<?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-6233017171132171028</id><updated>2011-08-21T08:59:18.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Me</title><subtitle type='html'>To fight the bitterness of defeat and the weakness of grief. To smile when tears are close.  To seek ever after the glory and the dream.  To look up with unquenchable faith in something evermore about to be, that is what any man can do and so be great.
- Zane Grey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-669539723594387420</id><published>2010-11-23T20:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:09:02.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On this cold, cold day....</title><content type='html'>Yep - it was minus 29 this morning!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still managed to find things to be happy about even though the day did NOT get off to a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My yoga class - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; good today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting to massage one of my favorite clients.  Haven't seen her in a long time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fo&lt;/span&gt; Panda' with Devon and Cameron &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;after school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YW&lt;/span&gt; performed the song we've been working on superbly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learning that Old Navy will have jeans on sale this weekend just in time since both boys need jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Devon did well on his social exam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing the piano before anyone got home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And of course, that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;furnace&lt;/span&gt; is running well tonight!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-669539723594387420?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/669539723594387420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=669539723594387420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/669539723594387420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/669539723594387420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-this-cold-cold-day.html' title='On this cold, cold day....'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-3977171025184794894</id><published>2010-11-21T20:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:07:02.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's try this...</title><content type='html'>I tried to write on my blog last night.  Ended up deleted the whole thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather then try to update you on the past six months, I am going to let this be my gratitude journal for a time.  I am re-discovering the divine virtue of gratitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a van that works well and keeps me warm in this cold weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my boys!!!  I loved being with them this weekend!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the book I'm reading, "On Wings of Eagles" by Ken Follett&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swedish berries and chex muddy buddies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my 6am workout tomorrow to work off the above&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the woman's Christmas choir I'm singing in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing the piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the chance to sew a new quilt with fabric from my Grandma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a warm robe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my new mantra "Fake it 'till you make it!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-3977171025184794894?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/3977171025184794894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-8698685961049187305</id><published>2010-11-12T22:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T22:58:02.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just need another day or two...</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog again. &lt;br /&gt;I really do. &lt;br /&gt;It's finding the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-8698685961049187305?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/8698685961049187305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=8698685961049187305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8698685961049187305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8698685961049187305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-need-another-day-or-two.html' title='Just need another day or two...'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-5774112138205062467</id><published>2010-05-10T01:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T01:36:04.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...i can hope...</title><content type='html'>When others say things about you that are unkind, I will be the one to stand up for you.&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, I will be there to help you back up.&lt;br /&gt;If you get sick in anyway, I will help you be whole.&lt;br /&gt;I will be loyal.&lt;br /&gt;When I make mistakes (cause I'm not perfect), you can know that I will be perfect at trying to do better.&lt;br /&gt;When I hurt you, I will apologize.&lt;br /&gt;I know your imperfections, but I will choose to focus on your greatness.&lt;br /&gt;And when you have things to say, I will listen and you will know I heard.&lt;div 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I hate red traffic lights. I will drive the long way home or to anywhere, on the path that has the fewest traffic lights. I get an intense reaction to red lights! My heart rate increases and I feel like someone is making me stop when I don't want to stop!! This concerns me a bit as I'm teaching my 14 year old how to drive. What he has over me is patience - he is way more patient. But I need some kind of red light activity to look forward to so I can relax a bit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Every year I forget how great the coming of Spring is. I forget the wonderful smell of the earth thawing, the increase bird sounds, the warm sun. It's like discovering spring all over again year after year. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep is my most precious commodity. I am very selfish between the hours of 10pm and 6am. Do not touch me or wake me unless you're dying. Do not snore near me or talk in your sleep. Do not steal my covers or my pillow. The older I get, the more I need my sleep. That's kinda sad really - but hey, whatever makes me happy between 6am and 10pm, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Because I cherish my sleep so much, I often fall asleep reading my book. I only get to read at night in bed because my life is too crazy to read at any other time. (Don't suggest that I read at red traffic lights - I KNOW I will get to into my book and forget to watch for the green light. Worse yet, I'll try and read while driving - okay, no wouldn't). Often, I fall asleep holding my book, both thumbs carefully holding my spot. I tell myself, "I'll just rest my eyes for a minute and then finish the chapter." That's the precise moment I fall asleep and wake up just enough about 20 minutes later to turn the lamp off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am starving between 7am and 12pm. My metabolism just works better if I eat most of my calories during that time. I am seldom hungry for dinner so making dinner for my family is hard. I mean, who wants to make dinner when they're not hungry? I love to cook in the kitchen, so I try to do most of the dinner prep in the morning before work. My poor clients from 10-11am. That's when my stomach rumbles the most - and it's loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish I wasn't so scheduled. I have learned that is how I manage everything best and keep myself organized, sane, a functioning contributor to society. The downside is sometimes my friends feel they have to 'calender' themselves in to my life to see me. I feel badly about that - truly I do. My first hope is they all know I love them and would do anything for them. My second hope is that they love me in spite of my insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Of all the senses, my sense of smell is the most acute. This started when I got pregnant with Devon and for 14 years, it hasn't changed. My favorite smell lately....fresh laundry from the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I just measured Devon - he's tall!!! I hate that he's still growing. Okay, maybe I don't hate it, but seriously, he's getting pricey in the shoe, clothing, and FOOD department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I miss playing Hangman with Cameron at night. We used to play every night. That or do trivia questions or 20 questions. Now? He wants to read! I am happy that he has found a love of literature. But I have been replaced by books!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. These days I love swimming, easing back into running, crackers with cream cheese and homemade jam, spring strawberries, reading the Old Testament (I KNOW - that's crazy), the movie Blind Side, watching Lost, playing the piano, mini oranges from Costco, little visits with the boys when they share about their day, driving with Devon, lunches with Chuck, and nestling into bed with a book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-292020808839535185?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/292020808839535185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=292020808839535185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/292020808839535185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/292020808839535185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-randomness.html' title='Some Randomness'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-5860997802415560664</id><published>2010-03-11T16:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:28:39.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming home</title><content type='html'>I will be flying home tomorrow.  Direct from Maui to Edmonton.  It will be about a 20 degree and three hour difference.  But I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a great time.  Biking to the lava fields, snorkelling right beside turtles, lots of beach/pool time, shell collecting, running (YEAH!!!  I can run again!), reading (The Lost Symbol, Still Alice, Sarah's Key, Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, and The Giant of Alberdeen County), whale watching, sunsets, good food, good visiting, and great to be with a relaxed Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect length of time to be here and relax.  Long enough to have completely forgotten what normal life is like - and I do mean completely.  Kinda forgot about everything for ten days!!  And long enough to be ready to get home, hug my boys, walk the dog and get thrown back into the swing of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bring it on basketball, first aid course, clients, making meals, homework, bedtime, and 6am workouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-5860997802415560664?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/5860997802415560664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=5860997802415560664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5860997802415560664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5860997802415560664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming-home.html' title='Coming home'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-8432907456863077238</id><published>2010-02-23T12:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:08:19.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does that say about me?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had to go to the downtown Edmonton Police Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got your attention didn't it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go there once a year to apply for a police security clearance. Because I am a massage therapist, I have to annually prove to the city that I have no criminal record and can then renew my massage therapy license. I appreciate WHY the city requires this, but I HATE going to the downtown police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This building is not situated in the best part of downtown. Every year I can expect to see homeless people, people poorly dressed for the weather wandering aimlessly, people who are drunk, people panhandling, and an assortment of people inside the police station. And every year I have the same spectrum of emotions as I come across these souls. Usually it starts out with a bit of fear and anxiety. Then, I will admit, a bit of judgment and disapproval. And every year I ask myself "What does that say about me???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting myself even more on the line for debate...I am not one who gives money to panhandlers. I DO give money to charities that I know will use that money to help people in need and I DO like giving money to the musicians who play in the subway or on the street. I am uncomfortable making eye contact with others who are wandering, drunk, or perhaps suffering from mental challenges. I will say hello if they say hello to me and I was very gracious to the man who held the door open for me as I entered the police station. And glad to help a very lost man find where he needed to go (which was just a few steps away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is the drive OUT of downtown that gets me thinking the most. The road I drive down has several homeless men and women. All the feelings of apprehension and judgement fade as I think, "That is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; son" or "She has a Mother somewhere" Then I wonder what their story is and where they came from. Did they choose this path or did life turn this way for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still thinking about them. This blog has taken longer to write then any other. Christ would have felt nothing but compassion. I didn't feel that until I was driving home! What could I do for them? I'm not sure. But I do know that I would like to grow towards viewing all people, in all circumstances, as God would. We are, everyone of us, His children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-8432907456863077238?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/8432907456863077238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=8432907456863077238' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8432907456863077238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8432907456863077238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-does-that-say-about-me.html' title='What does that say about me?'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-2157674925650134031</id><published>2010-02-16T15:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:58:54.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter CAN be cool - no pun intended</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/S3shKsi7isI/AAAAAAAAAso/-UTezFqtcz4/s1600-h/P1040400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438977442620082882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/S3shKsi7isI/AAAAAAAAAso/-UTezFqtcz4/s200/P1040400.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We escaped to Canmore this weekend. A great little town in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta. I enjoyed the chance to be with my boys (the biggest one too). While Chuck and Cameron and Pete (our adopted uncle/brother) went skiing, Devon and I hiked up Johnston Canyon. How often can you climb or sit under a frozen waterfall? It was so beautiful and the ice cleats we rented were well worth the whole $10 each! With them we explored places other hikers could not. We took advantage of some extra time and hiked along the frozen creek of Grotto Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two was spent cross-country skiing at the world class Nordic Center - built for the Calgary Olympic Games of 1988. Chuck and Cameron had good time, the rest of us suffered - and are still suffering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our taste of winter sporting - we are set to watch the real athletes compete in the Olympics.  This makes the last few weeks of winter kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/S3shLl57SmI/AAAAAAAAAs4/fkMozyMmP18/s1600-h/P1040411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438977458017356386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/S3shLl57SmI/AAAAAAAAAs4/fkMozyMmP18/s200/P1040411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/S3shLMMUDFI/AAAAAAAAAsw/T-dPDYxImn8/s1600-h/P1040441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438977451115154514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/S3shLMMUDFI/AAAAAAAAAsw/T-dPDYxImn8/s200/P1040441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-2157674925650134031?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/2157674925650134031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=2157674925650134031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2157674925650134031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2157674925650134031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-can-be-cool-no-pun-intended.html' title='Winter CAN be cool - no pun intended'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/S3shKsi7isI/AAAAAAAAAso/-UTezFqtcz4/s72-c/P1040400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-4929841652927486819</id><published>2010-02-03T21:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:23:40.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's a frame of mind....</title><content type='html'>It's February...3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I don't feel magically joyous.  January passed.  I had a big yummy ham dinner and killer brownies on the 31st to celebrate it's passing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far, I still feel BLAH.  I have even been buying tulips to add some color to my world.  Still doing all the same tricks I mentioned in my last post.  But, blah I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should count down to March 2nd.  Maybe that will help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March=Maui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-4929841652927486819?