July picnic.  I made my favorite dessert type salad and a huge 5 gallon cooler of lemonade.  We hung out at the park, eating and laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKgfJshjTI/AAAAAAAAAsg/sSXpcj0BATI/s1600-h/IMG_6609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355519363935997234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKgfJshjTI/AAAAAAAAAsg/sSXpcj0BATI/s400/IMG_6609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKgfaQy6HI/AAAAAAAAAso/S73Retk6f68/s1600-h/IMG_6611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355519368383096946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKgfaQy6HI/AAAAAAAAAso/S73Retk6f68/s400/IMG_6611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKgfnif9OI/AAAAAAAAAsw/PeZmO_WjXRs/s1600-h/IMG_6613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355519371947013346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKgfnif9OI/AAAAAAAAAsw/PeZmO_WjXRs/s400/IMG_6613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then rushed to the other half of the park for our softball game.  We didn't win, but had fun.  I even hit the ball and got on first, then got to third on the next hit.  It was a lot of fun!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKggPu9vbI/AAAAAAAAAs4/sE5uJseF9F4/s1600-h/IMG_6650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355519382736715186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKggPu9vbI/AAAAAAAAAs4/sE5uJseF9F4/s400/IMG_6650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the ball game, we came home for some naps and relaxing before our big night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKjFyOPV1I/AAAAAAAAAtA/JC0WJtngdjQ/s1600-h/IMG_6661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355522226673112914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKjFyOPV1I/AAAAAAAAAtA/JC0WJtngdjQ/s400/IMG_6661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple months ago I was driving to work and drove past the Drive-in theater in Newberg.  I hadn't been to a drive in since high school at my grandma's house.  I suddenly wanted to go again.  So last night Mike and I packed up the car to spend a night at the movies.  We packed a picnic supper, blankets, cards, and took off for the drive in. Playing was "Up" and "The Proposal".  Both movies were spectacular!  We laughed and almost cried.  We even saw a Greece acting troop wondering the grounds.  It was a great date night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKjGEuGY6I/AAAAAAAAAtI/YmbfsNArzV0/s1600-h/IMG_6667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355522231638582178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKjGEuGY6I/AAAAAAAAAtI/YmbfsNArzV0/s400/IMG_6667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKjGgtJigI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/zXQmYxdFciU/s1600-h/IMG_6669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355522239150787074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKjGgtJigI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/zXQmYxdFciU/s400/IMG_6669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKjHOh92oI/AAAAAAAAAtY/b_LfPeYHPYM/s1600-h/IMG_6670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355522251451914882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKjHOh92oI/AAAAAAAAAtY/b_LfPeYHPYM/s400/IMG_6670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKjHaAV0lI/AAAAAAAAAtg/xpxR89edD4Y/s1600-h/IMG_6672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355522254532104786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKjHaAV0lI/AAAAAAAAAtg/xpxR89edD4Y/s400/IMG_6672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After not getting home till 2:00 this morning and in bed till 2:30, it's been a lazy day.  I got the oil changed in my car and then been sitting on the couch.   I hope your Independence Day weekend was just as exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-6425873015740553337?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/6425873015740553337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=6425873015740553337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6425873015740553337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6425873015740553337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-weekend.html' title='A busy weekend!'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlKfDDuE6AI/AAAAAAAAArw/_FKAxgLRj2A/s72-c/IMG_6527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-4358602438903890368</id><published>2009-06-29T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:27:38.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SklbxmpgvBI/AAAAAAAAAro/RJt7T3_l3Xc/s1600-h/June+%2709+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352910539852921874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SklbxmpgvBI/AAAAAAAAAro/RJt7T3_l3Xc/s400/June+%2709+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SklbxG3jUnI/AAAAAAAAArg/sGWGWFVzfR8/s1600-h/June+%2709+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352910531321877106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SklbxG3jUnI/AAAAAAAAArg/sGWGWFVzfR8/s400/June+%2709+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laying in the sun takes a lot out of you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-4358602438903890368?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/4358602438903890368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=4358602438903890368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/4358602438903890368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/4358602438903890368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/06/oliver.html' title='Oliver'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SklbxmpgvBI/AAAAAAAAAro/RJt7T3_l3Xc/s72-c/June+%2709+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-425852383260542807</id><published>2009-06-29T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:26:06.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seminary Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SklaUc2OLZI/AAAAAAAAArY/ia6sy-RyMFQ/s1600-h/IMG_3459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352908939494043026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SklaUc2OLZI/AAAAAAAAArY/ia6sy-RyMFQ/s400/IMG_3459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last spring the guys graduated seminary, the "Sugar Momas" slowly started to become real mamas, jobs were found, and slowly the group parted ways. We had all survived the last three years with the encouragement, prayers, and game nights had with our friends. We are spread all over the U.S. Only a couple of us have stayed in the area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a month ago we got a call from our friends, Dave and Erin, saying that our other friends, Luke and Virginia, would be in town the end of June. We commenced with planning a BBQ to get together while they are in town. As the time grew nearer it was discovered that another set of friends would also be in town that same week, hence the "Seminary Reunion."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday arrived and we headed to Portland. We met up at Dave and Erin's apartment with: Luke and Virginia + Ellyann, Ford, and Zach and Amanda. We laughed, reminisced, played games, and talked about our lives at the moment. And when it was time to trek home, there were tears shed. Not everyone of our friends from seminary was there, some are still in there corner of the country, but we had a good group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke and Virginia + Ellyann will head back to California and to hopefully a job. Ford and Lyndsey will head back to North Carolina and welcome baby #2 in a few months. Dave and Erin are talking about school in Scotland. And Zach and Amanda are looking forward to hearing for sure about Mali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike and I will hold down the fort in Oregon. We'll keep trying to figure out what God has next for our lives. And we'll keep praying for and encouraging those seminary friends no matter where in the world they end up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the laughs last night friends. We'll miss you, but know that the table is always open for a game night. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-425852383260542807?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/425852383260542807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=425852383260542807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/425852383260542807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/425852383260542807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/06/seminary-reunion.html' title='Seminary Reunion'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SklaUc2OLZI/AAAAAAAAArY/ia6sy-RyMFQ/s72-c/IMG_3459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-79025537194595128</id><published>2009-06-29T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:48:50.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit Week</title><content type='html'>We had our annual softball game - "Duel at the Diamond" - against Cherry Wood this week.  To help boost our spirit for the game (after last years slaughtering we needed a some encouragement) we had SPIRIT WEEK.  Did you remember Spirit week from high school?  We always had it the week of homecoming.  Each day was a different theme that everyone dressed up for.  Well, we had Spirit Week at work.  Some days were lots of fun, while others were just plain silly.   Originally I set out to capture my outfits for everyday, it didn't happen.  I just got Tuesday (Tacky Day) and Thursday (Hawaiian day).  Enjoy some laughter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SklP72RCCAI/AAAAAAAAArA/mMTgBCVM2Ek/s1600-h/June+%2709+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352897521704372226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SklP72RCCAI/AAAAAAAAArA/mMTgBCVM2Ek/s400/June+%2709+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oliver just felt the need to be included in this picture, every time Hubby tried to call him, he would just walk right back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SklP8OHsZoI/AAAAAAAAArI/f0FyGtP7Bhk/s1600-h/June+%2709+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352897528107656834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SklP8OHsZoI/AAAAAAAAArI/f0FyGtP7Bhk/s400/June+%2709+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dana and I decided that Stephanie was the winner in the tacky department. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SklP8a8hQaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/O8950exykLY/s1600-h/June+%2709+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352897531550450082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SklP8a8hQaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/O8950exykLY/s400/June+%2709+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had decorated the whole dinning room for Hawaiian day, partially because we had our Luau for happy hour on Friday.  Stephanie and I thought this was the best place to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was Wacky Hat day (I don't work Monday's, so I missed this one all together).  Tuesday Tacky day.  Wednesday was Blue day (our team color is blue).  Thursday was Hawaiian day.  And Friday was Sports day.  It was a fun, but very busy, week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-79025537194595128?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/79025537194595128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=79025537194595128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/79025537194595128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/79025537194595128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/06/spirit-week.html' title='Spirit Week'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SklP72RCCAI/AAAAAAAAArA/mMTgBCVM2Ek/s72-c/June+%2709+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7321524116148598913</id><published>2009-06-20T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:01:42.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June in a nutshell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I told A the other day that my problem with blogging is the fact that interesting things only happen in my life about every other weekend. Hence the lack of posts again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beginning of the month started with a visit from the family. Hubby's mom, two sisters, and nephew all crowded into our place, filling it with laughter and games, and left us exhausted. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349671899166780050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3aP565qpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/zsiHRDcKiKo/s400/Rachel+%26+Gram.gif" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day after the circus left our house I joined A at the Iris gardens in Salem. I've never seen anything like it. So much color and so peaceful. A and I had a great time wondering, photographing, playing "Marco, Polo", and talking about life. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*No commentary to follow, just follow the pictures*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3Y3ipQ3LI/AAAAAAAAAqo/WWWjIwHj4pA/s1600-h/Schriner.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349670381090299058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3Y3ipQ3LI/AAAAAAAAAqo/WWWjIwHj4pA/s400/Schriner.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3Y3SIrbsI/AAAAAAAAAqg/N9e_ABwtwLQ/s1600-h/June+%2709+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349670376658661058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3Y3SIrbsI/AAAAAAAAAqg/N9e_ABwtwLQ/s400/June+%2709+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3Yre5vtUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Mtxblk-cLIA/s1600-h/June+%2709+166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349670173927257410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3Yre5vtUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/Mtxblk-cLIA/s400/June+%2709+166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YrLmJQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/aCcrUNoFWkI/s1600-h/June+%2709+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349670168744772130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YrLmJQiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/aCcrUNoFWkI/s400/June+%2709+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YqnC-BfI/AAAAAAAAAqI/W3kS95aSoQk/s1600-h/June+%2709+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349670158933558770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YqnC-BfI/AAAAAAAAAqI/W3kS95aSoQk/s400/June+%2709+033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YqhQYIKI/AAAAAAAAAqA/0tCsSe-GZmM/s1600-h/June+%2709+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349670157379182754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YqhQYIKI/AAAAAAAAAqA/0tCsSe-GZmM/s400/June+%2709+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YqbRqUaI/AAAAAAAAAp4/x4ICJWHorJM/s1600-h/June+%2709+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349670155773956514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YqbRqUaI/AAAAAAAAAp4/x4ICJWHorJM/s400/June+%2709+042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YOdUvl-I/AAAAAAAAApw/g6UnsL77ZHY/s1600-h/June+%2709+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349669675287418850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YOdUvl-I/AAAAAAAAApw/g6UnsL77ZHY/s400/June+%2709+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YOMbVzXI/AAAAAAAAApo/mCYKLCT7rVQ/s1600-h/June+%2709+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349669670751686002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YOMbVzXI/AAAAAAAAApo/mCYKLCT7rVQ/s400/June+%2709+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YNriHpUI/AAAAAAAAApg/Mcr402YxOYY/s1600-h/June+%2709+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349669661921748290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YNriHpUI/AAAAAAAAApg/Mcr402YxOYY/s400/June+%2709+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YNQSg0iI/AAAAAAAAApY/0EXZ75g-rJY/s1600-h/June+%2709+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349669654608532002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YNQSg0iI/AAAAAAAAApY/0EXZ75g-rJY/s400/June+%2709+065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YNGRtv3I/AAAAAAAAApQ/UJ8O6uku4yM/s1600-h/June+%2709+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349669651920830322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3YNGRtv3I/AAAAAAAAApQ/UJ8O6uku4yM/s400/June+%2709+077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3XuXk4V5I/AAAAAAAAApI/NeExzfgHtnk/s1600-h/June+%2709+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349669123988674450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3XuXk4V5I/AAAAAAAAApI/NeExzfgHtnk/s400/June+%2709+082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3XuGi8L0I/AAAAAAAAApA/g1Yb97F6ip8/s1600-h/June+%2709+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349669119417134914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3XuGi8L0I/AAAAAAAAApA/g1Yb97F6ip8/s400/June+%2709+083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3Xt7hhFjI/AAAAAAAAAo4/lzZDNt6LatM/s1600-h/June+%2709+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349669116458374706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3Xt7hhFjI/AAAAAAAAAo4/lzZDNt6LatM/s400/June+%2709+085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3Xtk4ucvI/AAAAAAAAAow/dPLOnQPL81s/s1600-h/June+%2709+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349669110381703922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3Xtk4ucvI/AAAAAAAAAow/dPLOnQPL81s/s400/June+%2709+087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3XtPW9LmI/AAAAAAAAAoo/EfC_kyZ7uZE/s1600-h/June+%2709+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349669104602918498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3XtPW9LmI/AAAAAAAAAoo/EfC_kyZ7uZE/s400/June+%2709+098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3XYtNdh3I/AAAAAAAAAog/IxcIOTVEs5I/s1600-h/June+%2709+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349668751838906226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3XYtNdh3I/AAAAAAAAAog/IxcIOTVEs5I/s400/June+%2709+102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3XYalYa-I/AAAAAAAAAoY/1Q8BpTO-Rec/s1600-h/June+%2709+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349668746838961122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3XYalYa-I/AAAAAAAAAoY/1Q8BpTO-Rec/s400/June+%2709+123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3XYGP-oHI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/--6xbdrPl3k/s1600-h/June+%2709+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349668741380481138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3XYGP-oHI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/--6xbdrPl3k/s400/June+%2709+130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3XXwx6OCI/AAAAAAAAAoI/GGPFSyOlk-c/s1600-h/June+%2709+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349668735617218594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3XXwx6OCI/AAAAAAAAAoI/GGPFSyOlk-c/s400/June+%2709+139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3XXqlacYI/AAAAAAAAAoA/z3-my3x1QyQ/s1600-h/June+%2709+159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349668733954191746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3XXqlacYI/AAAAAAAAAoA/z3-my3x1QyQ/s400/June+%2709+159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7321524116148598913?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7321524116148598913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7321524116148598913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7321524116148598913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7321524116148598913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-in-nutshell.html' title='June in a nutshell?'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sj3aP565qpI/AAAAAAAAAqw/zsiHRDcKiKo/s72-c/Rachel+%26+Gram.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7628605187710595499</id><published>2009-05-25T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:33:20.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShsOGYnATvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NtuqlJqBWPk/s1600-h/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShsOGYnATvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NtuqlJqBWPk/s320/image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="left"&gt;My brother was in the Marines for 4 years. He served through three deployments. Ben got out after his four years, but they made him into an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; man. I love and adore my baby brother. He makes me so proud every day. He's a wonderful father, brother, son and friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="left"&gt;Ben, thank you for fighting for our country! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShsOGjyVNFI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ZCOT2O7-Xf4/s1600-h/image-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShsOGjyVNFI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ZCOT2O7-Xf4/s320/image-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here he is with my sister, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shelisa&lt;/span&gt;. We are both so proud of you!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7628605187710595499?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7628605187710595499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7628605187710595499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7628605187710595499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7628605187710595499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='Happy Memorial Day!!'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShsOGYnATvI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NtuqlJqBWPk/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-1289436353207283613</id><published>2009-05-18T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:56:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome sun!!!</title><content type='html'>It is about 80 degrees outside right now and I'm LOVING it.  I love the sun, I love summer, I love heat.  We don't get much of those in Oregon, so I'm soaking it up today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337299475681089026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShHlmEvZlgI/AAAAAAAAAmw/HpQKxgDBj7I/s400/IMG_6315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we got our patio furniture, I haven't gotten much of a chance to use it till today.  So blogging is taking place outside under the umbrella that protects just a fraction of the sun.  Which means it I'm still getting a tan, but maybe not quite as hot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337299479728920050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShHlmT0elfI/AAAAAAAAAm4/-CqSmQEaGLE/s400/IMG_6319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I've almost all the ingredient for a lovely day in the sun.  My computer to blog with, my suntan lotion (ignore the spf if you are afraid of skin cancer), my cell phone in case hubby calls from work or some friends call with other plans, my big glass of iced sun tea I made yesterday, and the camera to record it all.  All that's missing is a pool. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShHlmHf1lLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/OXXK9wh3rBI/s1600-h/IMG_6309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337299476421121202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShHlmHf1lLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/OXXK9wh3rBI/s400/IMG_6309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShHllxjV6II/AAAAAAAAAmg/hMMhT5sbHPI/s1600-h/IMG_6307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337299470530242690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShHllxjV6II/AAAAAAAAAmg/hMMhT5sbHPI/s400/IMG_6307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flowers provide lots of vivid color to my atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShHllkfrtzI/AAAAAAAAAmY/vtugj6VrMfQ/s1600-h/IMG_6305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337299467025233714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShHllkfrtzI/AAAAAAAAAmY/vtugj6VrMfQ/s400/IMG_6305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've got my feet up, relaxing, and working on my tan.  It's a perfect day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-1289436353207283613?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/1289436353207283613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=1289436353207283613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/1289436353207283613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/1289436353207283613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-sun.html' title='Welcome sun!!!'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShHlmEvZlgI/AAAAAAAAAmw/HpQKxgDBj7I/s72-c/IMG_6315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-3463910441136418741</id><published>2009-05-18T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:18:40.