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/4929841652927486819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=4929841652927486819' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4929841652927486819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4929841652927486819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe-its-frame-of-mind.html' title='Maybe it&apos;s a frame of mind....'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-4123590699603667620</id><published>2010-01-26T08:08:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:21:32.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm back to normal - just give me five more days!</title><content type='html'>Good morning my blogging friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken me a long time to get back into routine - or some semblance of that - after the holidays. I enjoyed the Christmas break more this year then ever before. I am not sure what the difference was. But I LOVED being home with my family playing games, going to movies, sleeping in and just being together. So when it came time to get back to work and school, not too mention the dulldrums of January, I struggled mightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one that gets the seasonal blahs - mainly in January. It's cold and here it's really dark. My massage clients come in with different aches and pains then normal, so work is more challenging. Truly, I count down the days in January just to get the blessed month over with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to end this first blog of the new year sounding so defeated - I will let you know how I combat the January blues:&lt;br /&gt;1. Exercise every day - okay I know I do that all year, but believe me in January, I want to sleep in EVERY day. It is a true feat to get out of bed and get moving.&lt;br /&gt;2. Emerse myself in the scriptures&lt;br /&gt;3. Read - currently enjoying The Geurnsey Literary and Potato Peel Society and Feeding the Demon&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat really healthy and increase the vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch my favorite shows - 24 and Lost&lt;br /&gt;6. Throw an extra blanket on the bed at night and sleep deeply.&lt;br /&gt;7. And let myself have a little cry, a little tantrum, or a little pout if needed - but just a little!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five more days to go - we can do this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-4123590699603667620?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/4123590699603667620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=4123590699603667620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4123590699603667620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4123590699603667620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think-im-back-to-normal-just-give-me.html' title='I think I&apos;m back to normal - just give me five more days!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-32815977066346378</id><published>2009-11-04T09:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:40:49.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today I got up just after 6am to get to the gym for my daily workout.  I am still pretty limited in what I can do right now.  The right knee is my constant reminder of pain and discomfort.  And because I have been swimming a lot more, my right shoulder is very tight and sore.  I have to be creative now because being inactive is NOT an option for me.  I sat on the exercise bike, sadly picked "3" on the intensity level (a scale of 1-20) and selected my current favorite album on my IPod - Plain Jane by Chantal Kreviasuk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://www.chantalkreviazuk.com/"&gt;Chantal Kreviasuk&lt;/a&gt;.  Her lyrics are real and soulful.  My American friends may not have heard of her, but you have heard her songs on movie soundtracks.  Chuck and I had the chance to see her perform in Edmonton about a month ago.  She came out in blue jeans, a black shirt, ponytail, sat at the piano and say this song - Today.  I instantly connected with this song and it has become my mantra.  "Today, today, today is the greatest day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be honest, sometimes it is in fact NOT the greatest day.  When I first got on the exercise bike, I was discouraged.  I am a cardio junky.  I miss having a high heart rate, sweating, the burn of my muscles.  But when TODAY came on my IPod, I found myself tapping, mouthing the words, and somehow today felt like it would be pretty great.  Eventhough my son is home sick, I cancelled all my appointments, my husband is stressed, and the pain is still there - Today is the greatest day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign in my house says, "SOAR - one's attitude determines one's altitude."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-32815977066346378?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/32815977066346378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=32815977066346378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/32815977066346378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/32815977066346378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-3271528011436455043</id><published>2009-10-22T08:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T08:53:54.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Culinary Delights</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SuBxD7mW5sI/AAAAAAAAAsg/kICYW3gA5UA/s1600-h/P1040080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395436665941976770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SuBxD7mW5sI/AAAAAAAAAsg/kICYW3gA5UA/s200/P1040080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone suggested that I should be using my new kitchen to increase my culinary skills.  Well, I'm happy to report that this year I canned pears all by myself, I usually need my Mom to hold my hand through the whole process.  I cooked Thanksgiving dinner here, canned 24 quarts of apple juice, made pumpkin bread, pizza dough, shrimp and scallops, and a few other new recipes (having been inspired by the movie Julie and Julia).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What's your favorite thing to make in the kitchen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-3271528011436455043?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/3271528011436455043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=3271528011436455043' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/3271528011436455043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/3271528011436455043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/10/culinary-delights.html' title='Culinary Delights'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SuBxD7mW5sI/AAAAAAAAAsg/kICYW3gA5UA/s72-c/P1040080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-8696964379442625894</id><published>2009-10-18T18:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:14:33.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding ourselves at home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Stv1gRTFW7I/AAAAAAAAAsY/72EYoeBpcgI/s1600-h/P1030689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394174913454365618" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Stv1gRTFW7I/AAAAAAAAAsY/72EYoeBpcgI/s200/P1030689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Stv1QltjS9I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/O5T1getqkDA/s1600-h/P1040123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394174644056181714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Stv1QltjS9I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/O5T1getqkDA/s200/P1040123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.... to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Stu2_JJCcrI/AAAAAAAAArw/VNDwr2farwI/s1600-h/P1040096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394106174608143026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Stu2_JJCcrI/AAAAAAAAArw/VNDwr2farwI/s200/P1040096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Stu2_k77r_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/QAR3D12NTsQ/s1600-h/P1040099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394106182069366770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Stu2_k77r_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/QAR3D12NTsQ/s200/P1040099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Stv0Mwz1ygI/AAAAAAAAAsI/sfRXVOMAXIA/s1600-h/P1040116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394173478804244994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Stv0Mwz1ygI/AAAAAAAAAsI/sfRXVOMAXIA/s200/P1040116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Stv0KTDolzI/AAAAAAAAAsA/HAshchfEnto/s1600-h/P1040114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394173436457686834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Stv0KTDolzI/AAAAAAAAAsA/HAshchfEnto/s200/P1040114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so wonderful to be home! Pictures are hung, a few minor things are fixed and we are settled in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to have my whole family over for Thanksgiving dinner and it was the best family gathering we have had in a long time. I loved having my family here. I love having MY little family here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please, come see us anytime!&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/6233017171132171028-8696964379442625894?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/8696964379442625894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=8696964379442625894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8696964379442625894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8696964379442625894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/10/finding-ourselves-at-home.html' title='Finding ourselves at home.'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Stv1gRTFW7I/AAAAAAAAAsY/72EYoeBpcgI/s72-c/P1030689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-6337771489603578314</id><published>2009-09-15T22:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:48:05.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding my Zen</title><content type='html'>In the efforts to do something for me this year - I always pick something as you may recall my fencing lessons, ballet classes, cooking, etc.  This year is the year of Zen.  I have enrolled in a Yoga class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breath in.  Find your center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did Yoga about 15 years ago and still do some of the poses and stretches from time to time.  But this - this is serious stuff.  Okay, it's level one.  My class is every Tuesday afternoon.  I loved my first class!  I felt so great the rest of the day.  It is more challenging then I thought.  I think I managed okay.  The instructor only had to come reposition me a few times.  Once she kept pulling on my hip to get it back more and I kept thinking, honey, it's as far as it's gonna go today!  But she is so nice and calm and everything a good yoga instructor should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to become more limber and more peaceful.  Namaste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-6337771489603578314?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/6337771489603578314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=6337771489603578314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6337771489603578314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6337771489603578314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/09/finding-my-zen.html' title='Finding my Zen'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-7798209521866723365</id><published>2009-09-07T21:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:16:09.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>KL's Photo Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SqXL_xi51hI/AAAAAAAAArQ/XFLPwyPMo-E/s1600-h/IMG_1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378929626455856658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SqXL_xi51hI/AAAAAAAAArQ/XFLPwyPMo-E/s200/IMG_1091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmmm...nothing exciting in this 9th folder of my pictures and 7th photo....Chuck opening his Christmas presents in 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're so awesomely random KL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-7798209521866723365?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/7798209521866723365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=7798209521866723365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/7798209521866723365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/7798209521866723365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/09/kls-photo-challenge.html' title='KL&apos;s Photo Challenge'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SqXL_xi51hI/AAAAAAAAArQ/XFLPwyPMo-E/s72-c/IMG_1091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-2658209371141238185</id><published>2009-09-03T08:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:09:05.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All together now.......big sigh!</title><content type='html'>We moved in on Saturday and it already feels like we've been here a month! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love the house!  We are walking around in a dreamy haze.  The boys are so happy and have adjusted quicker then ever.  The first day of school (which was yesterday) was fantastic.  They are very happy with their new classes and teachers.  I started back to work yesterday and I have to say, I am much more relaxed and focused having the packing, cleaning, and moving behind me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will follow soon - and please - come and see me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-2658209371141238185?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/2658209371141238185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=2658209371141238185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2658209371141238185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2658209371141238185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-together-nowbig-sigh.html' title='All together now.......big sigh!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-7564878120185121605</id><published>2009-08-25T08:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:13:46.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quiet Tuesday Morning to Reflect</title><content type='html'>My blog mood has been quiet serious! Whenever I come to big changes, I think A LOT and reflect. They say moving is in the top three of life stresses. I have already been through one of the other top three and believe me - MOVING IS A PIECE OF CAKE IN COMPARISON. So, forgive the lack of humor and jolliness - consider this like reading my journalling of thoughts. Be honored, cause NO ONE reads my journal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house is pretty much packed up. Chuck keeps asking where things are, things that probably would still be handy, but are in a box somewhere. Chuck has lived in this house for 12 years. The boys and I have lived here for 7. It has been a great home. There have been so many good times and just as many challenges. I know Chuck has reflected on the memories he had while living here. Hard times for him - newly divorced and fighting to see his boys. Then all the sudden his gets remarried and has an insta-family! He handled that well. Boy it was tough though!! There has been an abundance of life lessons in this tiny abode!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked to Devon and Cameron last night. They are anxious to come home and I'm so glad. Cameron told me, "I'm ready for summer to be over and that's weird for me to say. I'm ready for school, to see everyone in Edmonton, to be in my bed, and to eat something other than fast food." This is the hardest week of summer for me. This is when I miss them most and can't remember what it feels like to hug them. I have been praying non-stop for their safe return and that this school year will be better then the last! I worry about Cameron sometimes - the past year with Richard living with us was hard for him. Harder then I had realized. He has been down and lost. I hope to help him find something to be passionate about and to return calm and peace to our new home for him and all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only have one massage to do today and then I get MY massage. Always such a treat for a massage therapist. My knee is aching constantly now and thanks to a good friend's husband, I will hopefully get my MRI done next week! That is much better then having to wait till December as originally scheduled. I am limited to swimming now which meant I had to pull out of my last triathlon for the season. That's okay! There's always next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, I got to read some of my favorite books to my friend's little girl. I have saved all the books that were special to me and the boys. Later that night, I started scanning my favorite pictures onto the computer to add to my screensaver. This is picture is probably one of my all time favorites from probably my all time favorite book. It is from "Where the Wild Things Are" by Maurice Sendak. The page just before this picture, Max has declared, "Let the wild rumpus start." And that is what I say - today is the last day of calm before busy work days and the big move. If you look at Max and the wild things, they had a great time in the wild rumpus - and so will I!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373919509683026434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SpP_UmIyugI/AAAAAAAAArI/_NlupqMhtEc/s200/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-7564878120185121605?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/7564878120185121605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=7564878120185121605' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/7564878120185121605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/7564878120185121605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/08/quiet-tuesday-morning-to-reflect.html' title='A Quiet Tuesday Morning to Reflect'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SpP_UmIyugI/AAAAAAAAArI/_NlupqMhtEc/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-6518794419374476012</id><published>2009-08-18T23:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:37:35.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good friends</title><content type='html'>I have been very lucky.  Yes, I could say blessed, but you know what?  I think lucky is more accurate!  I have always had great friends, in spite of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.  I have not always been the beacon of kindness and loveliness that I am today.  Okay, maybe I am still not all the way there, but on the path.  