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>May 8th was hubby's birthday. We usually have a party, though this year it was a little tough to schedule. I work late Friday nights, we both work Saturdays, leaving us Sunday off together and the Sunday after his birthday was Mother's Day. Now I'm not a mother, so it doesn't affect us, but most of our friends are any more so it makes it a little difficult to plan around. With all that in mind we had the official party yesterday, more than a week after his birthday. We had fun with a couple friends, grilling and playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started to talk about a party, I asked hubby what kind of cake he would like. After some deliberation, he declared "Funfetti! With funfetti icing as well." 'Okay,' I thought, 'That's easy enough.' But I should have know, when it comes to cakes, I never take the easy route. I love to make cakes. I've even considered taking some cake decorating classes, though I'm doing fairly well on my own. So this last week I starting thinking of a fun way to decorate his cake. Wednesday I came up with a superb idea.... Those of you who know my hubby well, know how big of a fan of superman he is. I like to call him my own personal superman. Every holiday I try to get him a new superman t-shirt. I think the total is about 10 different t-shirts now. Anyway, that in mind I decided it would be fun to make him a superman cake. The problem became when I could make it. I work till 7 every night, not getting home till about 8:30. When could I make him the sweet cake? Friday night on my way home from work I stopped and picked up the mix (I don't make cake from scratch usually, that takes way more time) thinking I maybe could get it in the oven so it would be cooled for me to decorate on Saturday. That didn't happen. So Saturday I left work about half hour early (on Saturdays that means 5), got home and got started making cakes. Only I realized I was 3 eggs short! So while one was in the oven I ran to the store for more eggs and got home with 8 minutes left on the timer. Wheew! The cakes got baked, cooled, and then I started to decorate them about 9 o'clock. I am a procrastinator so I knew they would get done, just super late! :) The poor dog didn't get his walk that night and the house was cleaned by hubby when he got home from work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since hubby wanted the funfetti icing and I was going to use fondant, the sprinkles couldn't be on the top and sides of the cake. I decided what better way then to have the funfetti icing be the filling between the two layers! It turned out wonderfully. I stacked, cut, shaped, and got the white fondant on the cake! I wanted it to be blue, but I had a bad time dying the fondant when I made my bowling alley cake, so I bought icing dye that's spray on! I had to cover the area around the cake with paper, since it is basically a spray paint type stuff. It is the coolest stuff, got the cake nice and blue! Only it misted out past the paper and turned EVERYTHING in my kitchen a nice shade of blue, even the insides of our noses (allergy season, need I say more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that dried, I got to work creating the superman symbol. That was kind of a trial and error process, but finally it was completed! It was midnight, the kitchen was a disaster. It had been frustrating, time consuming, and a little ridiculous at times, but hubby LOVED it and everyone at the party was impressed. That made it all worth while. :) See what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337289794289816946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShHcyiv2VXI/AAAAAAAAAmA/2Y7CNZX7WUs/s400/IMG_6285.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;This was at about 11:30, almost done!  Do you see the superman t-shirt I'm working off of hanging from the cupboard. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337289796233927186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShHcyp_XGhI/AAAAAAAAAmI/78zmIRgbxoM/s400/IMG_6290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Completed!!!  Isn't it cool!?!  The "S" wasn't quite right, but I couldn't seem to get it right without redoing the whole thing, and I wasn't about to do that!  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337289801312122802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShHcy86GN7I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/yGUI_OGYy00/s400/IMG_6294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hubby loved it, which is all that really mattered! :)  Happy Birthday love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-3463910441136418741?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/3463910441136418741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=3463910441136418741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/3463910441136418741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/3463910441136418741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/ShHcyiv2VXI/AAAAAAAAAmA/2Y7CNZX7WUs/s72-c/IMG_6285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-4365747917810519460</id><published>2009-05-11T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:40:40.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Hubby and I got Oliver we have been taking him for two walks a day. Once in the morning right after we wake up and once in the evening before dinner. I can tell you, I have never walked this much. The other plus is this gives us a chance to explore our neighborhood. Since spring really has taken hold of Oregon, I've been thinking I need to carry my camera with me. There are beautiful flowers and gorgeous views everywhere I look. So on Saturday evening while Hubby was working, Olly and I took a walk with my camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334816417662055538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SgkTREyrNHI/AAAAAAAAAkw/UdNnul4JWQI/s320/May+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was excited that I have lilacs in my backyard. The bush isn't very big, so I didn't have a lot of blossoms, but enough for me to enjoy. Hubby is allergic so I couldn't cut any, but now all I had to do was walk out the back door to smell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334816422865704354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SgkTRYLUlaI/AAAAAAAAAk4/wdSlUNs45Qs/s320/May+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of flowers in my yard that I have no idea what they are. But the colors they are flourishing are astounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334816428905033362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SgkTRurNbpI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Lx6QthIZVCg/s320/May+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one is in my front yard. Today when I went out even more of those buds are full, it's beautiful! Can anyone tell me what it is???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334816432678659010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SgkTR8u6Y8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/G1OyMko35Qw/s320/May+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We decided to follow the path that originally made me fall in love with my neighborhood. Back in February I took a very similar photo, only with a lot less green. I love spring!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334816436034330098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SgkTSJO93fI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vMTSfecaHik/s320/May+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was truly a beautiful day for a walk. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and the birds were singing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334816654689166898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SgkTe3yV5jI/AAAAAAAAAlo/f63VkjXG2aM/s320/May+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The birds singing on the ground were a temptation for Oliver. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334820721921281730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SgkXLnaCzsI/AAAAAAAAAl4/3CYd1XETxrw/s320/May+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I call this the "really Mom?" look.  I get it a lot.  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334816651152728290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SgkTeqnMIOI/AAAAAAAAAlY/zgU8pv98o3o/s320/May+037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find the view of a bench on a path just sort of peaceful.  Especially when it's surrounded by budding trees and beautiful flowering colors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334816649750093058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SgkTelYxnQI/AAAAAAAAAlg/X7BSGaWQCd0/s320/May+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."  ~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-4365747917810519460?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/4365747917810519460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=4365747917810519460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/4365747917810519460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/4365747917810519460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-walk.html' title='Another walk'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SgkTREyrNHI/AAAAAAAAAkw/UdNnul4JWQI/s72-c/May+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-1092050435663316120</id><published>2009-05-03T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:28:36.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive and kickin'</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have those periods in life, where it all just gets away from you?  Well, the last month and a half have been that for us. But, as I finally typed the last answer to the last of my 13 "Points of Doctrine" essay questions on the last page of my 13 page application for AMF, I feel that I can breath again. It seemed over the last 2 months since Hubby and I started this process, every time I sat down at the computer I was so over come with the sensation of needing to be working on that application that I would freak out, turn off the computer and walk away. Hence the lack of posts. But it's done!!!! We both sent in our applications at 6:36 this evening and even have the 1st draft of our job description in along with our preliminary budget. How crazy is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's an update of the past month and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got certified as an Activities Director. Thirty six classroom hours, 2 hours of studying, and an hour on a test - I walked away with a 100% on my test and my certificate. I'm still the Activities Assistant, but I got a pay raise! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331852885764114082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sf6L80KchqI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/m0uaO7VnxW0/s320/IMG_6060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ile (pronounced Illie) hit her 100,000 mile mark.  I'll never forget the day I got her.  I was so proud!  She only had about 20,000 miles on her then.  5 years later, three trips half way across the country, and many happy memories later, she's still going strong.  I love my Neon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331852884277539250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sf6L8uoBMbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ufsDjJ2lbrA/s320/IMG_6091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hubby and I decided to join Z&amp;amp;A on an adventure to a Daffodil festival. It was not exactly a &lt;em&gt;daffodil&lt;/em&gt; festival  (see &lt;a href="http://littlebylittleonetravelsfar.blogspot.com/2009/03/daffodils-where.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://littlebylittleonetravelsfar.blogspot.com/2009/03/daffodils-where.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). The next weekend we decided to join Dustin, Beth, and Eric for another Daffodil festival the following weekend, only to &lt;em&gt;not find it!&lt;/em&gt; We gave up. No more Daffodil festivals for us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331852891937145986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sf6L9LKNhII/AAAAAAAAAjY/t314j-8hajE/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got a pupper (thanks for the word Gram)!!! Oliver McGuffin joined our family on March 29th. He is a 1 &amp;amp; 1/2 year old cocker spaniel. We couldn't have found a more perfect match.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331853632481283186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sf6MoR5sTHI/AAAAAAAAAj4/MFszPStFi3U/s320/075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We discovered that having a dog is &lt;em&gt;kind of &lt;/em&gt;like having a child, yet not quite.  It's easier in the aspect that he can stay home all day without a babysitter.  Harder in that some people can't have pets in their homes - so overnight trips are a little harder to maneuver.  In the same aspect as having a child, this dog is getting photos taken constantly, videos of the funny moments, and all his antics are told to friends (sorry, you get them too).  He LOVES doggie tooth paste.  He wants to eat the toothbrush as soon as he sees it and will literally climb Hubby to get it.  He also doesn't like his feet wet - what a strange dog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331852893175314162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sf6L9PxadvI/AAAAAAAAAjg/i2DNhNslenI/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Activities Day was celebrated at work with a trip to Bullwinkle's Family Fun Center.  Corbetto, Stephanie and I played miniature golf together then shot at each other lazer tag style.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331852895060614722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sf6L9Wy53kI/AAAAAAAAAjo/YRMILeG45_c/s320/063.JPG" /&gt;And to cool down we rocked a little &lt;em&gt;Guitar Hero&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331853632119978386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sf6MoQjjOZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/i6ghfW0ABe4/s320/072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easter came and with it the joy of dying Easter eggs, which I quite thoroughly enjoyed with my residents.  They can dye a mean egg.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331853640065179106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sf6MouJ1XeI/AAAAAAAAAkA/MigP5KJutRY/s320/085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hubby and I took our annual Easter picture. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331853643494857058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sf6Mo67iGWI/AAAAAAAAAkI/j1ctb0TX7zI/s320/086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then attempted &lt;em&gt;many &lt;/em&gt;with the dog who won't sit still.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easter was also spent catching up with old friends.  We headed up to Portland and got to hang out with our old small group and then a couple from seminary.  It's always nice to be with friends.  During the time with the Searights we discovered that while Oliver is scared of adults and will bark and bark; he's really GREAT with kids.  Their 10 month old was able to pull his paws, take his toy and just generally chase him around with resulting kisses and a new best friend (which also may have to do with the fact that while she got dinner, he got the droppings).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since I work on Saturdays, my husband has started taking the dog on garage sale tours during their morning walks.  I now have a recliner that was purchased for $10 and a patio furniture set ($35) that needs a little bit of TLC.  I can't say I'm complaining though.  I was very excited about the patio set. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;This has been a productive post.  I hadn't realized how much had gone on in the last two months.  It's a good thing I take pictures or I never would have remembered all that.  I've decided to leave you with a video of our crazy dog.  Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4212c980356fcb9d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4212c980356fcb9d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331270665%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69B708020D7A56A45AF3AF018F845CB90518D862.8EFB635057B9F7801E39291A4FF536B3A6C3CA7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4212c980356fcb9d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQm2FxR5BlJECWynBGSvDJJ3qfrM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4212c980356fcb9d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331270665%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D69B708020D7A56A45AF3AF018F845CB90518D862.8EFB635057B9F7801E39291A4FF536B3A6C3CA7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4212c980356fcb9d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQm2FxR5BlJECWynBGSvDJJ3qfrM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-1092050435663316120?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4212c980356fcb9d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/1092050435663316120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=1092050435663316120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/1092050435663316120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/1092050435663316120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-alive-and-kickin.html' title='Still alive and kickin&apos;'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Sf6L80KchqI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/m0uaO7VnxW0/s72-c/IMG_6060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-8456937342219094963</id><published>2009-03-07T19:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:35:26.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being in the ear of an Activities Assistant</title><content type='html'>Yes, I said ear.  :)  Now that I am an activities assistant I get to hang out with residents so much more than when I was receptionist.  Along with that comes even more hilarious stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of our job includes MDS's (Medical Data Sheets).  Within 5 to 7 days of a resident entering our facility we must get basic information from them that will help us better serve them, hence the MDS.  Last Friday night I kept trying to get the information from a certain resident but she wasn't available the couple of times I stopped by.  Finally I caught her as she was going to bed and the nurse said it would be okay for me to chat with her for a while before she went to sleep.  That being said, she had just finished a VERY busy day and was extremely tired so I assured her my questions would be quick.  We were flowing through them quite smoothly until we came to the section on daily routine.  Upon being asked if she attends church, synagogue, or temple she informed me that she use to but no longer does.  The following question is a strange one that is hard to ask of some residents, but I need the information, so I asked her if she finds strength in the faith that she does have.  Upon that question she burst into tears, telling me that she just doesn't know with everything going on.  As I let her express herself I prayed that God would just bring peace into her life.  After she had calmed herself down, we continued on with the questions.  The very next question was if the resident has animal companions, which I always phrase "do you have pets at home?"  Upon hearing this she gave me the strangest look and said, "Darling, I have nobody at home to have sex with." It still cracks me up to go over that scene in my mind.  I quickly said "PETS...DO YOU HAVE PETS AT HOME?" in a much clearer voice.  She then laughed, reminded me that she was very tired, and said she did have pets at home.  The rest of the questions went by swiftly and with no complications.  Afterward, I told her to have a good night and rest well.  As I left her room, her roommate laughingly said, "So nobody to have sex with?"  and I closed the door on a burst of laughter from both ladies.  I was glad that I was able to make her smile before leaving her for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the joys of my job.  I might complain about the drive and hours, but there are times that I wouldn't trade my job for the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-8456937342219094963?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/8456937342219094963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=8456937342219094963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/8456937342219094963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/8456937342219094963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-in-ear-of-activities-assistant.html' title='Being in the ear of an Activities Assistant'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-8128738628158475651</id><published>2009-02-28T21:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:16:28.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw robins in a yard on my way to work this morning...spring is on it's way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've realized just how much I've missed spring in Oregon, not the rain but the beauty the rain brings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308092735573742562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SaoiODK0U-I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/_4NWKzWi6og/s320/IMG_5971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the colors,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308092736496586242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SaoiOGm1zgI/AAAAAAAAAhY/8BLbkW3SSSQ/s320/IMG_5986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and the new life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308092745405266706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SaoiOny1exI/AAAAAAAAAho/cXFe6ot066M/s320/IMG_6011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 113:1-5&lt;br /&gt;"Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, give praise, O servants of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the name of the Lord!" &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308105293039300322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Saoto_X6buI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Wd9prYMW2ug/s320/IMG_5988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Blessed be the name of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere-from east to west-&lt;br /&gt;praise the name of the Lord."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308092749285546834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SaoiO2P921I/AAAAAAAAAhw/rNOKhWyIVXg/s320/IMG_6026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"For the Lord is high above the nations;&lt;br /&gt;his glory is far greater than the heavens."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308105276774196130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SaotoCyAo6I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Xs_JkU1cO5M/s320/IMG_6041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Who can be compared with the Lord our God,&lt;br /&gt;who is enthroned on high?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308105280756630418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SaotoRnfw5I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/V7cWK5xPYKw/s320/IMG_5969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Psalm 66:1-5&lt;br /&gt;"Shout joyful praises to God, all the earth!&lt;br /&gt;Sing about the glory of his name!&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world how glorious he is.&lt;br /&gt;Say to God, 'How awesome are your deeds!&lt;br /&gt;Your enemies cringe before your mighty power."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308105278142254754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SaotoH4LjqI/AAAAAAAAAh4/3-iZPNcyICw/s320/IMG_6036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Everything on earth with worship you;&lt;br /&gt;they will wing your praises,&lt;br /&gt;shouting your name in glorious songs.&lt;br /&gt;Come and see what our God has done,&lt;br /&gt;what awesome miracles he does for his people."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308092745340221202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SaoiOnjU9xI/AAAAAAAAAhg/H3A4xpbEHFo/s320/IMG_6000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Psalm 66:20&lt;br /&gt;"Praise God, who does not ignore my prayer&lt;br /&gt;and did not withdraw his unfailing love from me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308105280904792226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SaotoSK0iKI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0GjXA6mjyuc/s320/IMG_6047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-8128738628158475651?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/8128738628158475651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=8128738628158475651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/8128738628158475651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/8128738628158475651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/02/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SaoiODK0U-I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/_4NWKzWi6og/s72-c/IMG_5971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-9017337148755368231</id><published>2009-02-28T21:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:47:13.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did February Go?</title><content type='html'>As I realize that tonight is the last of February, I reminisce over the succession of days that made up this month. The first week of February was spent packing and boxing the couple of items that had come out of boxes while at my parents. The second week was spent driving, moving into our new place, and hubby starting his job. The third week was the start of my new job, answering questions like "Didn't you move? Why are you back?" and hearing "We have missed you!" This past week was a test of patience as I discovered my registration on my car had expired and dealing with the wonderful DMV, trying to figure out my job since my boss left for vacation with me having three days experience, and just generally figuring out life back in Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After having lived in 4 different places in the last 8 months I am yet again realizing why I hate moving. I've lost an enormous amount of items including a toaster, my day planner, and my cool dish soap dispenser and even I believe my brain. But the good parts of moving...we are finally in our own place, it's a new town to explore, and I'm learning new things in a new job with old friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308090279111953026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Saof_EIsCoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SxNgyaYWTIE/s320/IMG_5924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308090278834479490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Saof_DGiIYI/AAAAAAAAAhA/v6aOnv1BnSk/s320/IMG_5941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308090282879658082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Saof_SK-qGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/trg5ob2bMJY/s320/IMG_5963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and I'm back in the land of Dutch Brothers! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-9017337148755368231?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/9017337148755368231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=9017337148755368231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/9017337148755368231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/9017337148755368231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-did-february-go.html' title='Where did February Go?'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/Saof_EIsCoI/AAAAAAAAAg4/SxNgyaYWTIE/s72-c/IMG_5924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-2779447417671251064</id><published>2009-02-17T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:25:50.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive</title><content type='html'>We are still alive.  Just without Internet. :)  We made it into Oregon last Monday and into our new place last Tuesday.  I spent the week (with much help from friends) unloading boxes and arranging all our things.  We love our new place, it feels so big after the basement.   I started work yesterday and am slowly getting the hang of things.  I have a bit of a drive every day.  It can range from an hour to about an hour fifteen.  I've gotten hooked on books on CD.  Hubby is loving his job at Petco.  He comes home with stories about the ferrets and mice and all the dogs that come into the store.  I am finally realizing just how much my husband loves animals. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Internet will be hooked up on the home front soon and pictures can then be added.  Until then it's the library computer that I type from, without pictures.  And my time is running out on the library computer, so it's goodbye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-2779447417671251064?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/2779447417671251064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=2779447417671251064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/2779447417671251064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/2779447417671251064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-alive.html' title='Still alive'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-3921536925204845871</id><published>2009-02-04T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:58:53.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A place to land</title><content type='html'>I have an amazing friend who spent two days driving around McMinnville looking at places for us to live.  I trusted her completely with this task.  You see, we were roommates in college and for about 7 months after.  She knows my living style.  We have similar tastes and I knew that if she wouldn't live in a place, neither would I.  That being said, Kimmy rocks!!!  She found us a nice two bedroom duplex with a small backyard.  It has a great kitchen and dinning room (to fit our huge table), a nice sized living room (not as big as our last place's but that was GIANT), a bigger bathroom than the last place (which isn't hard to do), and we can have a dog!  :)  And for this great find I now owe her two lifetimes of Friday night dinners.  What's a girl to do?  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-3921536925204845871?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/3921536925204845871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=3921536925204845871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/3921536925204845871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/3921536925204845871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/02/place-to-land.html' title='A place to land'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7580021244686039692</id><published>2009-01-30T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:44:03.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hammond's Candy</title><content type='html'>Today, while Kimmy looked for a place for us to live in Oregon, Hubby and I enjoyed a candy factory here in Colorado. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYPRyX8CH6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/1H0kmGsyNzc/s1600-h/IMG_5871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297308250067312546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYPRyX8CH6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/1H0kmGsyNzc/s320/IMG_5871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby and I have been trying to figure out what things we absolutely still have to see before we leave this beautiful state. Hammond's candy was top on the list since the last time we went the power was out and we didn't get a tour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYPRyhe7htI/AAAAAAAAAgA/te_CVuvlrdE/s1600-h/IMG_5880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297308252629599954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYPRyhe7htI/AAAAAAAAAgA/te_CVuvlrdE/s320/IMG_5880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYPRyrsqXUI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Hp_vRvewyd8/s1600-h/IMG_5883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297308255371550018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYPRyrsqXUI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Hp_vRvewyd8/s320/IMG_5883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking into the factory, the smell alone told us they were up and running. It smelled wonderful! Like Christmas. :) The tour consisted of getting to watch the whole process from start to finish. They do all the parts by hand from mixing the ingredients to forming the candy canes and lolly pops. It was amazing to learn about the different processes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite part was learning that they recycle candy. When candy is broken and won't sell they send it through a chopper so that it is basically candy dust. It's sorted by fruit and peppermint flavors into containers. When the hot, fresh candy liquid is poured onto the cooling platforms the chef will collect a bucket of the recycled candy and add it to the new batch. It then melts in and becomes part of new pieces of candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYPRy9toq0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ip-fbUgv6fA/s1600-h/IMG_5892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297308260207471426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYPRy9toq0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ip-fbUgv6fA/s320/IMG_5892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYPSIVDyywI/AAAAAAAAAgo/8iL_HMRNmG4/s1600-h/IMG_5898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297308627251677954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYPSIVDyywI/AAAAAAAAAgo/8iL_HMRNmG4/s320/IMG_5898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYPSIaVyToI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ysrzjLOxDaY/s1600-h/IMG_5897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297308628669320834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYPSIaVyToI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ysrzjLOxDaY/s320/IMG_5897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYPRywTiSPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-Zc5NoeAzn8/s1600-h/IMG_5894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297308256608340210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYPRywTiSPI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-Zc5NoeAzn8/s320/IMG_5894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the tour we wandered around the candy store. They are all decorated for Valentine's day, with heart shaped lolly pops even. It turned into a "sweet" day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7580021244686039692?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7580021244686039692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7580021244686039692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7580021244686039692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7580021244686039692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/01/hammonds-candy.html' title='Hammond&apos;s Candy'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYPRyX8CH6I/AAAAAAAAAf4/1H0kmGsyNzc/s72-c/IMG_5871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-5169465208755850731</id><published>2009-01-28T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:56:42.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting news on the homefront</title><content type='html'>Well most of you have already read it on our facebook pages or in an e-mail, but here it is again.  Hubby and I are moving!  We decided to head back to Oregon, McMinnville to be exact.  We would like to persue being missionaries with &lt;a href="http://americanmissionary.org/"&gt;American Missionary Fellowship &lt;/a&gt;on the Linfield College campus.  Until we have finished the application process, raised support and are full time in ministry both hubby and I have found full time jobs.  Hubby will be a full time team lead at Petco and I will be back at TCV, not as receptionist but as the Activities Assistant for the Rehab/Skilled Nursing.  I'm so excited to go back to that GREAT company and work with my friends again, while learning new skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss my family but not their basement. :)  I will miss the snow (Hubby will NOT) though it seems to have been snowing more in Oregon than it has here this winter.  I will miss the sun, but will get my fill of vitamin D through the tanning bed.  I will miss the mountains, but have the ocean an hour away. It will be nice to be near most of our friends again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on to the next adventure in our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-5169465208755850731?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/5169465208755850731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=5169465208755850731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/5169465208755850731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/5169465208755850731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/01/exciting-news-on-homefront.html' title='Exciting news on the homefront'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-5734171860172938792</id><published>2009-01-28T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:16:21.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun</title><content type='html'>My nephew is 8 1/2 months old. I have become his babysitter in the last two weeks since his dad now has a full time job as well as his mommy. Last week it was in the 60s and 70s most of the week, perfect weather to be outside. So hubby and I decided to take Camden to the park for some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296486194272968450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYDmIbdmnwI/AAAAAAAAAfY/4JEnwB8ix-o/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was his first time in the swings.  He wasn't so sure about that swinging thing.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296486202666250130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYDmI6ut75I/AAAAAAAAAfg/OG5EYTLKqE8/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was more entertained by his elephant pretty much the whole time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296486213537146242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYDmJjOipYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/jDb3oEqrKhY/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We started with the small slide and moved up from there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296486214157927090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYDmJlijArI/AAAAAAAAAfw/8nuFw7tb4pI/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was fun to be outside when it's been so cold and to be there for Camden's first park experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-5734171860172938792?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/5734171860172938792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=5734171860172938792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/5734171860172938792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/5734171860172938792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYDmIbdmnwI/AAAAAAAAAfY/4JEnwB8ix-o/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-8691414398911963748</id><published>2009-01-28T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:00:18.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty Crocker strikes again...</title><content type='html'>Last Monday hubby's work had their holiday party (yes, in January). It was a potluck party so I decided to make a cake. I've also gotten very interested in cake decorating and have gotten a book and watched quite a few shows on the cooking channel. I decided I could handle making a bowling alley cake. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296472705854307506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYDZ3TL_fLI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Qcydzse7QCo/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made two cakes, a chocolate and a butter cream, then just set them end to end and frosted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296472708373408914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYDZ3ckl7JI/AAAAAAAAAew/c7CpzieUuX4/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made the bowling pins and bowling ball out of fondant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296472711725241762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYDZ3pDu1aI/AAAAAAAAAe4/o1yuxB5bwwc/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296472721019842130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYDZ4LrvLlI/AAAAAAAAAfA/F3yX4ldOFX4/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I rolled out fondant to cover the two cakes and make the floor for the bowling lane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296472725803406194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYDZ4dgOk3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/FBaZPU23ZbA/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had to finish the decorations at the bowling alley, but when it was all done everyone loved it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296473722048760290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYDayczoSeI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/J9epzEylXTs/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-8691414398911963748?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/8691414398911963748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=8691414398911963748&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/8691414398911963748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/8691414398911963748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/01/betty-crocker-strikes-again.html' title='Betty Crocker strikes again...'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SYDZ3TL_fLI/AAAAAAAAAeo/Qcydzse7QCo/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7913295064377901349</id><published>2009-01-17T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:50:22.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where God talks to me</title><content type='html'>I have realized over my 26 years that it's when I'm really alone in nature that I tend to listen to God better and hear his voice a little clearer. Today I realized that I needed that more than anything. So at 4 o'clock I headed out to Cherry Creek Reservoir. It's an oasis in the middle of the city. I was able to just sit, in God's creation and really listen. And I heard God's still small voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292515133737022642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXLKeSLGNLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VVJaaVunZTY/s400/IMG_5670.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 4:1   "Answer me when I call,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O God who declares me innocent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take away my distress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have mercy on me and hear my prayer."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292515134861495042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXLKeWXMSwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/jwwNAUorUpk/s400/IMG_5697.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 6:4&amp;amp;6   "Return, O Lord, and rescue me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Save me because of your unfailing love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am worn out from sobbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every night tears drench my bed;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my pillow is wet from weeping."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292515135342290418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXLKeYJ0pfI/AAAAAAAAAeA/pWyQ1e2yjBg/s400/IMG_5710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 5:11   "But let all who take refuge in you rejoice;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let them sing joyful praises forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Protect them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so all who love your name may be filled with joy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXLKepwch7I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Pd-m_AYLtcM/s1600-h/IMG_5737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292515140067690418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXLKepwch7I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Pd-m_AYLtcM/s400/IMG_5737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 5:12   "For you bless the godly, O Lord,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;surrounding them with your shield of love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXLKeiK8ruI/AAAAAAAAAeI/RKeKd6Ty3Pk/s1600-h/IMG_5732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292515138031365858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXLKeiK8ruI/AAAAAAAAAeI/RKeKd6Ty3Pk/s400/IMG_5732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 4:8   "I will lie down in peace and sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for you alone, O Lord, will keep me safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292515289400983602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXLKnWERwDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/TVFD26xjr6M/s400/IMG_5740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7913295064377901349?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7913295064377901349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7913295064377901349&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7913295064377901349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7913295064377901349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-god-talks-to-me.html' title='Where God talks to me'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXLKeSLGNLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VVJaaVunZTY/s72-c/IMG_5670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-3943861975818628635</id><published>2009-01-16T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:24:09.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celestial Seasonings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXFy2ukU1jI/AAAAAAAAAdY/gF8GVFoKD7Y/s1600-h/IMG_5660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292137321675937330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXFy2ukU1jI/AAAAAAAAAdY/gF8GVFoKD7Y/s320/IMG_5660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While coffee is probably my favorite drink, tea comes in close second. Growing up we only ever had the plain-old-no-flavor tea. I didn't like it. I continued to not like it until I was married. For some reason after I was married I decided to give it a second chance. At Winco I found a Chocolate Hazelnut tea. I added a little sugar and milk and was hooked! Who knew tea could be so good. About that same time I also met A who does not drink coffee but loves tea. She encouraged this new love of mine. I had so many different tea boxes in my cupboard before we moved I told Hubby I needed a tea rack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon moving to Colorado I have heard my mom talking about the Celestial Seasonings Tea factory in Boulder. I have been wanting to go, but it's about an hour drive, so I haven't really made the effort. Today however, Hubby had off, so after some research we decided to make the trek...and boy was it worth is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292137304402522946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXFy1uOBc0I/AAAAAAAAAc4/mf4gtrRXFxc/s320/IMG_5665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celestial Seasonings is located on Sleepytime Drive. As you turn the corner you are welcomed by the Celestial Bear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292137311642485586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXFy2JMKg1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/FdnVyqsWJCs/s320/IMG_5651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We signed up for the 3 o'clock tour and were welcomed into the Taste Testing area - where you can sample any one of their 100 teas. Hubby and I tried about 4 or 5 together (Hubby - 1, Me - 3 or 4).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292137311672977362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXFy2JTbx9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/6Bm1a77MYL0/s320/IMG_5659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also learned that all the artwork on the boxes of tea are pictures made just for that tea. The original works of art hang through out the Testing area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292137314548424898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXFy2UA_oMI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/p9N4os49kDk/s320/IMG_5653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the clock tolled 3, we were ushered into a theater where we were introduced to our tour guide and watched about a 5 minute movie with the history of Celestial Seasonings, which is celebrating their 40th birthday this summer. We were also informed there was to be NO photography on the tour. &amp;nbsp; :( &amp;nbsp; The tour consisted of seeing the different stages of the tea making process. My favorite parts included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;To clean the ingredients they are first passed through carbon monoxide to kill all living bugs, then placed on a cushion of air where the heavy twigs and leaves fall through to the bottom and the feathers and dust float to the top.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going into the Mint Room, where they keep spearmint, peppermint, and oddly enough catnip. Catnip belongs to the same family as the other two and has the opposite effect on humans that it has on cats which is why they include it in some of their teas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For the decaf green tea, they place the tea leaves in a chamber with carbon dioxide and put that all under a massive amount of pressure. The carbon dioxide grabs onto the caffeine without effecting the taste or antioxidants of the tea leaf. That caffeine is then added to another tea - Fast Lane - to make it way more caffeinated than a cup of coffee (I bought a box).