There is much of my Junior High days that have been conveniently blocked from my memory.  I was so odd and somewhat of a lost soul.  I guess we all are a bit that way in those awkward years, but I think I truly topped the cake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went for dinner with two of my closest friends from Junior High and High School.  I have not seen them in over 13 years!  It was so great to be together and visit and realize how old we have become because the music in the restaurant was crazy loud!  One friend asked the question I dread most when I get together with people who 'knew me when'.  The question always starts with, "Do you remember when you..."  I most often don't remember which is so great!  But it is hard to be reminded that I once acted so stupidly!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where I feel lucky.  In spite of all my quirk's, in all different phases of my life, I have had true and loyal friends.  Sometimes I wonder WHY!!!??  Why did they stand by me, dared to be seen with me, or put up with me?  Truly, I am NOT exaggerating.  I have grown so much in my 37 years!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.W. - true friend from ages 4-12&lt;br /&gt;K.W. and L.Y. - always there in elementary and Junior High&lt;br /&gt;KR, YB, LC - stood by me through High School (and Junior High)&lt;br /&gt;RP, HO, TA - helped me so much while I lived in Texas&lt;br /&gt;LS, TW, BT, CW, AP, JG, and the whole Balmoral Ward at church - walked with me through so much in Utah&lt;br /&gt;KC, KLB - who presently keep me from going crazy&lt;br /&gt;JM - who even though moves around a lot, still keeps her eye on me&lt;br /&gt;J.O. - who has been there through it all from age 11 to present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still keep in close touch with most of these fine women.  What a true gift they have all been to me!  To all of you, I wish to sincerely and with all my heart, thank you.  At times that could have been so lonely while I learned to grow up, and other times when I wished I were still a little kid spared from the challenges, and of course all the laughter too (which thankfully has been abundant)- you have carried my load.  I hope and pray that I have done the same for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, because that was all 'too deep' as Devon would say - we sold our house and I am presently packing like crazy!  We move into the new house next week and you have no idea how excited I am to be saying that.  Stay tuned for updates....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-6518794419374476012?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/6518794419374476012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=6518794419374476012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6518794419374476012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6518794419374476012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-friends.html' title='Good friends'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-2713528553113427058</id><published>2009-08-13T21:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:43:38.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay - I want it back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.faqs.org/photo-dict/photofiles/list/372/737umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.faqs.org/photo-dict/photofiles/list/372/737umbrella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to know, who stole my umbrella? Cause I really need it, and not because it's supposed to rain tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There is only one person who will understand this blog post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-2713528553113427058?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/2713528553113427058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=2713528553113427058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2713528553113427058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2713528553113427058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-i-want-it-back.html' title='Okay - I want it back!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-2031748829457010768</id><published>2009-08-02T13:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:54:35.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why should I fear?</title><content type='html'>I seem to have a re-occurring lesson in my life.  It is the battle of overcoming fear.  This usually comes during periods of change or great trials.  I panic.  I get anxious.  I, in truth, get a little crazy.  Thankfully, these bouts of fear are getting shorter in length as I mature (hopefully), but they re-occur nonetheless, reminding me that I need to ever be mindful of the greatest lesson .... FEAR AND FAITH CANNOT EXIST AT THE SAME TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during church I began looking up scriptures on fear.  I was reminded of the great story in 2 Kings where Elisha tells the servants of Israel as they approach battle, "Fear not, for they that be with us are more...and the Lord opened the eyes of the young man and he saw; and behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots."  I always like to imagine they that be with ME are more too, helping me in my daily battles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 27:1 - "The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?  the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?"  There are countless times in the scriptures that the Lord has said, "Be not afraid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Timothy 1:7 "For God has not given us the spirit of fear; but of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and of a sound mind."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this acronym - FEAR is False Evidence Appearing Real.  How often do I fear things, create this horrible scenarios, that never happen.  I am learning, however slowly it is, that pure faith will truly cast out all fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys asked me once, "What are you afraid of?"  Thinking I would say spiders or bats or something (eventhough I really do hate bats), I told them the only thing I really fear is if they were to ever not know Heavenly Father - to one day stop having the faith of His existence.  Because I believe so long as I have that knowledge, that anchor, I will be okay.  Come what may - I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fear not what man can do, for God shall be with you forever and ever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-2031748829457010768?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/2031748829457010768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=2031748829457010768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2031748829457010768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2031748829457010768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-should-i-fear.html' title='Why should I fear?'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-5943124180395983228</id><published>2009-07-23T06:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:37:45.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for change!</title><content type='html'>Usually I am up at 6:30am to do a workout.  Today, my workout is of a different nature.  It is called the cleaning workout.  Laundry, bathrooms, tidying, and finishing reno's so we can sell this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - you read correctly - we are moving.  I am beyond excited!  We bought a house on Monday night a block away from where we live now.  It is a gorgeous home fully renovated with a huge back yard.  I have known the people who are selling for several years and they are pretty happy to be selling to someone they know.  I was able to show the house to the boys before they left to be with their Dad for the rest of the summer.  They love it and have already picked out their bedrooms.  We will wait and move in the weekend they get back - August 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of this move is we stay in the same community, the boys stay in the same school, same church congregation, same commute to work, same gym to workout at, same off leash area to walk the dog - JUST MORE ROOM AND A GARAGE!  Chuck and I are so happy and excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the right time.  And as my husband said, "This is the house."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-5943124180395983228?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/5943124180395983228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=5943124180395983228' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5943124180395983228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5943124180395983228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/07/ready-for-change.html' title='Ready for change!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-4828651326949103573</id><published>2009-07-05T16:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:10:04.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Only the Strong Survive"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SlFclyBAIPI/AAAAAAAAArA/tn-a_uGOpDM/s1600-h/P1030435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355163236071121138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SlFclyBAIPI/AAAAAAAAArA/tn-a_uGOpDM/s200/P1030435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a beautiful day for a race. The lake was so calm and relatively warm. I had to take a perfect of its beauty before things got ugly with over 750 swimmers. I never did get the final count of how many people there were and I'm not sure I want to know. We took our traditional pre-race photo. Me in all my wetsuit and swim cap glory!! I know, it's a good look for me. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SlFaSrfHJgI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ifhpdAFJa40/s1600-h/P1030437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355160708877592066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SlFaSrfHJgI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ifhpdAFJa40/s200/P1030437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As predicted, the first 500 meters were brutal. This year I made the mistake of putting myself right in the fray. Let me tell you - dumb, dumb, dumb. I spent most of the first lap trying to kick people off my legs and keep them from swimming over top of me. I was so spent just from trying to stay afloat and not get angry. The second lap, I found lots of open water and finally, my stride. I swam hard and my arms are still so sore. It was not my best time nor my best experience. I collapsed on the beach as I got to Maryanne while she took the timing chip off my leg. I confess, I had a little cry. Something I have never done. I was pretty exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355112028680437874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SlEuBHnrQHI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/8ma9pzKYM-4/s200/P1030442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SlEuBQdNWqI/AAAAAAAAAqY/9Sld59Xqv3s/s1600-h/P1030445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355112031052454562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SlEuBQdNWqI/AAAAAAAAAqY/9Sld59Xqv3s/s200/P1030445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Chuck coming down the last block of the run. Yes, he is as tired as he looks. He had a great race and matched his personal best time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355112037158869330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SlEuBnNF2VI/AAAAAAAAAqg/vRmPLGbkcaU/s200/P1030451.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And here is team 807. Cheering on and bringing in Danuta from the run - a half marathon! The girls did great! Maryanne had an amazing 90km bike ride in spite of getting a flat front tire and Danuta handled the run in fine form!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SlFYBBG5d8I/AAAAAAAAAqo/LVAFa6vq7E0/s1600-h/P1030457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355158206420711362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SlFYBBG5d8I/AAAAAAAAAqo/LVAFa6vq7E0/s200/P1030457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so happy to have had the past three years racing with these ladies. They are strong, determined women. Next year? I think I am going to try this triathlon on my own - or at least try the bike or run with a new team. I would like a new challenge. The girls understand and as they will not do the lake swim, they are on the hunt for another swimmer. They have encouraged me to do the whole event and will cheer me on next year with whatever I decide to do. Since they are my sister-in-laws, they can't get rid of me!&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/6233017171132171028-4828651326949103573?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/4828651326949103573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=4828651326949103573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4828651326949103573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4828651326949103573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/07/only-strong-survive.html' title='&quot;Only the Strong Survive&quot;'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SlFclyBAIPI/AAAAAAAAArA/tn-a_uGOpDM/s72-c/P1030435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-5367152666173657293</id><published>2009-07-04T23:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:12:08.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of year again...</title><content type='html'>...time to swim with the masses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third team triathlon.  I am the swimmer again - 2km swim at Hubbles Lake.  I am not sure the actual number of people participating in the Great White North half Ironman tomorrow but it is never less then 700.  The first 500m is always the hardest as everyone is fighting for their space in the water.  There will be fists, elbows, feet, punching, kicking, flailing.  Then, I will find my 'zen' and swim my way to the finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it goes.  Next year?  I'm either doing the whole event myself or the cycling or running.  I think I've done my time in the water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-5367152666173657293?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/5367152666173657293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=5367152666173657293' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5367152666173657293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5367152666173657293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year again...'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-4279657686034341605</id><published>2009-06-23T18:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:28:14.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer + Birds + Flowers = Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SkFx-Nwmp0I/AAAAAAAAAp4/cqvUBkZIdXs/s1600-h/P1030412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350683145952208706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SkFx-Nwmp0I/AAAAAAAAAp4/cqvUBkZIdXs/s200/P1030412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SkFx9utuC_I/AAAAAAAAApw/KyEY3M5vhs4/s1600-h/P1030410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350683137618611186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SkFx9utuC_I/AAAAAAAAApw/KyEY3M5vhs4/s200/P1030410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Does anyone remember all the flowers I used to plant in front of my house in Utah?  I loved those retaining flower beds.  Well, I have finally re-created that on my back deck here in Edmonton.  It is a haven of pinks, reds, blue, purples.  Of healthy tomato and carrot plants.  With raspberry bushes in the back garden and a beautiful bird bath and bird feeder.  I just love to sit outside and take it all in.  It is truly healing.  Come on over and enjoy it with me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-4279657686034341605?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/4279657686034341605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=4279657686034341605' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4279657686034341605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4279657686034341605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-birds-flowers-healing.html' title='Summer + Birds + Flowers = Healing'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SkFx-Nwmp0I/AAAAAAAAAp4/cqvUBkZIdXs/s72-c/P1030412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-3895267211924394960</id><published>2009-06-02T08:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:39:31.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; started out with a 1km swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is perfect &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; - clear skies, no wind, and a high of 22 (or 74 for my US friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt; I am going to the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, I will be getting groceries, painting the shed, cleaning the laundry room, mowing the lawn, watering the lawn, dusting, going for a bike ride, booking a ticket to Utah, making dinner, and maybe sitting in my new lawn chair with a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  What's yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-3895267211924394960?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/3895267211924394960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=3895267211924394960' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/3895267211924394960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/3895267211924394960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/06/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-8270772507967035022</id><published>2009-05-29T22:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:18:56.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This month is such a special one...