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292142885204797202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXF36kU-JxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/WvD8DPuiVjA/s320/IMG_5661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The end of the tour brought us to the Tea Shoppe where was all of the teas plus different accessories. I left with three different teas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292137493090140114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXFzAtIp_9I/AAAAAAAAAdg/VgWWGAO_Z00/s320/IMG_5662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The drive back took a little longer since it has reached 4:30 upon our departure. The trip home was spent dreaming of who we can take with us next time to Tea Heaven. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-3943861975818628635?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/3943861975818628635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=3943861975818628635&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/3943861975818628635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/3943861975818628635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/01/celestial-seasonings.html' title='Celestial Seasonings'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SXFy2ukU1jI/AAAAAAAAAdY/gF8GVFoKD7Y/s72-c/IMG_5660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7635558795504225824</id><published>2009-01-13T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:01:25.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most relaxing day ever?</title><content type='html'>Or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; most relaxing in a long, LONG time. I visited Mom in the hospital for a couple of hours (where she is doing GREAT), visited the library and left with 9 books + 2 movies, and then went and sat at Starbucks for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SW17u3PkrmI/AAAAAAAAAcg/VOVtN5AoThM/s1600-h/LA1065~Cappuccino-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291021182263668322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SW17u3PkrmI/AAAAAAAAAcg/VOVtN5AoThM/s200/LA1065~Cappuccino-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In college I learned the comfort of coffee shops. We would go to relax at the campus coffee shop after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt; for hours, after major tests, or just because. Kim, Judy and I often frequented the Governors Cup in downtown Salem for a relaxing atmosphere. And I don't know how many friends I met over the years at the Lancaster Mall Starbucks. The coffee smell, the groovy music, the comfy chairs and the scrumptious drink and snack all equals comfort to me. I feel my soul sing and my muscles relax just entering a coffee shop. It doesn't matter what shop or where it is. I LOVE to sit in a coffee shop with a steaming drink (or an icy one in the summer) sitting on the table and a good read in my hands. I find coffee shops so relaxing I've taken to decorating my home in a coffee house theme. I even have found a candle that emits the constant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fragrance&lt;/span&gt; of fresh brewed hazelnut cafe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that being said, when I left Starbucks at 5 this evening, even the traffic couldn't undo my content state of mind. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; sunset only boosted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291023370574596722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SW19uPVjinI/AAAAAAAAAco/Y6wFgqJgOQs/s320/IMG_5639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291023368006072434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SW19uFxK-HI/AAAAAAAAAcw/eZWrZPp7MeU/s320/IMG_5640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7635558795504225824?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7635558795504225824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7635558795504225824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7635558795504225824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7635558795504225824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/01/most-relaxing-day-ever.html' title='Most relaxing day ever?'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SW17u3PkrmI/AAAAAAAAAcg/VOVtN5AoThM/s72-c/LA1065~Cappuccino-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-6006294459553394780</id><published>2009-01-13T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:55:08.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and Surgery</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning we woke up with a phantom snow storm.  When I got a call from the Temp agency to work and they said to be there whenever I could because of the snow, I was so confused.  It wasn't suppose to snow.  The news has been saying no snow for at least another one if not two weeks.  We have snow on the ground???  And sure enough, when I emerged from the dungeon basement and looked out the window, we had 5" of snow!!!  That made for quite an exciting morning trying to get to a job.  Luckily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ile&lt;/span&gt; was a steady and sure car.  We swerved and almost spun out a couple of times, but I made it to the site in 45 minutes!  And by the time I left four hours later the main roads were clear and it only took my 20 minutes to get home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also yesterday, Mom had another surgery.  Her incision was infected, so when she went in to see the Dr, he sent her into surgery.  They opened her back up and cleaned her all out.  She is in the hospital again till tomorrow I think.  Before she leaves they are putting her on a wound vac.  The wound vac will keep her incision totally closed off to air, but pumps all the gunk out and will help her heal faster.  Thank you for all your prayers for her.  My whole family feels so loved and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; all the concern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-6006294459553394780?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/6006294459553394780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=6006294459553394780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6006294459553394780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6006294459553394780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-and-surgery.html' title='Snow and Surgery'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7325887550649229039</id><published>2009-01-09T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:56:58.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things people do to babies...</title><content type='html'>So, I just about died laughing a few minutes ago.  My sister and her fiance were trying to get their 8 month old to do one of those hand print mold things.  First they broke the hinge on part of it trying to print his foot.  Then Shelisa had to reprint his hand so many times because he kept grabbing handfuls of clay instead of leaving a print or his fingers would not print or his finger was under his hand.  Finally she tore out all the clay and started all over again.  Shelisa kept threatening to just cut off his hand to get the perfect print.  And when I commented on him being mad, she said she didn't care "we're creating memories dang it!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things people do to babies... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7325887550649229039?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7325887550649229039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7325887550649229039&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7325887550649229039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7325887550649229039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-people-do-to-babies.html' title='The things people do to babies...'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-3871784881180932319</id><published>2009-01-04T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:58:56.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year in Review</title><content type='html'>As I have seen a couple of friends with their year in review I decided to follow suit. I liked A's so much I decided to copy it...picture style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;January&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This month was my trouble month. Apparently I took NO pictures in the month of January...none, zip, zilch, nada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;February&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287693473304928562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWGpMtV94TI/AAAAAAAAAcY/IysZ4LT2CJ0/s320/February.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My first and only quilt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;March&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287693467458817810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWGpMXkJTxI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/OYFewi9tm0E/s320/March.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the cold and dreary Portland weather we decided to hit a local coffee shop for studying and relaxing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;April&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287693281841371922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWGpBkFf2xI/AAAAAAAAAcI/fOLpXxW8Occ/s320/April.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This month brought the annual Tulip Festival, pictures were had by all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;May&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287693274740286546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWGpBJod5FI/AAAAAAAAAcA/jj5o79XX7zU/s320/May.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AHHHHH...finally free from the bonds of "Sugar Mama"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;June&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287693261335376642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWGpAXsfMwI/AAAAAAAAAb4/rvUkHk6-mxY/s320/June.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The International Rose Test Garden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;July&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287693250716418258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWGo_wIuwNI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4c-xYZ8xte4/s320/July.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4th of July was spent with friends at the river front.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287693258169645618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWGpAL5t-jI/AAAAAAAAAbw/txGIpZwoDw0/s320/July+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;July also brought mine and Hubby's first trip to New England.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287692807808744066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWGol-LT-oI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wcdPoEVs0sI/s320/August.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Symphony in the park anyone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;September&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287692802440466002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWGolqLajlI/AAAAAAAAAbY/zje7gfR4ytc/s320/September.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The end of the month brought the end of our lives in Portland. Hubby and I bid adieu to Portland, the friends...and Smokes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;October&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287692798926115394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWGoldFh0kI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/tBepkpvWtD4/s320/October.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Living in Colorado brought living with the parents, a sister, and a nephew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;November&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287692790376149090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWGok9PDsGI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Aa6Ycfi_0Ws/s320/November.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;26 Years Old!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287692789549940786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWGok6KEwDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/BgPTSDN_mDY/s320/December.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The beauty of Christmas lights seen through the season. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a new year begins my resolutions are to &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;keep my camera by my side (no more months with no pictures)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;live each day to the fullest, remembering that time with family and friends is limited to a season&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;keep remembering that though it may seem dark right now, God will bring the morning and the lessons learned now are blessings for future reference.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-3871784881180932319?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/3871784881180932319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=3871784881180932319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/3871784881180932319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/3871784881180932319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-in-review.html' title='Year in Review'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWGpMtV94TI/AAAAAAAAAcY/IysZ4LT2CJ0/s72-c/February.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-4203053133887167076</id><published>2009-01-04T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:22:48.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week and a half...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Christmas, life has been a whirl wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday morning - the day after Christmas - I was awakened at 6 am by my father yelling for my help. As I ran up the stairs I found my mom on the couch looking like she was going to die. I soon found out my dad had called the ambulance because she was in so much pain. Upon arriving at the ER and dealing with an idiot DR it was discovered that her colon had ruptured and she needed emergency surgery. 2 hours later the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surgeon&lt;/span&gt; found us huddled in the waiting room, she had come through surgery just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon after hearing that news I was home to clean and make room for my brother Ben, his girlfriend Callie and his daughter Bella's arrival. I picked up my dad on the way to the airport from the hospital where he had been kicked out of ICU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days that followed included trips to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hopspital&lt;/span&gt; to visit Mom and trying to entertain a 2 1/2 year old in the ICU waiting room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-kst73ZI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lL1ERRskt70/s1600-h/Christmas+-+Ben,+Callie,+and+Bella+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287576237709712786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-kst73ZI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lL1ERRskt70/s200/Christmas+-+Ben,+Callie,+and+Bella+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-lBdXTxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gloSblTC24c/s1600-h/Christmas+-+Ben,+Callie,+and+Bella+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287576243277352722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-lBdXTxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gloSblTC24c/s200/Christmas+-+Ben,+Callie,+and+Bella+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A second Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8I0mW1jI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/4JdxR5TOiIw/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287573559765816882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8I0mW1jI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/4JdxR5TOiIw/s200/Christmas+2008+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8JMO1h0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/iI4qH34mWHQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287573566109615938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8JMO1h0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/iI4qH34mWHQ/s200/Christmas+2008+097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A trip to zoo lights with siblings, significant others, a niece, a nephew, Dad, and two cousins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8JbxBXDI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hQF-Ha-RMI0/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287573570279529522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8JbxBXDI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hQF-Ha-RMI0/s200/Christmas+2008+110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8KHWsfZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/RUJsgwBkoCU/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287573581980269970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8KHWsfZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/RUJsgwBkoCU/s200/Christmas+2008+141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8KSMHLjI/AAAAAAAAAXw/q5sqT5oPgBM/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287573584888671794" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8KSMHLjI/AAAAAAAAAXw/q5sqT5oPgBM/s200/Christmas+2008+123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8qSXKwnI/AAAAAAAAAX4/-IcOI3tfl24/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287574134690857586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8qSXKwnI/AAAAAAAAAX4/-IcOI3tfl24/s200/Christmas+2008+193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8qkSNrNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/p781whJd8pQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287574139501915346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8qkSNrNI/AAAAAAAAAYA/p781whJd8pQ/s200/Christmas+2008+212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8rD9xA6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/3GzDVFDkUTU/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287574148006085538" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8rD9xA6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/3GzDVFDkUTU/s200/Christmas+2008+214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8rRMVBEI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/rUW4aqLizWk/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+225.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287581869068938290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWFDsfKmbDI/AAAAAAAAAa4/iF7d5gFOC9M/s320/Christmas+2008+225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; birthday dinner for Dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8rrwNBVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/0-19icIOVf8/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287574158686618962" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8rrwNBVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/0-19icIOVf8/s200/Christmas+2008+233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE9fLqZPrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/HkhJsrdHslI/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287575043425517234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE9fLqZPrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/HkhJsrdHslI/s200/Christmas+2008+245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE9f9w86RI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cyj3nBO1I5U/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287575056874793234" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE9f9w86RI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cyj3nBO1I5U/s200/Christmas+2008+247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE8KHWsfZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/RUJsgwBkoCU/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;An intense late night of Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e59757208e423e81" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De59757208e423e81%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331270665%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D839C2EBFACDDBDEF8A431C5BEFA44B0B69440992.5CA0578309DA8B46CC29D89FFB3FB266AF359972%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De59757208e423e81%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlNetSMkumk0jV2B_KIQgoeeEfPY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De59757208e423e81%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331270665%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D839C2EBFACDDBDEF8A431C5BEFA44B0B69440992.5CA0578309DA8B46CC29D89FFB3FB266AF359972%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De59757208e423e81%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlNetSMkumk0jV2B_KIQgoeeEfPY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE9hMzMpkI/AAAAAAAAAY4/cuSfWdjtbQg/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287575078090614338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE9hMzMpkI/AAAAAAAAAY4/cuSfWdjtbQg/s200/Christmas+2008+262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-le7QzeI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/9wp86raLF-o/s1600-h/Christmas+-+Ben,+Callie,+and+Bella+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287576251187383778" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-le7QzeI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/9wp86raLF-o/s200/Christmas+-+Ben,+Callie,+and+Bella+089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A trip to the candy factory only to discover their power was out and all tours were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;canceled&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE9hqNsqII/AAAAAAAAAZA/BPRqHTiTOAY/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287575085986392194" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE9hqNsqII/AAAAAAAAAZA/BPRqHTiTOAY/s200/Christmas+2008+314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-BYtbVSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/fr2Q795Qric/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287575631043450146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-BYtbVSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/fr2Q795Qric/s200/Christmas+2008+310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-CCM5vZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/u6dcZ9i4Uu8/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287575642181320082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-CCM5vZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/u6dcZ9i4Uu8/s200/Christmas+2008+340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-AxGaK2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/NGWRoeK05uQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287575620410813282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-AxGaK2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/NGWRoeK05uQ/s200/Christmas+2008+307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A trip to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Invesco&lt;/span&gt; at Mile High Stadium.