</title><content type='html'>I am behind a bit in all the things I wanted to blog about. I'll have to do this in parts. Here is part one - Birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I drove to a little sleepy town just an hour from the US border called Glenwood. Yes, here is the Glenwood sign with a lovely herd of cattle to greet me as I arrived. Glenwood air always seems to have a little hint of manure smell to it. Anyways, in this wee town is a wee house that my Grandparents (my Dad's parents) have lived in for, oh, over 65 years. And just passed the field is a large milk factory that used to be a little cheese factory started and run by my Grandpa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SiC8BibzkeI/AAAAAAAAApA/79sXaIOjQYE/s1600-h/P1030219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341475892670730722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SiC8BibzkeI/AAAAAAAAApA/79sXaIOjQYE/s200/P1030219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SiC8CApYQFI/AAAAAAAAApQ/xks0VpIT-lc/s1600-h/P1030194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341475900780724306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SiC8CApYQFI/AAAAAAAAApQ/xks0VpIT-lc/s200/P1030194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SiC8ByRmw9I/AAAAAAAAApI/FFDOOjpYHuQ/s1600-h/P1030191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341475896922915794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SiC8ByRmw9I/AAAAAAAAApI/FFDOOjpYHuQ/s200/P1030191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma passed away six years ago, and Grandpa lives there alone. My parents and I drove down to celebrate his 96th birthday! It was so good to see relatives that I have not seen in over 10 years. It was so memorable to sit with my Grandpa and visit with him and see him get teary eyed as his birthday cards were read to him. Grandpa can't see. He is blind in one eye and can only see faint shadows in the other. He is able to live alone because my Aunt lives close by and since he has been in the house so long, he knows where everything is. But the time is coming that he may need to move. He is forgetting many things. One night as we visited, Grandpa seemed very anxious and asking the same questions over and over. My Dad asked him,&lt;br /&gt;"Do you remember my daughter Lara?"&lt;br /&gt;Long pause. "Lara...."&lt;br /&gt;"When's the last time you saw her Dad?"&lt;br /&gt;LONG pause. "Today?"&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting right beside him. I wasn't hurt, just sad for him. He misses his wife. He misses being able to mow his lawn. He misses seeing faces. And I found myself over the weekend, praying that he could return to his Heavenly home and be with his family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great weekend. I have a frame in my house with the saying, "Other things may come and go, but we start and end with family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SiC8CYoiGNI/AAAAAAAAApY/NY_vwOijzlU/s1600-h/P1030214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341475907219626194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SiC8CYoiGNI/AAAAAAAAApY/NY_vwOijzlU/s200/P1030214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SiC8CpUXepI/AAAAAAAAApg/8Pd8RkS-2zQ/s1600-h/P1030213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341475911698446994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SiC8CpUXepI/AAAAAAAAApg/8Pd8RkS-2zQ/s200/P1030213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also glad to share this birthday month with my Granpda. I turned 37 on Monday. It was a ........ good day. I pause only because there are still some stresses at home - refer back to the blog "Have you seen an almost 16 year old"..... let's just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT - I got the COOOLEST gift from Chuck and a gift from the boys that I have ALLLLLWAYS wanted. The boys got me a birdbath for the garden (I haven't taken a picture yet) and Chuck got me my very own road bike. I call it the Blue Bullet cause it's fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SiDAG-dznfI/AAAAAAAAApo/urc_bc2TjEA/s1600-h/P1030228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341480384141172210" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SiDAG-dznfI/AAAAAAAAApo/urc_bc2TjEA/s200/P1030228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I rode it last night and I LOVE it!!! Summer is here and it's time to train!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-8270772507967035022?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/8270772507967035022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=8270772507967035022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8270772507967035022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8270772507967035022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-month-is-such-special-one.html' title='This month is such a special one...'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SiC8BibzkeI/AAAAAAAAApA/79sXaIOjQYE/s72-c/P1030219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-5946958367862793368</id><published>2009-05-19T18:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:34:56.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains and Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We escaped to Radium for the long weekend. This is one of my favorite places on the planet. Truly, I have a hard time picking between the mountains of British Columbia or the beaches of Maui. I think I was supposed to be a park ranger in the mountains but somehow in the path of life I took a different turn... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left a day early with Richard, Devon, and Cameron. We had so much fun together and so many laughs. Little inside jokes that for the rest of our lives only the four of us will understand, like..."Isn't that a Pokemon.." or "But wait..." or "Look it's an alligator.." or our favorite, "it was a cherry or an apple, only it was evil!" See, you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I challenged the boys to create different photo shots in our various activities. We went hiking and stood under holy arches, played baseball and cheered on an imaginary game, ate Screamers ice cream every day, and spent every night in the hot springs. Chuck took Devon and Richard for nine holes of golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNMLonK-aI/AAAAAAAAAoA/czWrn0uZtSI/s1600-h/P1030011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337693746128157090" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNMLonK-aI/AAAAAAAAAoA/czWrn0uZtSI/s200/P1030011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNMM8PK3OI/AAAAAAAAAog/EIwA9K4N4vk/s1600-h/P1030037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337693768576064738" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNMM8PK3OI/AAAAAAAAAog/EIwA9K4N4vk/s200/P1030037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNMMsNNExI/AAAAAAAAAoY/BqZgHI5JJKs/s1600-h/P1030157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337693764272853778" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNMMsNNExI/AAAAAAAAAoY/BqZgHI5JJKs/s200/P1030157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNN9ticLII/AAAAAAAAAow/FA84rA7ISlE/s1600-h/P1030059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337695705955576962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNN9ticLII/AAAAAAAAAow/FA84rA7ISlE/s200/P1030059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNMMLkx6FI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/As4jZj8E3IQ/s1600-h/P1030064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337693755513366610" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNMMLkx6FI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/As4jZj8E3IQ/s200/P1030064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNN9juMpKI/AAAAAAAAAoo/7uraHOTMlug/s1600-h/P1030009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337695703320536226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNN9juMpKI/AAAAAAAAAoo/7uraHOTMlug/s200/P1030009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Chuck and some friends that came on the trip with us, biked the Golden Triangle - or at least most of it. Great weather the first two days for biking, but the ride from Radium to Castle Junction was a bit chilly!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNMLxmgQYI/AAAAAAAAAoI/E3DGp7p3dL0/s1600-h/DSCF2027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337693748541276546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNMLxmgQYI/AAAAAAAAAoI/E3DGp7p3dL0/s200/DSCF2027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cameron taught me the biggest lesson of the weekend. While the older boys were golfing, Cameron and I ventured out to find some hikes. LONG story short, after two and a half hours of driving, we came upon a fallen pine tree on the road just two kilometers from the beginning of the trail!! I seriously fell apart, just cried right there on the road in front of the fallen tree which was too big to move and to high up to drive over. I apologized to Cameron for ruining such a beautiful day by just driving around the whole afternoon. He was amazing. Assured me that it wasn't my fault and that it was okay, the day wasn't ruined. He didn't complain once and was my comfort and my rock. When we picked up Chuck (and the boys from golfing), he listened to my story and being the excellent husband that he is (and knowing how much I love to hike with my boys), dropped off Cameron and I at a trail we know well and encouraged me to enjoy my time with Cameron. And I did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNPjqkStAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/HeD-a9mqCLw/s1600-h/P1030105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337697457504695298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNPjqkStAI/AAAAAAAAAo4/HeD-a9mqCLw/s200/P1030105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-5946958367862793368?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/5946958367862793368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=5946958367862793368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5946958367862793368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5946958367862793368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/05/mountains-and-men.html' title='Mountains and Men'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ShNMLonK-aI/AAAAAAAAAoA/czWrn0uZtSI/s72-c/P1030011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-6313698731414749767</id><published>2009-05-13T08:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:28:13.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crafty Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SgrfXp3WEBI/AAAAAAAAAn4/V5Y-dCY-nBw/s1600-h/P1010969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335322306041745426" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SgrfXp3WEBI/AAAAAAAAAn4/V5Y-dCY-nBw/s200/P1010969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SgrcDdJ1BNI/AAAAAAAAAno/2uJOOzSZwqU/s1600-h/P1010986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335318660497343698" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SgrcDdJ1BNI/AAAAAAAAAno/2uJOOzSZwqU/s200/P1010986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SgrcDkHiFEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/_5FHmqfe-co/s1600-h/P1010988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335318662366762050" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SgrcDkHiFEI/AAAAAAAAAnw/_5FHmqfe-co/s200/P1010988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335318343574278610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SgrbxAhe0dI/AAAAAAAAAng/ntgHNAHG4Ts/s200/P1010984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I don't know what I'm going to do when I go back to work! I have spent many days lately sewing and being crafty that it's becoming my new routine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday KariLynn and I created and finished fun projects. Maigan is modeling her new sun dress made from a pillowcase. Is that cute or what??? She was such a sweetheart running and jumping around in her new frock! AND she is no longer afraid of Pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the quilt for KariLynn's new baby. It was so fun to make and I'm glad she gave me the ideas, the fabric choices, and the inspiration. I haven't made a project like this in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what else? All this new focus has made me stop dreaming about going for a run. I'm still counting down the days though - two more weeks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-6313698731414749767?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/6313698731414749767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=6313698731414749767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6313698731414749767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6313698731414749767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/05/crafty-day.html' title='A Crafty Day'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SgrfXp3WEBI/AAAAAAAAAn4/V5Y-dCY-nBw/s72-c/P1010969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-6674446324082189596</id><published>2009-05-10T13:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:11:58.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SgcwIhEAs_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/EiH4pyxfwhE/s1600-h/P1010961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334285206515921906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SgcwIhEAs_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/EiH4pyxfwhE/s200/P1010961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if anyone remembers my post from last Mother's Day. I believe I wrote about how much I dislike Mother's Day. Well, I have a new perspective this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I was telling my Mom how I planned to NOT be home for Mother's Day. I wanted to be alone and not have to listen to fighting or have any home stress. (For those who know, there has been plenty of that the past month.) She called me a few minutes after we talked and said, "I hope your boys don't get the wrong impression if you take off on Mother's Day. I hope they don't think you find being their Mom just stressful." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wise words that at first I dismissed. Of course my kids know I love them and love being a Mom. But then I pondered her comments deeply. It is their day too. Their day to celebrate that they have a Mom. And I realized that I needed to change my attitude about the day. I told my boys (this includes Chuck when I say, "my boys"), that I wanted to make dinner cause I love to cook. I truly do and on Mother's Day I want to do the things I love. As for gifts - the best kind would be a letter from them. Other then that, I wanted the day to be pretty normal. Then I got a great idea. I typed up a Mother's Day Quiz. Let's see how well they know their Mom! It was fun to do - here are some sample questions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was little I was scared of&lt;br /&gt;a) Spiders&lt;br /&gt;b) The Dark&lt;br /&gt;c) My brother&lt;br /&gt;d) The boogie man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was little I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;a) A dancer&lt;br /&gt;b) A vet&lt;br /&gt;c) An Olympian&lt;br /&gt;c) A Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I competed in track and field my events were&lt;br /&gt;a) 200m, High Jump, Hurdles&lt;br /&gt;b) 400m, Hurdles, Long Jump&lt;br /&gt;c) 200m, 400m, Long Jump&lt;br /&gt;d) 400m, High Jump, Long Jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was my favourite book as a little girl?&lt;br /&gt;a) Curious George&lt;br /&gt;b) Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;c) Hansel and Gretel&lt;br /&gt;d) Scat Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys I dated were usually&lt;br /&gt;a) Jocks&lt;br /&gt;b) Geniuses&lt;br /&gt;c) The Preppies&lt;br /&gt;d) The strong silent type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always done what?&lt;br /&gt;a) Said my prayers&lt;br /&gt;b) Kept a journal&lt;br /&gt;c) Been a runner&lt;br /&gt;d) Watched hockey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I wish I could do again?&lt;br /&gt;a) Acting&lt;br /&gt;b) Fencing&lt;br /&gt;c) Dancing&lt;br /&gt;d) Learn a language&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What movie has scared me the most?&lt;br /&gt;a) I Am Legend&lt;br /&gt;b) Frankenstein&lt;br /&gt;c) The Shining&lt;br /&gt;d) Dracula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my favourite quote?&lt;br /&gt;a) When you come to the end of everything you know and the next step is into the darkness of the great unknown, you must believe one of two things. Either you will step out onto firm ground or you will be given wings to fly.&lt;br /&gt;b) There is beauty in the darkness could we but see, and to see we have only to look.&lt;br /&gt;c) To fight the bitterness of defeat and the weakness of grief. To smile when tears are close. To seek ever after the glory and the dream. To look up with unquenchable faith in something evermore about to be, that is what any man can do and so be great.&lt;br /&gt;d) Life will give you lemons and stumbling blocks and you can turn them into lemonade and stepping stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all the things I do, I consider being a Mother the most noble, most loving, and most important. And having a day to celebrate being a Mom can be a positive thing. Even if they don't give me gifts, or get along, or remember to say Happy Mother's Day, or clean up the kitchen - I know that I have been and am blessed to be a Mother. Lucky to see them grow and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;develop&lt;/span&gt;. Lucky to help mold them and guide them. Lucky to be a mediator of fights and to even clean up after feeding them healthy meal. Lucky to see them safe at home each night and lucky to hear them say, even if it's not often enough, "Thanks Mom."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all my female friends (because we are ALL Mother's) celebrate this day! Claim it as your own in whatever way you want to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334289876542073954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Sgc0YWRArGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rP00JXllCM4/s200/P1010963.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I had to get Richard to take this picture. I call it - Beauty Amongst Destruction - we're building a new fence!)&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/6233017171132171028-6674446324082189596?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/6674446324082189596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=6674446324082189596' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6674446324082189596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6674446324082189596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SgcwIhEAs_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/EiH4pyxfwhE/s72-c/P1010961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-43437086786927890</id><published>2009-05-05T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:18:18.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay - if I can't run....