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE_Ca_NFxI/AAAAAAAAAag/UYWHnOBRyLQ/s1600-h/Christmas+-+Ben,+Callie,+and+Bella+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287576748346382098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE_Ca_NFxI/AAAAAAAAAag/UYWHnOBRyLQ/s200/Christmas+-+Ben,+Callie,+and+Bella+119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An unforgettable night at Casa Bonita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE_DCNtc_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/n750RZHmB8M/s1600-h/Christmas+-+Ben,+Callie,+and+Bella+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287576758876206066" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE_DCNtc_I/AAAAAAAAAaw/n750RZHmB8M/s200/Christmas+-+Ben,+Callie,+and+Bella+137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE_Cuy0w_I/AAAAAAAAAao/zcAizTYGkdw/s1600-h/Christmas+-+Ben,+Callie,+and+Bella+135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287576753663165426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE_Cuy0w_I/AAAAAAAAAao/zcAizTYGkdw/s200/Christmas+-+Ben,+Callie,+and+Bella+135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And many, many games of Settlers of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Catan&lt;/span&gt;. So many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; that my brother is now an addict to the computer game. And Callie is needing to buy it to play with her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On New Years eve it was back to the airport for the family. I was sad to see them go, but I think the dog was excited to not have a little girl chasing her all over the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Years eve night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shelisa&lt;/span&gt;, Brandon and the baby back for home made pizza, Settlers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pizooki&lt;/span&gt;! Lots of laughter was had by all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-CBSBn4I/AAAAAAAAAZg/Ntu1rB8enBM/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287575641934372738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-CBSBn4I/AAAAAAAAAZg/Ntu1rB8enBM/s200/Christmas+2008+342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-Cow9qYI/AAAAAAAAAZo/I4NoRzGceHY/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287575652533119362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-Cow9qYI/AAAAAAAAAZo/I4NoRzGceHY/s200/Christmas+2008+346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-j05ZF4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/y0tx1FUGCnk/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287576222725379970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-j05ZF4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/y0tx1FUGCnk/s200/Christmas+2008+357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-jX3fByI/AAAAAAAAAZw/MKyoZqOTvIg/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287576214932752162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-jX3fByI/AAAAAAAAAZw/MKyoZqOTvIg/s200/Christmas+2008+354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up New Years day with a cold thanks to Ben and spent the day curled up on the couch not moving and watched a lot of football with Dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom finally came home late Friday night. She's still in pain but doing a little better each day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday was a day to relax. I spent most of the day cleaning our basement and just hanging out. I watched a couple episodes of Friends and played some card games with Hubby once he was home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is more of the same. Thank goodness I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;survived&lt;/span&gt; this holiday season. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-4203053133887167076?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e59757208e423e81&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/4203053133887167076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=4203053133887167076&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/4203053133887167076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/4203053133887167076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-week-and-half.html' title='What a week and a half...'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SWE-kst73ZI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lL1ERRskt70/s72-c/Christmas+-+Ben,+Callie,+and+Bella+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-2381345430025108735</id><published>2008-12-25T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:38:35.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>This year, with all that has been going on in our life, it just hasn't quite felt like the holiday season.  As I drove home from yet another temp job on Tuesday, the radio DJ was commenting on Christmas firsts.  I thought about all the firsts of this Christmas for Hubby and I.  It's the first Christmas where we haven't had a house, where our Christmas tree/decorations have stayed in their boxes, where Hubby had to work, where our life is in utter chaos.  But with all of the "non" Christmas feelings, it's here and even past at this point.  It still didn't feel like Christmas throughout the day.  I have to ask my self, even though it wasn't the "ideal" Christmas, what is?  The first Christmas probably wasn't ideal either.  I just have to remember that Christ is still in the day and in my life.  Just because it wasn't "perfect," it was God's perfect day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had God's perfect Christmas day for you as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-2381345430025108735?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/2381345430025108735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=2381345430025108735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/2381345430025108735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/2381345430025108735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-2787678151509865455</id><published>2008-12-21T18:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:06:26.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRONCO GAME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7-onjtJuI/AAAAAAAAAUI/dWSWdJiFpQ4/s1600-h/Football+etc+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282439386719135458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7-onjtJuI/AAAAAAAAAUI/dWSWdJiFpQ4/s320/Football+etc+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brrr...I'm still trying to warm up after sitting in the freezing cold and trying not to be too depressed about the loss. But I can say my first game was a blast! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7-oZCRhVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/mB-6HikDpLw/s1600-h/Football+etc+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282439382820816210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7-oZCRhVI/AAAAAAAAAUA/mB-6HikDpLw/s320/Football+etc+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shelisa and I posed in front of the blue and orange limo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7-pbuZ5EI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qLw21zn1ht8/s1600-h/Football+etc+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282439400722654274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7-pbuZ5EI/AAAAAAAAAUg/qLw21zn1ht8/s320/Football+etc+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7-o3DaL7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Fe65cgg6l_w/s1600-h/Football+etc+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282439390878642098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7-o3DaL7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Fe65cgg6l_w/s320/Football+etc+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all used bandannas to keep our noses and mouths warm. We were the bronco bandits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7-pClolAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/k2vnbDFMPJ4/s1600-h/Football+etc+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282439393974981634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7-pClolAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/k2vnbDFMPJ4/s320/Football+etc+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8Bmy40eKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/E8-hdL2jcGA/s1600-h/Football+etc+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282442653935630498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8Bmy40eKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/E8-hdL2jcGA/s320/Football+etc+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were only 11 rows from the field!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7_jG4Z4aI/AAAAAAAAAUo/mYhwDBWENSY/s1600-h/Football+etc+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282440391559864738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7_jG4Z4aI/AAAAAAAAAUo/mYhwDBWENSY/s320/Football+etc+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7_jZUp1WI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EQcEOLySesI/s1600-h/Football+etc+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282440396510188898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7_jZUp1WI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EQcEOLySesI/s320/Football+etc+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7_kaddiYI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SDXe_L0LRKU/s1600-h/Football+etc+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282440413995436418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7_kaddiYI/AAAAAAAAAU4/SDXe_L0LRKU/s320/Football+etc+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thunder was on the field a lot with antlers! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8AiJj4TaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1QROBmooIcY/s1600-h/Football+etc+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282441474610843042" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8AiJj4TaI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1QROBmooIcY/s320/Football+etc+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Miles was dressed as Santa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7_kyNPUQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mLNW0hthlBY/s1600-h/Football+etc+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282440420369846530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7_kyNPUQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mLNW0hthlBY/s320/Football+etc+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The players ran out through the tunnel with fog and flames. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8AhfJHuMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mydez8wwVQg/s1600-h/Football+etc+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282441463224318146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8AhfJHuMI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mydez8wwVQg/s320/Football+etc+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were ready for a great game, especially after Cutler's first touch down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8Ahp_sYCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VFJEF88xKfk/s1600-h/Football+etc+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282441466137567266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8Ahp_sYCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/VFJEF88xKfk/s320/Football+etc+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8Ahx-EA3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/OkEVD6Thg_Q/s1600-h/Football+etc+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282441468278211442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8Ahx-EA3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/OkEVD6Thg_Q/s320/Football+etc+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7_k8aUnkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/KiyA3jtYfno/s1600-h/Football+etc+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282440423109074498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7_k8aUnkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/KiyA3jtYfno/s320/Football+etc+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8Bneeyt3I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Cqnzcb1UWNg/s1600-h/Football+etc+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282442665637623666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8Bneeyt3I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Cqnzcb1UWNg/s320/Football+etc+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8AieHXBII/AAAAAAAAAVw/Jt64WNWf5sM/s1600-h/Football+etc+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282441480128365698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8AieHXBII/AAAAAAAAAVw/Jt64WNWf5sM/s320/Football+etc+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shelisa and I felt the need to go all out in our Bronco's gear! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8C8nqmW3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/JrAdEm0BgHo/s1600-h/Football+etc+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282444128391945074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8C8nqmW3I/AAAAAAAAAWw/JrAdEm0BgHo/s320/Football+etc+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8C8ZiojzI/AAAAAAAAAWg/j5QZ9Hua-SM/s1600-h/Football+etc+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282444124600438578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8C8ZiojzI/AAAAAAAAAWg/j5QZ9Hua-SM/s320/Football+etc+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8C8Z4gOgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/CKLwvd1YenM/s1600-h/Football+etc+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282444124692167170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8C8Z4gOgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/CKLwvd1YenM/s320/Football+etc+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8BnL5XMqI/AAAAAAAAAWA/P65EOtP3iI8/s1600-h/Football+etc+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282442660648792738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8BnL5XMqI/AAAAAAAAAWA/P65EOtP3iI8/s320/Football+etc+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8Bnm6N1dI/AAAAAAAAAWY/DSXuZ8GTjZg/s1600-h/Football+etc+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282442667900130770" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8Bnm6N1dI/AAAAAAAAAWY/DSXuZ8GTjZg/s320/Football+etc+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8BnF-KOzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SgTTUwbOWBo/s1600-h/Football+etc+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282442659058301746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8BnF-KOzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SgTTUwbOWBo/s320/Football+etc+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We were ready for the cold and survived the game. We had a blast and we were just excited to be there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8RHoApk3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/QMcPsZuX4uU/s1600-h/Football+etc+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282459710625780594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8RHoApk3I/AAAAAAAAAXA/QMcPsZuX4uU/s200/Football+etc+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Love Melps&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU8C9F5NY1I/AAAAAAAAAW4/2ei4o8bs_zE/s1600-h/Football+etc+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-2787678151509865455?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/2787678151509865455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=2787678151509865455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/2787678151509865455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/2787678151509865455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/12/bronco-game.html' title='BRONCO GAME'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SU7-onjtJuI/AAAAAAAAAUI/dWSWdJiFpQ4/s72-c/Football+etc+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-1236721226127520239</id><published>2008-12-16T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:17:02.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!?!</title><content type='html'>If you really know me, you know how I LOVE the Denver Broncos. However, I have never been to a game. It has been a dream of mine for a long, long time. I thought that moving to Denver I might have a small chance of marking it off my bucket list, but the tickets are so expensive it just hasn't happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, I get this text message from my dad: "Do u want broncos tix 4 sunday? Let me no asap. There r 4 tix n prking pass..." You can imagine my spastic response of "YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!" :) I had to call him and asking what kind of question that was in the first place. Do I want tickets????? Hello!!!! :) So now I have a countdown going till Sunday when I get to see my favorite football team in the world! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-1236721226127520239?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/1236721226127520239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=1236721226127520239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/1236721226127520239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/1236721226127520239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/12/what.html' title='What?!?!'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-5499882747367150649</id><published>2008-12-15T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:20:43.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's freezing outside...</title><content type='html'>Thus finally an update! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcB-bPUviI/AAAAAAAAASg/VVvoPxelY4w/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280191260090744354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcB-bPUviI/AAAAAAAAASg/VVvoPxelY4w/s200/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did all the cooking for Thanksgiving! All by my self! I even made rolls from scratch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Thanksgiving was a great day! I hit my favorite store, Jo-Anne's, for the blessed flannel sale and got a stack! :) Then came home and decorated my parents house for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aacf271e2f02af71" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daacf271e2f02af71%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331270665%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6AAD396F282D500D5DA6790B415AB1AF4B71C601.7D34889D8A067A72175CE23E4BFCA41ECC92FEA4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daacf271e2f02af71%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv3evL0gth6l_cpD31QmmmaUcCaQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daacf271e2f02af71%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331270665%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6AAD396F282D500D5DA6790B415AB1AF4B71C601.7D34889D8A067A72175CE23E4BFCA41ECC92FEA4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daacf271e2f02af71%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv3evL0gth6l_cpD31QmmmaUcCaQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew is rolling over and starting to try to crawl, which is just plain funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcB-rcmaII/AAAAAAAAASo/P8HqnYgBgVU/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280191264441395330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcB-rcmaII/AAAAAAAAASo/P8HqnYgBgVU/s200/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcB_Iml2eI/AAAAAAAAASw/VeiYSe5DD4g/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280191272267930082" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcB_Iml2eI/AAAAAAAAASw/VeiYSe5DD4g/s200/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had lots of snow here in Colorado. I finally convinced hubby to go play in it with me. The snow that day was just powder and wouldn't stick so my snow lady stayed small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally finished all the nieces and nephews Christmas presents. I made them this year and stayed up till way too late most nights sewing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcB_RQNTAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/k5ruCFK7wi4/s1600-h/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280191274589965314" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcB_RQNTAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/k5ruCFK7wi4/s200/128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcCnMZGuPI/AAAAAAAAATg/vprXPIka_V8/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280191960479873266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcCnMZGuPI/AAAAAAAAATg/vprXPIka_V8/s200/069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcCmwX3WmI/AAAAAAAAATY/jC5R61nq4PI/s1600-h/Christmas+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280191952958478946" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcCmwX3WmI/AAAAAAAAATY/jC5R61nq4PI/s200/Christmas+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcCmr2--OI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vs0QGSjLmy0/s1600-h/Christmas+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280191951746824418" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcCmr2--OI/AAAAAAAAATQ/vs0QGSjLmy0/s200/Christmas+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcCmUGEtRI/AAAAAAAAATI/vc0p19N25Dw/s1600-h/Christmas+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280191945367663890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcCmUGEtRI/AAAAAAAAATI/vc0p19N25Dw/s200/Christmas+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love of photography has continued and my nephew is the perfect model and a total ham! I was also asked to do the Christmas photos for my sister. I've had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today the high was zero degrees. I'm sitting inside, bundled up in long johns, jeans, sweatshirt, beanie, and quilt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melps! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcB_lJ_p8I/AAAAAAAAATA/0Ew3XNseqJ4/s1600-h/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280191279932614594" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcB_lJ_p8I/AAAAAAAAATA/0Ew3XNseqJ4/s200/134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcB_lJ_p8I/AAAAAAAAATA/0Ew3XNseqJ4/s1600-h/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcB_lJ_p8I/AAAAAAAAATA/0Ew3XNseqJ4/s1600-h/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-5499882747367150649?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aacf271e2f02af71&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/5499882747367150649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=5499882747367150649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/5499882747367150649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/5499882747367150649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-freezing-outside.html' title='It&apos;s freezing outside...'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SUcB-bPUviI/AAAAAAAAASg/VVvoPxelY4w/s72-c/057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-263744585683724401</id><published>2008-11-23T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:31:12.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Bowl!</title><content type='html'>Today Hubby and I joined a little game of church flag football. It is a traditional game, played adults vs. teens. Apparently the adults won last year. Unfortunately that was not the case today. Hubby and I played our hearts out. There was a rule that a girl had to touch the ball within each 4 downs, and guess what, I was the only girl on our team. I ran, I caught, I blocked, I even threw the ball. But to no avail. I don't know what the end score was but we were slaughtered. Hubby and I did have fun though. We even got to know a couple more people at church, which was the original goal. I do know that I..AM..EXHAUSTED! And SORE!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-263744585683724401?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/263744585683724401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=263744585683724401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/263744585683724401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/263744585683724401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-bowl.html' title='Turkey Bowl!'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7343579235884724085</id><published>2008-11-19T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:00:54.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubby and the baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SSRiTzlhl3I/AAAAAAAAARw/vrLkb2lkcxk/s1600-h/IMG_4905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270445556334958450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SSRiTzlhl3I/AAAAAAAAARw/vrLkb2lkcxk/s200/IMG_4905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you know my husband very well you know that he won't really hold babies under a year old. It took a lot of persuading to get him to hold his brother's sons before they were a year old. This being the case, it's been interesting living with my sister and her son. Hubby has actually taken to holding him and hanging out with him. It makes my heart warm to see him be just a great uncle. I've always thought he would make a great daddy, but this just confirms my feelings. When the time finally come for us to be parents I know he'll be wonderful. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7343579235884724085?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7343579235884724085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7343579235884724085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7343579235884724085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7343579235884724085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/11/hubby-and-baby.html' title='Hubby and the baby'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SSRiTzlhl3I/AAAAAAAAARw/vrLkb2lkcxk/s72-c/IMG_4905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7227479334158557048</id><published>2008-11-16T21:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:34:22.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, I must say I had a blast of a birthday weekend! Friday we had dinner and Martinis with family and a couple of friends. Hubby made kabobs and risotto and lemon drop martinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269494168090100850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SSEBBuMAxHI/AAAAAAAAARY/sepaai_FHdU/s200/IMG_5052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He also made my birthday cake which was turtle (a.k.a. chocolate, Carmel, and pecans), topped off with coffee ice cream for me. :) We played some Bond trivia (thanks to my sister-in-law Kim for putting it together for us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269494160316746578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SSEBBROsy1I/AAAAAAAAARI/DLoYqlWMPx0/s200/IMG_5047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I opened some SWEET presents (Cutler jersey, trench coat, scratch tickets, and roses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269494162343180610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SSEBBYx1uUI/AAAAAAAAARQ/HqVlO0Y8GOY/s200/IMG_5048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then it was off to the late night showing of the newest Bond movie &lt;em&gt;Quantum of Solace&lt;/em&gt;. I thought it was GREAT!!! It was a continuation of &lt;em&gt;Casino Royale&lt;/em&gt;, so Hubby and I explained the plot and a couple key points to our friends Tracy and Radu on the way to the theater. It was an intense and action packed 2 hours. But worth every minute. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I was all over the country side taking pictures for my dad's work again. I can tell I'm a country girl at heart, when even though I get lost on the back roads I enjoy the whole trip. This time I saw a lot of wild life (though unfortunately no pictures of them). I saw buffalo, deer, a coyote, long horns, and lots of cows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269494175825919602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SSEBCLAX_nI/AAAAAAAAARo/ZV0BPGh1p_8/s200/IMG_5059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The beauty of the country is always soothing to the soul, although sitting in a car for 5.5 hours is not. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was spent at church and then home to catch the last of the Broncos game...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269494169662423730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SSEBB0C4grI/AAAAAAAAARg/8qoZmKAWXLI/s200/IMG_5069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;which I personally believe that my jersey brought good luck for!  What a great birthday weekend!!! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7227479334158557048?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7227479334158557048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7227479334158557048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7227479334158557048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7227479334158557048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-weekend.html' title='Birthday weekend'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SSEBBuMAxHI/AAAAAAAAARY/sepaai_FHdU/s72-c/IMG_5052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-4805629282063332595</id><published>2008-11-14T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:15:03.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SR3b-c29t5I/AAAAAAAAAQw/U55Fq-5vGn4/s1600-h/IMG_5033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268609005038450578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SR3b-c29t5I/AAAAAAAAAQw/U55Fq-5vGn4/s200/IMG_5033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;...I came into the world in the midst of a snow storm. Since then I have loved snow! I love the cold beauty of silent falling flakes, the clean white sparkle of a freshly fallen snow. This morning, I woke up to the first snow of the year. I grabbed my nephew, who is really seeing snow for the first time, and went and danced in the backyard. He giggled with me as the flakes covered our heads and tickled our noses. It is suppose to be warmer again tomorrow and the snow is already melting. But I think God knew how much the simple gift of snow would mean to me. He's pretty great like that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-4805629282063332595?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/4805629282063332595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=4805629282063332595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/4805629282063332595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/4805629282063332595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/11/26-years-ago.html' title='26 Years Ago...'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SR3b-c29t5I/AAAAAAAAAQw/U55Fq-5vGn4/s72-c/IMG_5033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-263644790661864459</id><published>2008-10-30T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:41:28.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I leave cooking to Hubby...</title><content type='html'>I found a recipe in one of my mom's cookbooks that I thought sounded good. Apple Pumpkin Soup. Most people I've talked to since thought it sounded gross, but at the time my mom and I thought it sounded good so it was created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263171854528510850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQqK6o0Be4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/F5IPjUSuxJg/s200/IMG_4977.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Apples were diced and sliced.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263171863439489362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQqK7KAkOVI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/W86y_tg1tdA/s200/IMG_4981.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And sauteed with onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263171866119564386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQqK7T_i7GI/AAAAAAAAAQY/h2XZ0ZdcXjQ/s200/IMG_4982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Pumpkin was added&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263171869822980322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQqK7hygkOI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VPosKdwyMrc/s200/IMG_4983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And I should have known it wasn't going to turn out too swell when I had to blend it to get rid of the chunks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263171878707759042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQqK8C4zh8I/AAAAAAAAAQo/LEfulQ-ZfPM/s200/IMG_4985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought it looked like baby food, but it smelled great!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The test came as supper.  It was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shelisa&lt;/span&gt;, Mom and I.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shelisa&lt;/span&gt; was the first to say that she thought it was gross.  (My sister is not one to mince words.)  Mom soon followed with the comments about how it didn't taste right and "wouldn't it be nice with out the onions."  After half my bowl it started to wither with me too....  It just wasn't that great.  There goes my daring with cooking.  I'm sticking with what I know from now on...Hubby cooking. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-263644790661864459?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/263644790661864459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=263644790661864459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/263644790661864459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/263644790661864459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-why-i-leave-cooking-to-hubby.html' title='This is why I leave cooking to Hubby...'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQqK6o0Be4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/F5IPjUSuxJg/s72-c/IMG_4977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7466757349966494690</id><published>2008-10-30T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:30:30.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins, Pumkins everywhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night Shelisa and I went to get our pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_spell" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263166935678709554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQqGcUq17zI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tdcHDggfJQg/s320/IMG_4991.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I fell in love with the lopsided one and Shelisa liked the big fat one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263166938904214242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQqGcgr3OuI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6VbAk8q1puk/s320/IMG_4994.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Tonight we cleaned off the table, got out the knives, and prepared to carve the beauties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263166944679522786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQqGc2MzceI/AAAAAAAAAPo/e6UVihubG_8/s320/IMG_5002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelisa wanted to do one that would showcase her wonderful artistic abilities. She was working and working, it was looking wonderful. I could have sworn it was going to be the best pumpkin I had ever seen. Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263166947727718770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQqGdBjjOXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/sePL1EkFfa4/s320/IMG_5004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It broke and she almost swore. And those of you who really know her, realize that it was pretty good that she just "almost swore." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263166946914133218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQqGc-hk5OI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XGOVYszkSdA/s320/IMG_4999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine I would like to dedicate to my dear friend, A. It is Captain Gourd. My pirate jack-o-lantern. I am pretty proud of it. I think it's the best I've ever done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263167707872691602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQqHJRUPBZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/adO7SjTfP9k/s320/IMG_5005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelisa's is hard to see here, she did put it back together with toothpicks. :) It's a kid peaking out from between his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263167710041194754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQqHJZZPwQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/6NfaK-3oJOU/s320/IMG_5010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7466757349966494690?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7466757349966494690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7466757349966494690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7466757349966494690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7466757349966494690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkins-pumkins-everywhere.html' title='Pumpkins, Pumkins everywhere...'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQqGcUq17zI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/tdcHDggfJQg/s72-c/IMG_4991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-6424608693390521168</id><published>2008-10-28T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:34:15.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favorite things...</title><content type='html'>I love books. I love reading. I love libraries. I remember my favorite gifts growing up were the books I received. When I was living in Castle Rock after college, I remember coming home from the library with 10 books a week, and reading them all before the end of the week. And today I got to go do one of my favorite things, I got my library card! AND I checked out 6 books! Not quite 10, but I've got to work my way back up to that number. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262413552741221474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQfZPqhXhGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EXcmwWEJOr8/s200/IMG_4976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yay for favorite things!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-6424608693390521168?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/6424608693390521168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=6424608693390521168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6424608693390521168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6424608693390521168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='One of my favorite things...'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQfZPqhXhGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EXcmwWEJOr8/s72-c/IMG_4976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-1839071860702661050</id><published>2008-10-28T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:16:12.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Springfield, CO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was born in Springfield Colorado. It's an itty bitty town in the South Eastern corner of Colorado, population 1,302. I was born there and lived there for about 6 months. After that I went back just about every summer to stay with my grandma for a couple weeks. It was my second home growing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we went back to visit. Hubby had never been. He got to see my grandma's house, my cousins' houses where I spent all my time, the pool that we would hang out in when it got to be in 110s, the church we went to, and the drag we would drive every night. It was fun to see his reactions to the small town that I love. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQfOrRywVcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Uo0oyjgGpyA/s1600-h/IMG_4959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262401932511696322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQfOrRywVcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Uo0oyjgGpyA/s200/IMG_4959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way there I took pictures for my dad of some property. This is what the landscape is in Eastern Colorado; flat and dry. Thought the sun rises and sets are beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQfT5_FOVSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/dA8ZA3R9qNw/s1600-h/IMG_4927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262407682745062690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQfT5_FOVSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/dA8ZA3R9qNw/s200/IMG_4927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQfT6JR-UjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_CdxR-Fg-eY/s1600-h/IMG_4971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262407685482893874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQfT6JR-UjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_CdxR-Fg-eY/s200/IMG_4971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's funny how when you've been gone for a while you forget how much you missed it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQfT6JR-UjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/_CdxR-Fg-eY/s1600-h/IMG_4971.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQfOrRywVcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Uo0oyjgGpyA/s1600-h/IMG_4959.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-1839071860702661050?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/1839071860702661050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=1839071860702661050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/1839071860702661050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/1839071860702661050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/10/springfield-co.html' title='Springfield, CO'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQfOrRywVcI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Uo0oyjgGpyA/s72-c/IMG_4959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-1041312604081197216</id><published>2008-10-23T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:48:52.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive...</title><content type='html'>Yes, we are still alive. Life has been a rollercoaster the last few months. And we still haven't come to a complete stop. But after receiving txt from friends lately regarding my lack of blogging, I decided an update was long over due. Maybe this will also make regular updates a little less daunting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQE_SbosY-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/2nApLKRWDvY/s1600-h/156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260555425634083810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQE_SbosY-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/2nApLKRWDvY/s200/156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On September 5th I gave my two weeks notice at TCV. Hubby and I decided to trust God and jump...into the wide open state of Colorado. We both felt it was time to be close to some family and mine family was the final choice. With much complaining on my works part about losing me, they threw me a party on my last day, September 19th. I know I'm going to miss all those smiling faces and the friendships built there over the last two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the weekend packing and saying goodbye to our church. There were many tears and well wishers. Z&amp;amp;A woke up at the crack of dawn Monday morning to send us on our way. Along with "The Excommunicated Seminary Wives Tale" - the story of our time together the last three years. That produced laughter and tears. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260564044402737890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFHIHDRQuI/AAAAAAAAAME/NDSuhm7xI2g/s320/190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving was quite an adventure. Mike drove the moving truck with me following behind in my car. And yes, I took pictures while driving. :) And Mr. Peanut kept me company. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260564043457108338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFHIDh0GXI/AAAAAAAAAMM/-0UeYXxNwc0/s320/213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260564047748823874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFHIThCe0I/AAAAAAAAAMU/GBrUwmdS4rE/s320/230.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby driving the Penske truck, towing lil' blue... There's lots of pictures of the back of Hubby, I just can't help checking out his rear. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260564052703768994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFHIl-Y8aI/AAAAAAAAAMc/PDrefOWgymc/s320/251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 12 hours of driving we stayed the night in Ogden, Utah. Tuesday morning we started the last leg of our trip, which turned out to be only 8 hours long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260564062138150546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFHJJHuLpI/AAAAAAAAAMk/5z_ZGGh5560/s320/272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260568288055892450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFK_H5BmeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5DMHquUrBY4/s320/280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see the mountains???? We're getting close (or so I thought...it was still like 5 hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260568282509667458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFK-zOs7II/AAAAAAAAAMs/Sna9L2CKDuw/s320/286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a little slap happy being in a car by my self for 20 hours...I liked the back of this truck. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260568293328598594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFK_biItkI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dmDkU8shJZg/s320/295.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we cross the boarder of Colorado this giant buffalo greeted us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260568295436731682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFK_jYwRSI/AAAAAAAAANE/FrLZBYDK7T4/s320/299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, the Budweiser plant was sighted from the road and pictured for my beer loving friends. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260568302021458002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFK_76rOFI/AAAAAAAAANM/0pjxlOp3jU8/s320/301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally pulling into Denver with massive traffic, tall buildings and the home of the best football team ever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a good nights rest and caught up with the family some just to hit the road the next day with my mom and nephew in tow as we checked out apartments. We soon discovered that with the decline in the economy comes a much tougher apartment search. At just about every apartment we stopped as we were informed that you needed to have a combined income of three times the rent...what???? That's right. So, with Hubby working about 30 hours a week and me unemployed, we were out of luck. Thus came the basement plan! Yup, we moved into the parents' basement. Which I should tell you is an unfinished basement that use to house mice. Luckily my dad helped clean and sanitize it and we somewhat got our bed down the narrow stairs with a bit of maneuvering and we were set. It does get somewhat cold now that the chilly Colorado weather has set in, but we have lots of blankets and our own personal space heaters in each other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hubby is enjoying his job at the bowling alley even though it can be slow and boring. And I'm doing some computer/research/photographic work for my dad while I continue searching for a job. I am also helping my mom out around the house, taking her to Dr. appointments, and helping with my cutie nephew. He's fun to take pictures of too. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFTtuFiqaI/AAAAAAAAANk/6BSBizOgo8M/s1600-h/IMG_4900.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFTtITWuuI/AAAAAAAAANc/gJOl_Cpcupk/s1600-h/IMG_4880.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFa3xoJwFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-nTd90rsm2Q/s1600-h/IMG_4886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260585754006503506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFa3xoJwFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-nTd90rsm2Q/s200/IMG_4886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFa36fQh0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/2vZwJGBbWJ4/s1600-h/IMG_4880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260585756385118018" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFa36fQh0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/2vZwJGBbWJ4/s200/IMG_4880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFa4f9gGRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GgnORTkD0f0/s1600-h/IMG_4900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260585766444079378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFa4f9gGRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GgnORTkD0f0/s200/IMG_4900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't he just a ball of joy??? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After living in Colorado for a total of two weeks I headed back to the dreary city of Portland for some spiritual refreshing in the form of some friends and Women of Faith.  I stayed with Kimmy in Salem and we made the treck to Portland every day to enjoy speakers, worship, laughter and tears.  I know I grew in those two days and God tried to teach me yet again about patience and trusting him in &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; things.  I keep trying to say to him each morning, "Okay God, I don't know where You're going today but I'm going with you."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFYX9Kk6cI/AAAAAAAAANs/HvNOMqzDf1A/s1600-h/IMG_4865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260583008324610498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQFYX9Kk6cI/AAAAAAAAANs/HvNOMqzDf1A/s320/IMG_4865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus is the update on our lives. We are taking pleasure in the company of family. We are enjoying the beauty of the mountains and the fall colors. The cool air brings a promise of snow. And the holiday season around the corner has me excited as it always does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend it's even off to Gram's we go. :) Time to introduce Hubby to the town I was born in and the place I enjoyed my growing up summers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-1041312604081197216?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/1041312604081197216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=1041312604081197216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/1041312604081197216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/1041312604081197216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-alive.html' title='Still alive...'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SQE_SbosY-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/2nApLKRWDvY/s72-c/156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7846500763667285469</id><published>2008-09-25T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:50:53.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive</title><content type='html'>I promise, we are still alive.  As I type Hubby and I sit at Starbucks using the internet, trying to find apartments and jobs.  We did make it to Colorado on Tuesday night after about 20 hours of driving and a night in Ogden Utah...which was not all that nice. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to update as life progresses, the problem being...no internet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life goes on and we are alive.  