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SgDlRhhjp7I/AAAAAAAAAmw/w-lvIalgqKQ/s1600-h/poppies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332514048026322866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SgDlRhhjp7I/AAAAAAAAAmw/w-lvIalgqKQ/s200/poppies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'll make crafts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-43437086786927890?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/43437086786927890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=43437086786927890' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/43437086786927890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/43437086786927890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-if-i-cant-run.html' title='Okay - if I can&apos;t run....'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SgDlRhhjp7I/AAAAAAAAAmw/w-lvIalgqKQ/s72-c/poppies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-3183880841540620370</id><published>2009-04-30T09:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:33:31.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I say...</title><content type='html'>It's been 10 days.  So far, I have read four books, watched three movies, looked through two recipe books (front to back), visited with friends, taught Devon and Cameron how to make Satay Chicken with cucumber salad and cornbread, handled major life issues at home (all in regards to the blessed 16 year old), and taken Devon to get his cast off.  Of course there are other little items mixed in here and there.  It may sound like a lot, but it truly isn't... for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really trying to stay focused.  But today it's a bit tough.  I need a cardio fix.  I really miss swimming 1500 meters in the pool.  I miss swimming 50 meters!!  I miss running with the dog in the morning to clear my head and plan out the day.  I miss just walking the dog!  I miss being able to work outside getting the lawn and garden ready for spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...enough.  I am grateful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amazing friends that I can call, email, or chat with me on FB.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Four boys who are really stepping up to the plate to help me with anything and everything including cleaning up all the watermelon I spilled on the floor yesterday cause I can get down to do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being able to help Cameron de-junk his room.  I just sat and guided him and he did it all.  Cameron has a hard time parting with things and he did sooooo good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband who says kind things to me to boost my spirits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sunshine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our friend John who brought us dinner from the Olive Garden last night.  The boys were beyond words at the awesome-ness of all the food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Devon.  Last night he said to me, "Mom, there are five things I know.  I'm going to finish High School, never do drugs, have a job, have a family, have a dog."  I could have cried!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;How can I not feel better after a list like that???   &lt;br /&gt;Lara, be still.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-3183880841540620370?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/3183880841540620370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=3183880841540620370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/3183880841540620370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/3183880841540620370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-can-i-say.html' title='What can I say...'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-869044083133215460</id><published>2009-04-22T14:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:42:35.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The De-Briefing</title><content type='html'>I am at my Mom's. Release from the hospital this morning, surgery was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt. Managed two laps around my parents kitchen and that was all I wanted. I am supposed to walk a little each day. Well, that's it for today I guarantee it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a mass blog/email update to everyone wanting some news. I apologize for the poor quality and lack of enthusiasm, but sitting hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to all for your prayers and best wishes. It means the world to me! Thanks to Kari-Lynn and Tonikka for stopping in. Sad that Kari-Lynn is in the hospital too - being monitored. But it was great to have her for company late at night - thanks for the laughs even if it did hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until a less painful day - everyone take good care and enjoy the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-869044083133215460?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/869044083133215460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=869044083133215460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/869044083133215460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/869044083133215460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-briefing.html' title='The De-Briefing'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-1561751305392023025</id><published>2009-04-15T21:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:36:34.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not going to complain.</title><content type='html'>I have felt really good lately. The best in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My health is good (aside from a still broken toe from Maui and bad knee pain), my head is clear, home life is stable (as stable as it gets at my house), and work is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I am having some minor surgery done. Nothing serious, just something that has needed fixing for a long time and I finally have the courage to get it done. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I love when I say this to certain friends and they say, "Are you getting a boob job?" followed by hysterical laughter - no, that is in fact not what I'm having surgery for.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have to take a break from the things I love for four weeks. No running, swimming, any lifting, and all massage work - YIKES - these activities secure my mental well being!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to complain, or at least try really hard not to. I have spent the past few days thinking of things I &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; do. I put aside books that I have been wanting to read. I have dusted off massage manuals that need review for continuing credit hours. I have made a list of movies I want to see. And a list of phone calls to people I have be meaning to call. I can go for walks during my favorite time of year. I am going to practice the piano. And, I can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tells me this will be a good break for me. Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question to all of you is, if you had to take a month off, what would you do with your time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-1561751305392023025?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/1561751305392023025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=1561751305392023025' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1561751305392023025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1561751305392023025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-going-to-complain.html' title='I&apos;m not going to complain.'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-4178807589523168119</id><published>2009-04-03T19:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:09:54.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three days of fun - Texas Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Sda-_yPM0vI/AAAAAAAAAmg/HacUBciBmWw/s1600-h/Texas+2009+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320650012811383538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Sda-_yPM0vI/AAAAAAAAAmg/HacUBciBmWw/s200/Texas+2009+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Sda-_iHdTlI/AAAAAAAAAmY/WJ5sLZ0cUFo/s1600-h/Texas+2009+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320650008483941970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Sda-_iHdTlI/AAAAAAAAAmY/WJ5sLZ0cUFo/s200/Texas+2009+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Sda-_d6TpBI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Wcj4Ag44ns4/s1600-h/Texas+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320650007355040786" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Sda-_d6TpBI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Wcj4Ag44ns4/s200/Texas+2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Sda-__iLvKI/AAAAAAAAAmo/GQffHKUZKAQ/s1600-h/Texas+2009+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320650016380664994" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Sda-__iLvKI/AAAAAAAAAmo/GQffHKUZKAQ/s200/Texas+2009+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Sda-_Fd1hkI/AAAAAAAAAmI/BDUG9Z73hLA/s1600-h/Texas+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320650000793175618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Sda-_Fd1hkI/AAAAAAAAAmI/BDUG9Z73hLA/s200/Texas+2009+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I got home from my trip to the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex. I had a wonderful time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to live in Irving Texas. That was many years ago and in a whole other lifetime. I haven't been back in over 10 years.  Since this is my 'year for me', I decided it was time for a trip back to visit my good friend Teresa.  Her and I went to massage school together and we have kept in touch over the years.  She was kind enough to invite me back and we had a FANTASTIC time together.  We got pedicures, massages (it was fun to give her a massage after all this time), shopping (oh my, how fun!), out for lunches at Souper Salad and another great cafe, Babe's for dinner (again, oh MY!!!  The best fried chicken but watch out for their Baby Rattlers), painting pottery (I created a saucy bowl), a leisurely stroll through the flower gardens in Dallas (amazing!), and lots of time to visit and get caught up.  I was even blessed to a good 'ol Texas thunder storm.  It felt like I was gone for a week we did so many things together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot thank her enough.  It was healing and rejuvenating.  Good memories Teresa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time, chat with ya'll later.&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/6233017171132171028-4178807589523168119?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/4178807589523168119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=4178807589523168119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4178807589523168119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4178807589523168119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-days-of-fun-texas-style.html' title='Three days of fun - Texas Style'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Sda-_yPM0vI/AAAAAAAAAmg/HacUBciBmWw/s72-c/Texas+2009+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-9204110471653135132</id><published>2009-03-22T01:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:15:10.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Has anyone seen a soon to be 16 year old?</title><content type='html'>It's 1:13am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard's curfew is midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck is crazy worried.  I am a mix of worried and disappointed.  What is a parent to think when they receive no phone call, when there were promises of a phone call by 11:30pm?  Richard's never done this before.  This isn't going to be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-9204110471653135132?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/9204110471653135132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=9204110471653135132' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/9204110471653135132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/9204110471653135132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/03/has-anyone-seen-soon-to-be-16-year-old.html' title='Has anyone seen a soon to be 16 year old?'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-1063234661364140518</id><published>2009-03-17T16:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:16:36.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Break We Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ScAgV6IFKrI/AAAAAAAAAlg/P_0GUl03n4k/s1600-h/P1010873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314283121049676466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ScAgV6IFKrI/AAAAAAAAAlg/P_0GUl03n4k/s200/P1010873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ScAgWrCKOXI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Y_VQEQP4Okg/s1600-h/P1010813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314283134178179442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ScAgWrCKOXI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Y_VQEQP4Okg/s200/P1010813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ScAgWZyuMwI/AAAAAAAAAlw/GXYowWs938k/s1600-h/P1010684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314283129550025474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ScAgWZyuMwI/AAAAAAAAAlw/GXYowWs938k/s200/P1010684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ScAgW1VsH6I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Mw5AsO0f8oQ/s1600-h/P1010773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314283136944447394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ScAgW1VsH6I/AAAAAAAAAmA/Mw5AsO0f8oQ/s200/P1010773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ScAgWM3IhYI/AAAAAAAAAlo/_e3NRyC9HVs/s1600-h/P1010720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314283126078866818" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ScAgWM3IhYI/AAAAAAAAAlo/_e3NRyC9HVs/s200/P1010720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I arrived back home from an eight day trip to Maui. I won't share many details except to say it was a wonderful vacation for Chuck and I.  We needed some time to catch our breathe and be together.  I am so glad I went - that was not originally the plan and a handful of people know that story.  That doesn't matter now - we had an amazing time together.  And on my last day there (I spent the last day alone as Chuck flew home the day before), I wrote my latest favorite quote in the sand to remind me when I got home, to love the life I have!&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/6233017171132171028-1063234661364140518?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/1063234661364140518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=1063234661364140518' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1063234661364140518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1063234661364140518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-we-needed.html' title='The Break We Needed'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/ScAgV6IFKrI/AAAAAAAAAlg/P_0GUl03n4k/s72-c/P1010873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-8462116371692825459</id><published>2009-03-06T22:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:36:19.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When?  Okay, right now.</title><content type='html'>On my to do list - it's says "Blog".  While I am not going to post anything huge, because I have little time, I am at least posting something so that it can be scratched off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving for Maui tomorrow!  And I don't care if there is a chance of rain there.  I'm leaving.  Even just the plane ride is a vacation for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my quick funny story from work that Kim requested - it's short by PG rated.  A gentleman came for a massage, a client that comes once a month.  I knocked on the door as I normally do and asked, "are you ready?"  He said yes and as I opened the door he said, "Do me."  Now...I knew what he meant, he was ready for his massage, thank goodness.  And he knew what he really meant, but realized how very poorly that sounded and was so embarrassed.  It took me at least 10 minutes to convince him it was okay and I wasn't going to kick him out.  But, I still remember it with a chuckle.  Be careful what you say at the massage therapist's clinic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I get home - everyone take care and pray for spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-8462116371692825459?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/8462116371692825459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=8462116371692825459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8462116371692825459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8462116371692825459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-okay-right-now.html' title='When?  Okay, right now.'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-5259130584772992863</id><published>2009-02-08T14:19:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:53:04.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, you asked for it....</title><content type='html'>I'm well and whole again - well, that's debatable. I am at least without the 'plague' and making an appointment to see a Naturopath because I am determined to boost my ailing immunity. But enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who gave me some suggestions about what to blog about. I will fulfill all these requests in order, beginning with Lia. Yes my dear, you asked for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about my amazing friend Lia is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Her laugh - especially her "tee hee".&lt;br /&gt;2. Her smile, the way her eyes light up.&lt;br /&gt;3. She is real, not fake, not poised - REAL. Like, say-it-how-it-is real, tell-it-like-it-is real. Really REAL.&lt;br /&gt;4. Her devotion to her husband and family. You can tell how much she loves them, just read her blog!&lt;br /&gt;5. Her faith in God. She knows where to go when life is tough.&lt;br /&gt;6. Her passion for soccer watching and cheering.&lt;br /&gt;7. Her eye for home decorating - beautiful house Lia!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. That she loves me even when I dumped a bottle of pink cream soda on her white pants. Now that's true friendship - and I even love her when she returned the favor with root beer dumped on me.&lt;br /&gt;9. Our movie outings - Time Machine(??) and Charlies Angels&lt;br /&gt;10. Her love of good music and good books.&lt;br /&gt;11. Her serious side (okay I admit I gave a little chuckle as I wrote this)! Seriously - she has a deep serious side with great insights, advice, and spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;12. Her ability to make friends quickly with her winning charm and wit.&lt;br /&gt;13. Her new-found sewing skills!&lt;br /&gt;14. Her favorite colors of pink and yellow!&lt;br /&gt;15. And last but not least - her kisses - see photo evidence below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SY9NUVHwHeI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Z9qPmKy7hFM/s1600-h/Girls+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300540298100743650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SY9NUVHwHeI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Z9qPmKy7hFM/s200/Girls+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SY9TDAzQ26I/AAAAAAAAAlA/bSAfvejB2Cc/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300546597658090402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SY9TDAzQ26I/AAAAAAAAAlA/bSAfvejB2Cc/s200/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SY9NUY5rrfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/F5iuDf6KFAc/s1600-h/Me+and+Lia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300540299115474418" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SY9NUY5rrfI/AAAAAAAAAkw/F5iuDf6KFAc/s200/Me+and+Lia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SY9NUJnsUqI/AAAAAAAAAko/chkOR8-92pk/s1600-h/IMG_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SY9TDSt9TVI/AAAAAAAAAlI/YzvQrvHfAnU/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300546602467675474" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SY9TDSt9TVI/AAAAAAAAAlI/YzvQrvHfAnU/s200/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times - good memories - shared laughter and tears! Love you Lia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned next time for Kim`s suggestion of a funny moment at work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-5259130584772992863?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/5259130584772992863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=5259130584772992863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5259130584772992863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5259130584772992863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-you-asked-for-it.html' title='Okay, you asked for it....'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SY9NUVHwHeI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Z9qPmKy7hFM/s72-c/Girls+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-4627047985696661083</id><published>2009-01-27T17:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:54:31.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thesaurus of Terms</title><content type='html'>I am not well. I jinxed myself by saying way too many times, "I haven't been sick in months. I have actually been healthy for a long time!!!" Dumb, dumb, dumb. I know better. The worry is this plague has settled into my lungs again - not good. But to liven my mind and add to my knowledge, I have looked up as many ways as I can to say 'sick'. (Yes, very exciting I know. I could watch a movie, read, sleep, take a warm bath - no, I'll read a thesaurus - I MUST be sick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ailing - yes, this is day three&lt;br /&gt;Bedridden - not yet, only because I refuse to be&lt;br /&gt;Debilitated - again, I refuse to be&lt;br /&gt;Defective - well, I'm always a little defective&lt;br /&gt;Delicate - yep, please don't speak too loud it really hurts my ears and head&lt;br /&gt;Diseased - probably since I caught this from Devon&lt;br /&gt;Disordered - even in my illness, I maintain some sense of order&lt;br /&gt;Down - yes I'm down! I can't go workout!&lt;br /&gt;Feeble - I tried to walk the dog......I was very slow....&lt;br /&gt;Feverish - not yet&lt;br /&gt;Frail - I'm told I look frail&lt;br /&gt;Ill - obviously&lt;br /&gt;Impaired - I wonder what that would be like to be sick AND impaired????&lt;br /&gt;Imperfect - don't be ridiculous, that's not possible (I'm sooooo kidding)&lt;br /&gt;Incurable - nah, I'll kick this plague too&lt;br /&gt;Indisposed - I should be but I'm still working&lt;br /&gt;Infirm - meaning, the opposite of firm? I am firm in some things, just not my ability to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Invalid - yep&lt;br /&gt;Lousy - yes, I just told my Mom over the phone that I feel lousy.&lt;br /&gt;Nauseated - no, thank heavens!&lt;br /&gt;Qualmish - good word! but no, I don't feel qualmish&lt;br /&gt;Rotten - yes, rotten and lousy go well together&lt;br /&gt;Run down - yes, and my body is telling me to get back to bed&lt;br /&gt;Suffering - every time I cough&lt;br /&gt;Under the weather - but the weather is nice right now.....&lt;br /&gt;Unhealthy - yah&lt;br /&gt;Weak - yes, much to my dismay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a healthy week and lighter reading then a Thesaurus!&lt;br /&gt;Please, someone send me a topic to write about!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-4627047985696661083?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/4627047985696661083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=4627047985696661083' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4627047985696661083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4627047985696661083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/01/thesaurus-of-terms.html' title='A Thesaurus of Terms'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-2625510723460599788</id><published>2009-01-13T16:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:47:42.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a load of laundry in the washer and dryer - almost done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner is in the oven - Devon has started helping make dinner with me each night.  He was told that girls like it when guys know how to cook.  I LOVE IT!  And he is enjoying our time together.  Last night we made Three Cheese Manicotti and tonight is Chicken Rice Casserole.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Devon is doing homework in his room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cameron is at cubs - skating and tobogganing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cameron's homework is done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chuck is with Richard at an appointment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pele had a fun walk in the DEEP snow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoyed ten minutes at the tanning salon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The house is cleaned and vacuumed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Devon has YM's tonight + Cameron has basketball + Richard has a date with his Mom = quiet house for me and Chuck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoyed a morning swim with my Mom - she is taking swimming lessons from me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AND the weather is warmer!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now - I can sit back and watch some mindless television.  NCIS and American Idol tonight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All together now - BIG SIGH - aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and a funny story to add.   A few nights ago Cameron decided he wanted to have a bubble bath.  Sure, no problem.  I came in a little while later to get something from the bathroom and when I opened the door I was overcome by the intense aroma of bath bubbles.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Cameron, how much bubble bath did you put in?"&lt;br /&gt;Cameron sticks his hand out from behind the shower curtain and shows me a HALF EMPTY bottle of bubble bath that was full! &lt;br /&gt;We had a little lesson that when something like "YOU ONLY NEEDED ONE CAPFUL!"&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom smelled like peaches for days - so did Cameron!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-2625510723460599788?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/2625510723460599788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=2625510723460599788' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2625510723460599788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2625510723460599788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-sigh.html' title='Big Sigh'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-2462576844332032586</id><published>2009-01-09T11:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:32:00.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more - part two.</title><content type='html'>To fully appreciate this post, you will have to read the previous post simply titled - No More.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at work today, all bundled up, walked in the office door and was greeted by a blast of cool air.  The heat was not working in our office.  This poses a bit of a problem as clients don't like a cold office for their massages.  Armed with a space heater and hot water - I began heating the room and my lotions.  We survived - but it was a cruel reminder of the cold, cold, cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However - I will say that when I left to drive home, the temperature outside had risen quite a bit.  I may actually be able to be outside later today and walk the dog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-2462576844332032586?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/2462576844332032586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=2462576844332032586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2462576844332032586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2462576844332032586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more-part-two.html' title='No more - part two.'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-175173312886143019</id><published>2009-01-09T08:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:19:59.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more.</title><content type='html'>I just can't handle this cold weather anymore! The bite to the air and the dreariness is really starting to get to me mentally. To my southern friends, it has been about -4 degrees F to -22 degrees F for at least three and a half weeks now. The blizzarding snow yesterday was beautiful, but the wind was brutal. This morning, a lady who ran outside with Chuck and others (yes, it was a crazy thing to do) returned from the run in a bit of trouble. I hope she didn't get frostbite on her hands and face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forecast says the temperature is supposed to warm up today to around the freezing mark. Please. Seriously...please let it be so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-175173312886143019?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/175173312886143019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=175173312886143019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/175173312886143019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/175173312886143019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more.html' title='No more.'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-3466989077240711233</id><published>2008-12-29T16:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:02:01.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help...I need to hear the music...</title><content type='html'>Okay - I have a request to make of EVERYONE.  I need to know what your favorite songs are right now.  Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck teaches a cycling class (spin class) every Thursday morning.  He is in serious need of some good, current songs to download to his IPod.  I think, no, I know, the class is getting tired of the same songs each week.  I know I am!  So, keep in mind, these songs need to be face paced and upbeat, songs you would workout to.  I'll need the song and artist name so I can create a new playlist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously - on behalf of all 20 people in the YMCA Thursday morning spin class - THANK YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-3466989077240711233?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/3466989077240711233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=3466989077240711233' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/3466989077240711233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/3466989077240711233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/12/helpi-need-to-hear-music.html' title='Help...I need to hear the music...'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-8050388735614997675</id><published>2008-12-24T19:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T20:03:17.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVL1vp24PaI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ITfAJ9meVww/s1600-h/P1010504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283555511897701794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVL1vp24PaI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ITfAJ9meVww/s200/P1010504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; This turned out to be a very good day. The boys got off okay and arrived safely to be with Dale and I got a glorious two hour nap this afternoon. The turkey is in the oven, almost done, a fire in the fireplace, and I'm very hungry.&lt;br /&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;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we took Chuck's Mom to mass at the Catholic church. I have never been and I enjoyed the experience. The priest called up all the children at one point and talked to them about the Christmas story - it was so tender with some comical comments from the kids.  Now, John and Richard are playing guitar hero (my background music while I type this blog), Chuck and his Mom are playing Cribbage, and I'm waiting for the turkey to be done.  I love making turkey dinner.  Here are some photos of the boys opening their presents with us on Monday night.  Richard scored for getting the favorite presents - thus the hug he is getting from Cameron.  Devon is carefully polishing each model car to match the new on he got from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a picture of Chuck's birthday dessert - he is halfway to 90 now!  HAHAHA!  Our good friend makes Ice Cream crepes for him every year.  About 1000 calories in each one.  Chuck ate two in one sitting.  And another picture of Chuck drinking from his 'chalice' at my work party.  It was a very fun evening with much silliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course there is Pele - one year later.  We got her on Christmas Eve last year - she has been a perfect addition to our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas everyone.  I love this time of year.  It is my spring board into the New Year.  And each year brings more challenges, more blessings, and I hope brings me closer to Heavenly Father.  I truly do love you all, my very dear friends.  Thank you for all you have done and continue to do for me.  Know that you have ALL touched me and added to my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVL1u8td_xI/AAAAAAAAAi4/BFVNEvMSt8g/s1600-h/P1010513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283555499778637586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVL1u8td_xI/AAAAAAAAAi4/BFVNEvMSt8g/s200/P1010513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVL1uzvJlNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/N2ipzdzAhyY/s1600-h/P1010515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283555497369769170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVL1uzvJlNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/N2ipzdzAhyY/s200/P1010515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVL1vDPONKI/AAAAAAAAAjI/JmjAvC8_ORo/s1600-h/P1010518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283555501530821794" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVL1vDPONKI/AAAAAAAAAjI/JmjAvC8_ORo/s200/P1010518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVL1_YLxv_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/_2ZKhUJR3XQ/s1600-h/P1010512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283555782031425522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVL1_YLxv_I/AAAAAAAAAjo/_2ZKhUJR3XQ/s200/P1010512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVL1_NDhgvI/AAAAAAAAAjg/L76V5QX8fHc/s1600-h/Christmas+Party+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283555779044016882" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVL1_NDhgvI/AAAAAAAAAjg/L76V5QX8fHc/s200/Christmas+Party+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVL1vWCjZqI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/2V6-_R8WcN0/s1600-h/P1010521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283555506577958562" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVL1vWCjZqI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/2V6-_R8WcN0/s200/P1010521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6233017171132171028-8050388735614997675?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/8050388735614997675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=8050388735614997675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8050388735614997675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8050388735614997675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVL1vp24PaI/AAAAAAAAAjY/ITfAJ9meVww/s72-c/P1010504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-8645475965698171645</id><published>2008-12-23T22:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:19:28.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More to follow...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I will put Devon and Cameron on a plane to see their Dad for Christmas.  We will be getting up at 5:30am.  It's okay - fact of life and I try to make the best of it.  We have had a great start to the Christmas holidays with them.  They opened their presents from us on Monday night and we have enjoyed watching many movies and lots of junk food.  I will miss them, but I am happy they are loved by so many people - here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-8645475965698171645?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/8645475965698171645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=8645475965698171645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8645475965698171645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8645475965698171645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-to-follow.html' title='More to follow...'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-5931148114097493037</id><published>2008-12-07T11:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:33:35.