Just thought you would all like to know!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love and miss you all! &lt;br /&gt;Love, Melps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7846500763667285469?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7846500763667285469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7846500763667285469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7846500763667285469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7846500763667285469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-alive.html' title='Still alive'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-6914510711661357477</id><published>2008-09-03T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:40:35.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on?!?!</title><content type='html'>Life has been busy that last 2.5 weeks!  We had a swim date with a 9 month old, we drove to Bellingham and hung out with my best friend from high school and her family, we didn't get the Massachusetts job, I got my hair cut...life has moved by quite fast.  All that and the fact that our Internet is no more at the house has resulted in me not updating the blog.  Sorry.  Pictures will follow of all of that, but unfortunately I have to update at work and that makes it a little difficult.  Soon, soon.  I promise!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-6914510711661357477?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/6914510711661357477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=6914510711661357477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6914510711661357477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6914510711661357477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on?!?!'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7963258004304426962</id><published>2008-08-16T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:21:31.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belleque-Rogers Wedding</title><content type='html'>We made the 8 hour drive on Thursday/Friday to Montana for a wedding. Our friends Kris &amp;amp; Thomas' wedding was Friday night. We've both know Kris since she was itty-bitty. I think both Hubby and I babysat her and her brothers at one point. She met Thomas when she was living in Oregon. He is perfect for her. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was the wedding. We gathered at the church that we all grew up in on a 90 degree evening. The wedding was beautiful and the reception (a lot cooler outside) was just as beautiful and lots of fun! There was sweets and dancing and sparklers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235310617815136402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKePRN-zuJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TpUMX0ABMtU/s400/IMG_4366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nick could NOT get the screen to go up after the slide show,&lt;br /&gt;when he finally did get it there was applause. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235310622486253362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKePRfYfTzI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hiUlwOZGoKs/s400/IMG_4376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kris looked so beautiful!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235310624597709426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKePRnP5knI/AAAAAAAAAJI/grH6kjW-jjE/s400/IMG_4422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lighting the unity candle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235310633879355778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKePSJ00QYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/faC1CD6EVRw/s400/IMG_4430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So much love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235310631785406402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKePSCBlH8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/TtC-pTzyHG4/s400/IMG_4434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"You may now kiss the bride."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235313627451955682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKeSAZwJGeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/a0QMIOxtlJU/s400/IMG_4437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They couldn't get out of there fast enough! Married at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235313631956143346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKeSAqiBjPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PISjzdF0Ub4/s400/IMG_4446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Listening to toasts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235313639359289218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKeSBGHEl4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/T0xK1x42km0/s400/IMG_4450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cutting the cake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235313643364040274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKeSBVB4PlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/V_m4lKr-pak/s400/IMG_4452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They were nice to each other with the cake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235313648336889314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKeSBnjf5eI/AAAAAAAAAKA/m54lj-qVDcg/s400/IMG_4458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Asher was excited to dance!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235315917164361714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKeUFrmHt_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/qW8n-8vZW7E/s400/IMG_4461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They're so cute!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235315922358231154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKeUF-8b4HI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CgkgH4nzOHQ/s400/IMG_4476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Father-Daughter dance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235315922045403938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKeUF9x2gyI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ItPJws0sZMo/s400/IMG_4485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First Dance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235315923190895682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKeUGCC9VEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gsmNrW60i-w/s400/IMG_4487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kris danced with all of her brothers. This dance was with Andrew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235317802470834386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKeVza6NgNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qtR5Ib2_eeg/s400/IMG_4516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was with Nick, the older brother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235317796782522994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKeVzFuAwnI/AAAAAAAAAKw/oYKlR6TDR94/s400/IMG_4514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And Sam, the goof ball.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235315928236274082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKeUGU13saI/AAAAAAAAAKo/B04AuT6g_m4/s400/IMG_4495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sparklers were the favors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235317804453385218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKeVziS41AI/AAAAAAAAALA/lViDyn2IHoA/s400/IMG_4500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We lit the sparklers in the parking lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235317810861811362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKeVz6KxpqI/AAAAAAAAALI/ii33zq0XqOQ/s400/IMG_4503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They were trying to NOT catch Kris' dress on fire. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235317812972801330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKeV0CCEzTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Xuq-PjlDp6k/s400/IMG_4520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The bouquet toss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235319284104849682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKeXJqbSaRI/AAAAAAAAALY/BBHl3Lkz6uc/s400/IMG_4436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Congratulations Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Rogers! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7963258004304426962?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7963258004304426962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7963258004304426962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7963258004304426962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7963258004304426962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/08/belleque-rogers-wedding.html' title='Belleque-Rogers Wedding'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKePRN-zuJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TpUMX0ABMtU/s72-c/IMG_4366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-6998657154185350688</id><published>2008-08-16T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:09:20.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Weekend</title><content type='html'>We are in Montana for the weekend.  Our friend Kristine got married last night.  It was a joyous occasion with lots of wet eyes and laughter.  I'll post photos later.  We're off to play games with Hubby's family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-6998657154185350688?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/6998657154185350688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=6998657154185350688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6998657154185350688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6998657154185350688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/08/wedding-weekend.html' title='Wedding Weekend'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-5299369939540336798</id><published>2008-08-13T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:46:21.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 YEARS!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKM5nPBIB9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/AlhjNSe_v8Y/s1600-h/Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234090538143582162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKM5nPBIB9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/AlhjNSe_v8Y/s400/Wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this day, 3 years ago, I walked down the aisle in a white sparkly dress to "Never Saw Blue Like That" by Shawn Colvin sang by Kris &amp;amp; Cindy. I cried, my dad cried. Hubby stood there with a huge grin on his face. My bridesmaids all looked beautiful, some smiling some crying, all happy for me. :) Pastor Paul talked about loving Jesus and loving each other. We light our unity candles and prayed together while Dawn sang "Be Thou My Vision." And at the end of the ceremony we ran out dancing to "I'm a Believer" from Shrek (Ed Murphy's version). I had just married the man of my dreams, my one true love. And we're still going strong three years later. Yay for us!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-5299369939540336798?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/5299369939540336798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=5299369939540336798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/5299369939540336798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/5299369939540336798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/08/3-years.html' title='3 YEARS!!!!!!'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKM5nPBIB9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/AlhjNSe_v8Y/s72-c/Wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-6972594575925437718</id><published>2008-08-12T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:48:20.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Master Reverend</title><content type='html'>Hubby was dubbed "Reverend" Sunday night in his ordination service. I'm so proud of all the hard work he has put in to get his masters in divinity and now to be ordained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233842232344778130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKJXx71ZFZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TE03Ntj0RUc/s400/IMG_4363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Congratulations Hubby!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-6972594575925437718?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/6972594575925437718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=6972594575925437718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6972594575925437718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6972594575925437718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-master-reverend.html' title='My Master Reverend'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKJXx71ZFZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TE03Ntj0RUc/s72-c/IMG_4363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-6960402583995730389</id><published>2008-08-12T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:35:54.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Race Portland</title><content type='html'>Saturday we joined Mosaic Church in an Urban Camp event, Amazing Race. A &amp;amp; I were joined by Adria. We started at 8:30 and raced till 5:30. The Barracuda divas were out at 8th place while Team Spartacus (Hubby, Z &amp;amp; Mark) got 5th place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was run much like the Amazing Race TV show. We raced all over Portland with teams eliminated when they didn't beat other teams in the 5 legs throughout the day. We visited PGE park, the International Rose Test Garden, Saturday Market, Rocky Butte, and ended at Mt Tabor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team was the last to the 3rd pit stop at the Rose Garden, but the Red Hots took pity on our parking situation and let us take their place. We did get out on the next leg but A was excited because she got to kayak as a challenge right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all sore and bruised after running all day, but we all agreed we had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233813631842223858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKI9xKqNhvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gdr6wN3UBIo/s400/IMG_4338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Barracuda Divas!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233813632680621954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKI9xNyGd4I/AAAAAAAAAII/Mg_6flXQYkI/s400/IMG_4342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A got to paddle on the Willamette and kicked butt at this challenge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233813634207900322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKI9xTeO4qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/baeL0Ye_i30/s400/IMG_4351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The flamingo had to travel with us through some of the challenges and has now taken up residence on Z&amp;amp;A's bookcase.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233813637790379090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKI9xg0XLFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zsNOc4AW5oc/s400/IMG_4356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The last 5 teams had to find a dog bone in the sand...they never did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233813642236073058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKI9xxYTFGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/evqiqb6dkcE/s400/IMG_4359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of the last challenges was bouldering, where one team member had to make their way on the wall from one point to another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Congratulations to the Yellow team for 1st place.  And congrats to Team Spartacus for accomplishing your goal, beating us. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-6960402583995730389?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/6960402583995730389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=6960402583995730389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6960402583995730389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6960402583995730389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/08/amazing-race-portland.html' title='Amazing Race Portland'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SKI9xKqNhvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gdr6wN3UBIo/s72-c/IMG_4338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7259789903258381931</id><published>2008-08-08T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:53:31.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Opening Ceremonies</title><content type='html'>It is the 2008 Olympic Opening Ceremonies...and I am amazed. They have such grace and poise. I love to watch the nations walk through the stadium. Seeing the pride on the athletes faces and seeing just how amazed they are to be there themselves. It's just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing watching this reminds me of is the last time I watched the opening ceremonies...two years ago. The 2006 Winter Olympics we were watching with Z &amp; A (again). Being winter I was going to have tea...little did I know the amount of pain it would cause. :) Z had heated up the water and fixed my cup. He was handing it over the back of the couch to me and I thought I had it and told him so. I did not have it. It dropped out of my hands and HOT tea spilled all over my leg. I don't think I've ever moved so fast. I was wearing jeans and the hot liquid was not leaving my skin. I danced and tried to pull the fabric away from my leg, at the same time everyone was telling me to just strip. :) Once I got my pants off (not in front of everyone) my was very burned. It blistered and was pretty nasty for a while. I still give Z a hard time for burning me, though it was totally not his fault. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are enjoying the Olympics as much as I am. As Z was saying earlier, "Protest governments, or the evil of governments, but not the work the PEOPLE have put into these competitions." Enjoy the world in one place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7259789903258381931?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7259789903258381931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7259789903258381931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7259789903258381931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7259789903258381931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-opening-ceremonies.html' title='Olympic Opening Ceremonies'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-6499314829384981327</id><published>2008-08-03T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:07:55.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday: packing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monday: packing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tuesday: we got an e-mail from the church in Mass stating that the other canidate can't be there till the 6th, so they do not have a decision for us as of yet. Which then commenced the panic of figuring out where we were living for the next two weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tuesday night: small group helped us empty our apartment into a storage unit. They all came ready and willing to work their tails off. And were truely a huge blessing to Hubby and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday: I could barely make it out of bed. I looked around the empty apartment from the air bed and just started to cry. The waiting and unknown finally caught up with me, as did the exahustion of the contant stress of the last week. I did make it to work and was welcomed with open arms and the assurance that I could keep my job until a decision was made on our part. "That's the way we roll," stated my boss. What a God send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday evening: Kimmy and Leonard joined Hubby and I in cleaning and gutting the rest of the apartment.  We got it just about all done with their help.  It probably would have taken another week with just the two of us if they hadn't been there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thursday: After work was the anuall softball game against our sister campus. We all put in a huge effort and had fun with little avail. We got slaughtered! A lot to a little is all I'll say. In the craziness of the week, this was the first and really only thing I got pictures of. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230514733278828626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SJaFb_2IGFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UeEhObPpquA/s320/IMG_4271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Corbetto was one of the few runs our team got in. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230514726609335218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SJaFbm__s7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/wi8t5Snr8Ag/s320/IMG_4288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The hand off of the trophy was a little difficult for TCV to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230514721232049394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SJaFbS981PI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wqjghnnj8tA/s320/IMG_4291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But we really did have a blast and a lot of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the game, Hubby and I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned...and then crashed at Z &amp;amp; A'a at midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: We officially become homeless. Mike did the walk through with the manager of our apartment and handed over the keys. We are now "homeless" and Z &amp;amp; A officially have new roommates. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday night: We headed out to Lost Lake for a camping trip. Little did we know just how long it would take us. We took a few wrong turns and ended up lost. When we stopped to ask a couple of police men where we should be going, the just laughed...like it's called Lost Lake for a reason. We did pull into camp about 10:00 pm in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday: We spent the day trying to stay warm around the fire. I inhailed enough camp fire smoke to give me a lasting husky voice. A couple of us tried to find a warm spot on the lake shore to relax but the wind wasn't having any of it. We gave up and retreated back to the fire. Hubby and I headed back to town about 7:20 w/ the excuse of church early the next morning. We felt sorry for the poor suckers stuck out in the cold another night. ;) We came home to sunshine, a hot shower and warm bed. And the diva who welcomed us at the window with calls of greetings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;divalign="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230514741087009586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SJaFcc7vezI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fS9Y1ZffnMM/s320/IMG_4295.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Welcome to our new digs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230514732633888434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SJaFb9cXFrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PHZWxrLfPDY/s320/IMG_4294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Our sleeping quarters may be a little small,&lt;br /&gt;but it's sleeping quarters and it comes with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230514911790656674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SJaFmY2qbKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/hIFu6t2ejKs/s320/IMG_4303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Thanks Diva for opening your home and sharing your people. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-6499314829384981327?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/6499314829384981327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=6499314829384981327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6499314829384981327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6499314829384981327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/08/week-in-review.html' title='Week in Review'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SJaFb_2IGFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/UeEhObPpquA/s72-c/IMG_4271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-6577366283252013436</id><published>2008-07-27T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:10:43.