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/STwTuX1-FLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/b0f7vWLN-FE/s1600-h/P1010358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277114550766671026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/STwTuX1-FLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/b0f7vWLN-FE/s200/P1010358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the midst of&lt;/span&gt; some personal stress (namely teenager issues), I am so grateful for the Christmas season.  I love this time of year with every bit of me!  I love the colors, the smells, the carols, the giving.  In keeping with traditions, my sister and I always kick off the season with our weekend shopping trip in November.  We like to get our shopping done early to avoid having to be in the stores in December.  We have so much fun together.  I spend the weekend at her place and we stay up late watching movies and eating junk.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Next is the Festival of Trees - again an outing with my sister.  I think our favorite part is the gingerbread houses and decorated cakes.  You get to vote which is your favorite.  It amazes me how people come up with different designs every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then - putting up the Christmas tree.  I have learned to let the boys decorate the tree - placing the ornaments wherever they choose.  AND I have also learned to not move a single ornament to where I think it should hang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Decorating the house is my job and I relish in it.  I look for different nativity sets each year - usually ones with just Mary, Joseph and Jesus.  I decorate the house with stars, angels, nativities, with the occasional Santa's and the word "BELIEVE".  Another favorite is a framed Christmas card of the three wish men and the saying, "Wise Men Still Seek Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I forgot to mention Christmas music - this started long before all the above.  I love the sounds of carols.  And I love to sing with the choir.  In fact - I need to go get ready for choir RIGHT NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!  Believe, worship, celebrate!&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/6233017171132171028-5931148114097493037?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/5931148114097493037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=5931148114097493037' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5931148114097493037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5931148114097493037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-favorite-things.html' title='My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/STwTuX1-FLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/b0f7vWLN-FE/s72-c/P1010358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-116593507590922724</id><published>2008-11-20T16:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:25:30.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies...</title><content type='html'>I have been busy.&lt;br /&gt;Is it time for a list?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Richard just finished his two week plus two day grounding.  In the interest of keeping some things private, I won't say why he was grounded.  When he finally got his IPod back he told Chuck, "it's like having my old friend back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I spent last weekend shopping for Christmas gifts with my sister.  It was our annual shopping weekend that we usually do in Montana.  But the Canadian dollar has dropped, the whole economy has dropped, so we stayed here to shop.  I spent the weekend at her condo and had my break from parenting too.  We had a GREAT weekend together and also did a tonne of re-organizing in her condo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Work. Work. Work.  I have no openings for massages until mid January.  I'm not complaining.  But I forgot to book MY massage.  My right arm goes numb when I'm typing, sleeping, working out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Devon's 13th birthday is this Saturday.  I don't know which he's more excited for - his birthday or that he doesn't have to do piano anymore.  I made a deal with the boys when they were seven - they had to take piano lessons from me until they turned 13, then they could decide to quit or continue.  Devon is quitting.  He has been counting down the days.  Too bad - he's quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  On Tuesday nights, Cameron has cubs 4:30-6:00pm, then basketball from 7:00-8:00pm.  Devon has basketball from 7:00-8:00pm.  Richard has indoor soccer from 7:00-8:45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I am working on two photo books for Christmas presents - one for Chuck and one for the family.  Really fun to do, but time consuming as I am scanning old photos.  I'm making them from &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"&gt;www.shutterfly.com&lt;/a&gt;  Chuck's book is a compilation of all his triathlons, marathons, road races, etc.  Shhhhhhh - don't tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Christmas is just over a month away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I'm reading The Red Tent and need to read Three Cups of Tea by next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  5:45am workouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Busy with all the other odds and ends of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is home now, gotta run - what's keeping you busy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-116593507590922724?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/116593507590922724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=116593507590922724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/116593507590922724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/116593507590922724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-flies.html' title='Time flies...'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-4632507662537051425</id><published>2008-11-04T11:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:36:17.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SRCQS6MAh8I/AAAAAAAAAiA/yxpZ1Yxry_M/s1600-h/P1010274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264866618927777730" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SRCQS6MAh8I/AAAAAAAAAiA/yxpZ1Yxry_M/s200/P1010274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SRCQSBt2SZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/8yfQWW-Xj9I/s1600-h/P1010279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264866603768891794" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SRCQSBt2SZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/8yfQWW-Xj9I/s200/P1010279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SRCQR7aNh3I/AAAAAAAAAho/4lSOUAm6IaU/s1600-h/P1010278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264866602075916146" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SRCQR7aNh3I/AAAAAAAAAho/4lSOUAm6IaU/s200/P1010278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today will bring many changes.  While I am Canadian, I follow the US politics closely.  Our whole family is anxious to watch the results together tonight.  I hope everyone who can will get out there and vote.  It is a privilege and a duty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There is also the change of seasons happening.  We have not had snow yet - very odd.  But we had thick frost last night and the forecast calls for snow this week.  I took advantage of the brisk morning by taking Pele for a walk on our favorite ravine path.  Seeing her play in the leaves always makes me laugh.  She is such a happy dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SRCQSecNHnI/AAAAAAAAAh4/_fGYRdtXTrA/s1600-h/P1010292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264866611479518834" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SRCQSecNHnI/AAAAAAAAAh4/_fGYRdtXTrA/s200/P1010292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SRCQRqNbxaI/AAAAAAAAAhg/wWsUWu789i8/s1600-h/P1010282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264866597458920866" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SRCQRqNbxaI/AAAAAAAAAhg/wWsUWu789i8/s200/P1010282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have been thinking of other changes.  Chuck and I recently celebrated our sixth anniversary.  Each anniversary is a big event for us as it means another year of growing together, blending together, and reflecting on how much has changed.  To celebrate, Chuck suggested we go to Rexall Place the night of the Celine Dion concert and try to get tickets.  We had the worst wind storm that day and night - truly the worst on record - with cold gusts.  In the past, I would have said, "no way - it's cold and I don't really like Celine Dion".  But I have changed.  I have learned to embrace Chuck's spontaneity and his high energy.  I explained to someone, "Chuck is like one of those wild horses that just isn't meant to be tamed."  He liked that description.  So instead of shutting down his suggestion, I said, "Sure, why not."  As we walked around the concert arena, I was so excited.  We had no idea if we could get tickets, but we enjoyed being together.  Well, we did get tickets, really GOOD tickets, and the concert was amazing.  The hi-lights for me were seeing how much Chuck enjoyed the show (I think he has a crush on Celine) and hearing her sing "My Love".   We have stuck together through much and keep building and securing the foundation of our marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Change is good.  &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/6233017171132171028-4632507662537051425?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/4632507662537051425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=4632507662537051425' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4632507662537051425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4632507662537051425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/11/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SRCQS6MAh8I/AAAAAAAAAiA/yxpZ1Yxry_M/s72-c/P1010274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-393293655942690173</id><published>2008-10-23T18:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:35:48.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say NBA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SQEcx55XZjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/b4776dnHRIE/s1600-h/Raptor%27s+Game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260517483426047538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SQEcx55XZjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/b4776dnHRIE/s200/Raptor%27s+Game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SQEcxvTyI0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/N23EnGlYHfY/s1600-h/Rapter%27s+Game+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260517480584061762" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SQEcxvTyI0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/N23EnGlYHfY/s200/Rapter%27s+Game+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron had a cool experience on Tuesday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not very often an NBA basketball game comes to our city.  It's all about hockey here! Canada only has two NBA teams - one on the east coast and one on the west.  Rexall Place is usually home to the best ice in Canada and NHL games.  But on Tuesday, the ice was covered and a basketball court was created.  Cameron plays basketball for our community league.  Someone who knows someone, was able to get tickets for 10 lucky kids to not only go to the game, but play a game for the halftime show.  Cameron was so excited.  Not even his high fever and aching head could stop him from going.  So, we filled him with Tylenol during the day, kept him home from school so he could rest for the big game.  I know, our parental priorities were a bit askew.  The kids got a Toronto Raptors t-shirt (you can see Cameron's being signed by Jamario Moon), a basketball jersey, head band, wrist band, and a great memory.  One of the sport photographers took these pictures and gave a disc to our friend who set the event up.  Chuck and Cameron had a great night together.  But, after halftime, Cameron was ready to come home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spent the rest of this week in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-393293655942690173?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/393293655942690173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=393293655942690173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/393293655942690173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/393293655942690173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-you-say-nba.html' title='Can you say NBA?'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SQEcx55XZjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/b4776dnHRIE/s72-c/Raptor%27s+Game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-1580575957567442779</id><published>2008-10-16T21:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:01:52.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Memories</title><content type='html'>The other night at girls' night, I was amazed on how well Heather new the theme songs to the good ol TV shows.  It got me thinking of all the shows I loved - man, I watched a lot of TV as a teenager.   Maybe you watched these too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Facts of Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Different Strokes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Growing Pains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gilligans Island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One Day at a Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mel's Diner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lavern and Shirley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three's Company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moonlighting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scarecrow and Mrs.King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MacGyver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The A Team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knight Rider&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remington Steele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Million Dollar Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Hulk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bionic Woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Super Woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duke of Hazard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silver Spoons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dallas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love Boat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fantasy Island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CHIPS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M.A.S.H.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Magnum PI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Murder She Wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miami Vice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yep - I watched them all.  Maybe I should stop worrying so much about how much TV the boys watch.  Afterall, they're addicted to the DVD's of Hogan's Heroes, Get Smart, Giligan's Island....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-1580575957567442779?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/1580575957567442779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=1580575957567442779' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1580575957567442779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1580575957567442779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/10/tv-memories.html' title='TV Memories'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-1850615566436001649</id><published>2008-10-14T16:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:04:51.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A typical day...</title><content type='html'>Our fellow blogger the 'Piano Mom' has tagged us all and I accept this challenge to list what a typical day is like for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45am - Get up and go the gym to workout for an hour or take Pele for a run or walk (Chuck sometimes comes too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:55am - Get home, make sure Devon is awake (he usually is NOW - thanks to a new alarm clock), wake up Chuck if he didn't come workout, and anxiously wait to see if Richard WILL wake up (his alarm starts going off at 6am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30am - Make sure Richard and Devon have their lunches, that Devon did his piano practicing, and wake up Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:45am - Richard and Devon and usually Chuck leave for the day.  Have breakfast with Cameron while reading the newspaper.  Then have Cameron do his piano practicing.  If it's Monday or Thursday, I start the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30am - Cameron and I leave for the day.  I pick up my receptionist and friend Karen and drive through construction to work.  (Today I stopped at the poling station to vote.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00am - Begin the first massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:15am - Massage number two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:20am - Either eat lunch with Chuck at his office or drive home and have lunch with Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:45pm - Massage number three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00pm - Massage number four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:20pm - Drive home through all the construction again.  Let the dog out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:35pm - Usually arrive home, followed by Cameron, then Devon, then Richard.  Hear about everyone's day in order of their arrival, ask if they have homework, get them started on homework or piano practicing.  Keep the laundry going, return phone messages, check email, clean the kitchen.  If it's Thursday, we're all cleaning the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30pm - Get dinner started.  Go through the mail, usually talk to Chuck who likes to call me on his way home.  If it's Tuesday - Cameron has Cubs.  If it's Thursday, Friday, or Saturday, Richard has work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30 or 6pm - Chuck gets home and we eat dinner.  I no longer clean up dinner thanks to the new family job chart.  I love it!  