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIziXzivDGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DbbnxnlIDMY/s1600-h/IMG_4209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227802166071069794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIziXzivDGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DbbnxnlIDMY/s320/IMG_4209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend has consisted of boxes, boxes, and more boxes. We still haven't heard from North Adams, but we have to be out of our apartment by Aug. 1st. Our lease will be up and we can't go month to month. So, we trust that God will take care of us and we pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;We still have a bit to go...but it is starting to make a difference. :) We've been blessed to have friends who are more than willing to pack a few boxes with us. And then we willingly take breaks with them. Yesterday Dustin and Beth were here to help. After some grueling hours we all went to see Batman. What a movie...my packing doesn't seem so horrible after the darkness of that movie. But we had a blast and even unloaded a couple items on Dustin. All's fair in friendship and packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time to go in search of more boxes...we've filled all we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love all!&lt;br /&gt;Melps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-6577366283252013436?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/6577366283252013436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=6577366283252013436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6577366283252013436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6577366283252013436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/07/packing.html' title='Packing...'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIziXzivDGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DbbnxnlIDMY/s72-c/IMG_4209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7397101315622181732</id><published>2008-07-23T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:22:02.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Mass</title><content type='html'>Well, that had to have been the fastest trip I've ever been on. We are back and the time was great! Now we are just waiting to hear back from the church as to whether they want us or not. :) As we wait, enjoy some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226386451407610882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfayXcQpAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LXj_61FAg3E/s320/North+Adams+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was looking out the window of the apartment we stayed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The big steeple is First Baptist Church's steeple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226386451687178450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfayYe6gNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Wrb2woAFT9I/s320/North+Adams+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The windows in the church are amazing! All of them were stained glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226386460309166114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfay4mjmCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/r35ksHW1YCM/s320/North+Adams+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you see the amazing pipe organ? Some one actually plays that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226386466414017890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfazPWEPWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cimyi7sh1QU/s320/North+Adams+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More stained glass..still waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226386467688001554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfazUFzsBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xQbWVrkXtxU/s320/North+Adams+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to camp. The chapel sits up on the hill overlooking everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226388906122416498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfdBP94EXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/J4ptSr7PttQ/s320/North+Adams+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boats boats boats...just for A. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226388908106969250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfdBXXB8KI/AAAAAAAAAEk/K1UuSHIhU30/s320/North+Adams+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking out at the lake...there's even a water trampoline!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226388914465401730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfdBvC_64I/AAAAAAAAAE0/RrUuONuPoz8/s320/North+Adams+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The cross is at the vesper circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226388915205737442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfdBxzgi-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/5uGu9SNayCw/s320/North+Adams+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Four square and a cabin...6 bunks in that little thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226391579386952146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIffc2pzudI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mKxZJ_JP498/s320/North+Adams+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; More waiting... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226391585690408770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIffdOIq10I/AAAAAAAAAFM/uXaBbLouJUA/s320/North+Adams+Trip+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coffee anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226391589169136146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIffdbGEAhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UxyBtd3FSOc/s320/North+Adams+Trip+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The decor in the Cup &amp;amp; Saucer was old fashion...and totally fit the atmosphere of the town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226391587582691874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIffdVL0yiI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9oq2bweIO4o/s320/North+Adams+Trip+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hubby enjoying the quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226391593055664098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIffdpkrt-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/CJsfdkOH86Y/s320/North+Adams+Trip+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We took a walk in the rain and looked at all of the amazing old churches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226393811263575106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfhexCqVEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8MCJWMKDh3M/s320/North+Adams+Trip+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking back at First Baptist.&lt;br /&gt; You can see the steeples of all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Churches&lt;/span&gt; just about from every part of town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226393815552665122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfhfBBQpiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nx915LGuOoQ/s320/North+Adams+Trip+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the library...it's the old Mayoral mansion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226393818697418546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfhfMvBxzI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GpiYRdary3U/s320/North+Adams+Trip+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a church just across the street from First Baptist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226393827603359250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfhft6XphI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oonIKRZjvak/s320/North+Adams+Trip+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup...still waiting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226393827788655954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfhfumjDVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/6zPn5Gg7TBk/s320/North+Adams+Trip+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;St. Francis Assisi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226395596098970850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfjGqElJOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1cUxMGnLD7k/s320/North+Adams+Trip+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mary was behind the Catholic church.&lt;br /&gt;We met a man who said she had been there about 100 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226396571780812098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfj_cxQjUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CGauzxxBqyg/s320/North+Adams+Trip+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that I fell in love with North Adams and First Baptist Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So no matter what happens that town will always hold a place in my heart.  It was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226396576084967202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfj_szcvyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/gSXmKaz7YpU/s320/North+Adams+Trip+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We just hope they welcome us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7397101315622181732?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7397101315622181732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7397101315622181732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7397101315622181732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7397101315622181732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-from-mass.html' title='Back from Mass'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SIfayXcQpAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LXj_61FAg3E/s72-c/North+Adams+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-7598845671578696000</id><published>2008-07-19T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:32:28.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!!!</title><content type='html'>So, do you ever have one of those days where you feel so overwhelmed that it all seems a blur?  That's been today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were up at 3:30 AM to leave for the airport at 4:30.  Our flight was delayed in Portland due to weather in Chicago.  Though as Hubby so studiously pointed out, "If Chicago wasn't having 'weather' they wouldn't exist...so it's a good thing they are."  (Smart alack).  We landed in Chicago at 12:30 PM their time, grabbed some lunch and loaded another plane bound for Albany, New York, which was scheduled to land at 4:30PM eastern standard time.  We arrived only half hour late which was fine 'cause Pastor Dave was also a half hour late getting through storms here.  After collecting our baggage we departed in the big blue truck for an hours drive to North Adams, MA.  It was a beautiful drive...but me being so sleepy and still a little sick from the plane ride forgot about my camera till 45 minutes into the ride.  (I promise to carry the camera constantly tomorrow).  As soon as we arrive in North Adams we were escorted into a living room full of people waiting to meet us.  We partook in a delicious meal and were given the grand tour of the church.  You've got to see the sanctuary on this thing...I'm so taking pictures tomorrow.  After that it was back to the house for more talking and me starting to daze in and out.  And finally now it is time for bed.  Which is good...I can't spell right now or even think straight... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is another busy day.  Meeting people at church and touring the camp.  I'll update you all again then! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good night all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-7598845671578696000?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/7598845671578696000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=7598845671578696000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7598845671578696000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/7598845671578696000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-day.html' title='What a day!!!'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-1729519758910377530</id><published>2008-07-13T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:14:52.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool fun!</title><content type='html'>Saturday was such a BEAUTIFUL day! We enjoyed the great outdoors (a.k.a. the To's pool). It was a wonderful time of sun, water, and berries! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrPM2pJRFI/AAAAAAAAACE/QgX52poQLQg/s1600-h/IMG_4042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222714537622979666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrPM2pJRFI/AAAAAAAAACE/QgX52poQLQg/s200/IMG_4042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrPNdnHRZI/AAAAAAAAACU/TXpP3ROV7jc/s1600-h/IMG_4044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222714548083443090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrPNdnHRZI/AAAAAAAAACU/TXpP3ROV7jc/s200/IMG_4044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrPNPODyWI/AAAAAAAAACM/buct1u_IA4I/s1600-h/IMG_4043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222714544220260706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrPNPODyWI/AAAAAAAAACM/buct1u_IA4I/s200/IMG_4043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrPNgNMuqI/AAAAAAAAACc/WT_WOhEm1PI/s1600-h/IMG_4045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222714548780055202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrPNgNMuqI/AAAAAAAAACc/WT_WOhEm1PI/s200/IMG_4045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrPN2sI7QI/AAAAAAAAACk/aN4UNJbja-Q/s1600-h/IMG_4053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222714554815409410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrPN2sI7QI/AAAAAAAAACk/aN4UNJbja-Q/s200/IMG_4053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrPN2sI7QI/AAAAAAAAACk/aN4UNJbja-Q/s1600-h/IMG_4053.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then after lots of hours in the sun and being scorched...the Frasier parents arrived! We had a cruise reunion over dinner and fondue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrQCQKHK3I/AAAAAAAAACs/lYB9hfPs398/s1600-h/IMG_4055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222715455005207410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrQCQKHK3I/AAAAAAAAACs/lYB9hfPs398/s200/IMG_4055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrQCo3ajtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zS7jz5kucQg/s1600-h/IMG_4057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222715461637672658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrQCo3ajtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zS7jz5kucQg/s200/IMG_4057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrQDHeXoFI/AAAAAAAAADM/yUKEYMSDQxI/s1600-h/IMG_4061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222715469854122066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrQDHeXoFI/AAAAAAAAADM/yUKEYMSDQxI/s200/IMG_4061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrQC4fsvGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9gES2ZkMewI/s1600-h/IMG_4059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222715465833167970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrQC4fsvGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9gES2ZkMewI/s200/IMG_4059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrQoRgJIbI/AAAAAAAAADU/y0Y_Hcixudc/s1600-h/IMG_4063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222716108201075122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrQoRgJIbI/AAAAAAAAADU/y0Y_Hcixudc/s200/IMG_4063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrQoRADKwI/AAAAAAAAADc/YWBIlM9GKcQ/s1600-h/IMG_4064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222716108066466562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrQoRADKwI/AAAAAAAAADc/YWBIlM9GKcQ/s200/IMG_4064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hope you had as relaxing and sunny and wonderful weekend as I did! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrRiBvYblI/AAAAAAAAADs/lTNo34e6wfE/s1600-h/IMG_4060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222717100402437714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrRiBvYblI/AAAAAAAAADs/lTNo34e6wfE/s200/IMG_4060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrQCwI10fI/AAAAAAAAADE/Hl5WziFkfVw/s1600-h/IMG_4060.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-1729519758910377530?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/1729519758910377530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=1729519758910377530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/1729519758910377530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/1729519758910377530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/07/pool-fun.html' title='Pool fun!'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHrPM2pJRFI/AAAAAAAAACE/QgX52poQLQg/s72-c/IMG_4042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-6519846745275564557</id><published>2008-07-10T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:23:58.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG NEWS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c94093;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hubby had an interview on Tuesday with a church in Massachusetts. The job would be an associate pastor/camp director position. The interview went great! The pastor wasn't able to be in on the call and even called Hubby later that evening to talk to him about it. SWEET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221616770593192594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHboyZxt-pI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4bLGbNdDdAM/s200/FBC1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;First Baptist Church of North Adams&lt;br /&gt;(Isn't it a COOL building!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c94093;"&gt;And today.... Today, they called back. They want to fly us out to Massachusetts! Not only that...but I already have a job interview too.... Crazy! God totally answers prayers. So, as of right now we are flying out to Massachusetts next weekend. It's all happening so fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-6519846745275564557?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/6519846745275564557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=6519846745275564557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6519846745275564557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/6519846745275564557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-news.html' title='BIG NEWS!!!'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHboyZxt-pI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4bLGbNdDdAM/s72-c/FBC1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-8880117681763797209</id><published>2008-07-06T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:22:35.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Saling!</title><content type='html'>So this weekend being the fourth and all required some extensive garage sale shopping (or "saling"). Hubby joined Z &amp;amp; A on Friday morning while I slaved away at work. ;) Then on Saturday we got the late start (noon) and hit as many as we could in the couple of hours after the rain. We were dissapointed by a few "large, multi-family" sales which consisted of a few boxes of nothing interesting. BUT we did hit the jackpot when A got a bike for &lt;em&gt;FREE!!!&lt;/em&gt; I also snagged a GREAT brown dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220136227103120946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHGmPbehHjI/AAAAAAAAABs/kBmEwNQiwP0/s320/IMG_4027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We did have a couple more great finds like a total 80's style fondue pot, a massage mat (not pictured), the original "deluxe" &lt;em&gt;Scene it,&lt;/em&gt; a Frank Sinatra album, a couple of kids books and who-but-Mike-knows-why tragedy &amp;amp; comedy masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220136221344974770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHGmPGBqx7I/AAAAAAAAABk/8nRmxC7AdBs/s320/IMG_4024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike also found some rollerblades in pretty good condition. They did come at a cost though...in entertainment. Z tried them on and promptly fell down a sloping drive way. After we made sure he was in one piece with no broken bones we all had a good laugh...for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220136226725013570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHGmPaEXqEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bnNaysCTZPg/s320/IMG_4035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good friends, good finds, and laughter...the recipe for a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-8880117681763797209?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/8880117681763797209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=8880117681763797209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/8880117681763797209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/8880117681763797209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/07/garage-saling.html' title='Garage Saling!'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHGmPbehHjI/AAAAAAAAABs/kBmEwNQiwP0/s72-c/IMG_4027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5599007152985083003.post-2555138306128846077</id><published>2008-07-05T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:34:33.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning...</title><content type='html'>Hello all! It has finally come to pass that I, Melps, have decided to start a blog about the great adventures of hubby and me. Especially since the next few months will bring so many unknowns into our lives. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what a time to start. With the great Fourth of July weekend! What an adventure that was. Last night was a time of feasting, laughter, and big booms (quite literally). We had a BYOM/BYOeverything at the Banker household. Followed by fighting the crowds at the waterfront for viewing space of the fireworks. We settled on a nice little section of grass, thinking we would end up having to move just to see the fireworks...how wrong we were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHAq5t_v2tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GcxLwP_5Bko/s1600-h/102_6602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219719139210287826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHAq5t_v2tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GcxLwP_5Bko/s320/102_6602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The barge was directly in front of us on the river and we received the &lt;em&gt;full&lt;/em&gt; force of the show. As BD put it afterwards, "I'm glad I had my ear plugs." We could feel the explosions. But we all agreed they were the best seats in the house! And so...on with the show!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219720877001570322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHAse3xeeBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lyegRWnCtX4/s320/102_6595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHAsy5iNeBI/AAAAAAAAABM/gybhzUf1RSE/s1600-h/102_6601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219721221071796242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHAsy5iNeBI/AAAAAAAAABM/gybhzUf1RSE/s320/102_6601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHAtPHkzzoI/AAAAAAAAABU/YrCJe4NCI3w/s1600-h/102_6611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219721705877130882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHAtPHkzzoI/AAAAAAAAABU/YrCJe4NCI3w/s320/102_6611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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;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;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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thanks to A for all the wonderful pictures (dorky me for got the camera in&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHAt80gyPQI/AAAAAAAAABc/o14KkIZ2FOA/s1600-h/102_6588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219722491033959682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHAt80gyPQI/AAAAAAAAABc/o14KkIZ2FOA/s200/102_6588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the haste to get to celebrating). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5599007152985083003-2555138306128846077?l=alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/feeds/2555138306128846077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5599007152985083003&amp;postID=2555138306128846077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/2555138306128846077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5599007152985083003/posts/default/2555138306128846077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alongtheflipfloppath.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-beginning.html' title='In the beginning...'/><author><name>Melps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15162435210082138404</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SlvQuD3SQtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/v-2EeR85pBc/S220/IMG_6714.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_CF0t_8yXDWA/SHAq5t_v2tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GcxLwP_5Bko/s72-c/102_6602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