I also no longer clean bathrooms, empty the garbage, clean up dog poop, unload the dishwasher, or set the table.  Did I mention that I love it??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00pm - If it's Tuesday, get Devon to YM's, Cameron to basketball practice.  If it's Thursday, get Devon to basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30pm - People start getting ready for bed.  I do trivia quizzes, first with Cameron and then with Devon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00pm - Usually everyone is in bed.  I am finishing laundry, or ironing, or sweeping, or finally sitting down and watching a bit of TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:45pm - I am in bed reading a great book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now - if it's my day off . . . I love to stay home in my PJ's - that's only once a week.  Let's see, 5pm?  I really need to go make dinner....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-1850615566436001649?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/1850615566436001649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=1850615566436001649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1850615566436001649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1850615566436001649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/10/typical-day.html' title='A typical day...'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-2805589842981133449</id><published>2008-10-10T14:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:28:24.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote on October 14 (if you're Canadian)</title><content type='html'>Canadian politics 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we will be voting, in a round about way, for our Prime Minister.  (For my US friends - that's like the President).  I am a believer in being a responsible citizen and community member.  I am grateful for the privilege I have to vote.  However, there are flaws in our system (as there are in most).  But in Canada, we have more then two parties to choose from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Conservative - led by our current Prime Minister, Steven Harper.  He is running in hopes of getting a majority government.  He won't, so we'll be voting again in like a year!!  Because he has not had a majority government, it has been difficult for him to pass and implement the ideas his party would like to change.  Maybe that's a good thing - who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Liberal - led by Stephan Dion.  I don't dislike the Liberals, but they won't win either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  NDP - led by Jack Layton.  In the leaders debate, he was the bully of them all.  Why couldn't he just answer the questions??  Instead, he started every reply with "You know what's the problem with Prime Minister Harper's answer....."  Two things I KNOW about his party is they are against increase the oilsands project in Northern Alberta - I do agree with that.  And that he is a bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Green Party - led by Elizabeth May.  Bless your heart for wanting to save the planet Elizabeth!  I hear ya - but you won't win, so step out and link your opinions with another party to help form a much needed majority!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Bloc Quebecois - led my Gilles Duceppe.  He leads a group that believes  Quebec should be it's own country.  Again, for my American friends, that would be like Illinois saying they want to separate from the US and be their own country.  Give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will vote on Tuesday.  I know who I'm voting for.  But this was hard to decide.  I don't actually get to vote for the Prime Minister - I'm voting for the party in my community riding.  Maybe I lived in the US for too many years.  But I feel very strongly, the system of electing their President once every four years, makes WAY more sense then our system of voting for a party and hoping for a majority leader but if not, we'll vote again when the Prime Minister calls an election. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused?  Me too - but I've tried to educate myself the best I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck fellow Canadians.&lt;br /&gt;And my American friends - we are all watching what will happen for you in November.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-2805589842981133449?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/2805589842981133449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=2805589842981133449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2805589842981133449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2805589842981133449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/10/vote-on-october-14-if-youre-canadian.html' title='Vote on October 14 (if you&apos;re Canadian)'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-1157983953642567876</id><published>2008-10-07T07:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:32:47.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged and then...  Politics</title><content type='html'>Okay - here we go.  This blog is soon to be followed by my view on Canadian politics cause we are voting in one week.  Stay tuned - you'll see that one this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cellphone? Purse - probably needing to be charged.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other? Chuck&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? Light brown&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? Neila (spell it backwards and it's Alien - hmmmm.....)&lt;br /&gt;5. Your Father? Ronald&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Being with family and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? Going to my friend's wedding (she got married like 10 years ago and I wasn't able to go).&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? It really depends on what I'm eating, if I'm exercising, etc...&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream goal? Eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you’re in? Basement&lt;br /&gt;11. Your hobby? Too many to list...&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear? Not enduring.&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? In a different house and working less.&lt;br /&gt;14. What you’re not? Patient.&lt;br /&gt;15. Muffins?  LOVE them!  Fruit explosion from Tim Horton's.&lt;br /&gt;16. One of your wish list item? Condo in Radium, BC.&lt;br /&gt;17. Where you grew up? Edmonton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__iNrv0WaFaA/SOrjdvzHesI/AAAAAAAAAho/QdKgXseknpU/s1600-h/IMG_0552a.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;18. Last thing you did? Woke up.&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing?  Red and pink stripped pj's, pink tshirt and red Ironman sweater.&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite gadget? My new Ipod that I'm still figuring out.&lt;br /&gt;21. Your pets? Pele, who will be one in a few weeks and many fish - they had babies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;22. Your computer? New.&lt;br /&gt;23.Your mood? Hungry and anxious to go workout.&lt;br /&gt;24. Missing someone? All the Balmoral girls, and both Joanne's.&lt;br /&gt;25. Your Car? Honda Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;26. Something you’re not wearing? shoes or socks.&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite store? Reitmans and Safeway&lt;br /&gt;28. Like someone? Almost everyone - I'm just not that perfect yet.&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite color? Green&lt;br /&gt;30. When was the last time you laughed? Last night with Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;31.When was the last time you cried? Last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag ...........Jennifer, Debbie, KariLynn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-1157983953642567876?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/1157983953642567876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=1157983953642567876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1157983953642567876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1157983953642567876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-and-then-politics.html' title='Tagged and then...  Politics'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-7656866902495924672</id><published>2008-10-02T07:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:09:55.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?  WAKE UP!</title><content type='html'>It's Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;We have bought our boys - Devon and Richard - the loudest alarm clocks that can be made without a safety warning listed in the packaging.  We are strongly encouraging the older boys to start waking up on their own.  It's time. &lt;br /&gt;Richard has woken up late many times and therefore been late for school. &lt;br /&gt;Devon has woken up late and missed the early bus because, yes, he WILL do his piano practicing BEFORE he leaves.  I'm a bit of a tough Mom.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck and I think it's comical that they tell us, "it's not our fault, we don't hear the alarm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, they hear it enough to hit the snooze button...again...and again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-7656866902495924672?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/7656866902495924672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=7656866902495924672' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/7656866902495924672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/7656866902495924672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/10/seriously-wake-up.html' title='Seriously?  WAKE UP!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-9215143826020574271</id><published>2008-09-27T11:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:17:08.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back then...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SN5prl1JyHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/JnXD2CfcH7A/s1600-h/Lara%27s+Grad+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250750413170919538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SN5prl1JyHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/JnXD2CfcH7A/s200/Lara%27s+Grad+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back then ... I had longer hair and I curled it a lot.  I wore blue eyeliner and lipstick.  I wore hoop earrings.  I wore jeans and sweaters.  I was 17 and didn't know much.  Now, I'm trying to grow my hair and I use a flat iron.  I wear brown eyeliner and lipstick if I remember.  I wear diamond stud earrings.  I wear jeans and t-shirts.  I'm 36 and I still don't know much.  Well, maybe a few more things....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-9215143826020574271?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/9215143826020574271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=9215143826020574271' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/9215143826020574271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/9215143826020574271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-then.html' title='Back then...'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SN5prl1JyHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/JnXD2CfcH7A/s72-c/Lara%27s+Grad+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-6778408819703512466</id><published>2008-09-25T16:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:55:26.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just not that smart...but I'm needed!</title><content type='html'>I have been on the computer for an hour trying to re-configure my blog.  Add new things, change the layout.  Could someone please tell me how they make their OWN layouts?  I don't like the ones pre-selected for me to choose from.  Plus, I tried to add Flickr - to show my photos - didn't work.  It was fun trying anyways.  Okay - maybe fun is not the right word...I'm just not that smart to figure it out on my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed having little moments of one on one time with my boys.  They each need me in different ways.  Richard and I talked the other night - he was having a tough start to the week.  And he's well into realizing that being a teenager is brutal!  They lack those 'think-things-through" brain cells.  We still love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon and I went for a late night walk with the dog.  He explained what abiotic and biotic means and about our ecosystem.  He has much he can teach me.  At least I still know SOME things he doesn't.  Like, what a metatarsalphalangeal joint is?  Uh-huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron and I have been spending time doing homework.  He needs me to keep him focused on finishing the job.  He is easily distracted - by the dog.  And gets discouraged quickly.  But, after five minutes of my help, he suddenly says, "Ohhhhhhhhh - I get it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck and I went shopping for a new fridge - YEAH!  This will save me from having to buy milk every other day.  Our fridge is not big enough for more then two jugs at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news - Chuck was nominated and voted in as the new community league president.  This means we won't move in the next year - at least not out of this community.  Again - YEAH!  I don't want to move just yet.  I am the volunteer co-ordinator for the league, so now we'll be community keeners together.  Chuck also hired a new secretary two weeks ago and the verdict is in.  She's awesome.  AGAIN - YEAH!!  This means I have a happy husband again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now - pass on any blog advice you may want to share.  Hope everyone is enjoying fall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-6778408819703512466?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/6778408819703512466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=6778408819703512466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6778408819703512466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6778408819703512466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-just-not-that-smartbut-im-needed.html' title='I&apos;m just not that smart...but I&apos;m needed!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-2167210896743914016</id><published>2008-09-18T23:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:12:11.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Cereal Fattening?</title><content type='html'>It's 11:00pm.   I just finished a tasty bowl of Muslix cereal.  Dried apples and raisins and peaches and grains in it - yum-mee!  Okay, that may not be your favorite cereal.  It's not mine either.  I love all cereals (well, not the sugary ones) - Cheerios, Rice Krispies, Life, Mini-Wheats, Raisin Nut Bran, Special K, Chex, Corn Bran Squares, Granola Crunch, Oatmeal Crisp.  Truly - cereal is my comfort food.  I could have it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, midnight snack, and be perfectly content.  But, if I have two or three bowls in a sitting, is that bad?  Yeh, I know it is.  So I don't.  But I really want another bowl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-2167210896743914016?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/2167210896743914016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=2167210896743914016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2167210896743914016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2167210896743914016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/09/is-cereal-fattening.html' title='Is Cereal Fattening?'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-3546682951832146960</id><published>2008-09-16T20:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:02:32.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SNBwA6CPz9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/K0RQ6ThgGls/s1600-h/P1010135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246816726767620050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SNBwA6CPz9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/K0RQ6ThgGls/s200/P1010135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a beautiful day here. So warm and so colorful. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to take Pele for a walk and take some pictures. These pictures were taken close to my house. In some of them, you can see the path I run on in the ravine. It is my favorite time of year to run. I have to take advantage of this short season ... the leaves could fall by next week. &lt;div&gt;            &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SNByn3C6_BI/AAAAAAAAAYA/adb4OJtIjPc/s1600-h/P1010140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246819595003296786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SNByn3C6_BI/AAAAAAAAAYA/adb4OJtIjPc/s200/P1010140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SNBym361OFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/BENzmLpBug0/s1600-h/P1010137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246819578057930834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SNBym361OFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/BENzmLpBug0/s200/P1010137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SNBym361OFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/BENzmLpBug0/s1600-h/P1010137.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;                          &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SNBynb0rr7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/anpghOEDSoI/s1600-h/P1010145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246819587695816626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SNBynb0rr7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/anpghOEDSoI/s200/P1010145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SNByofASOhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/h-wQwzXyMkg/s1600-h/P1010134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246819605729655314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SNByofASOhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/h-wQwzXyMkg/s200/P1010134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6233017171132171028-3546682951832146960?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/3546682951832146960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=3546682951832146960' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/3546682951832146960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/3546682951832146960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/09/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SNBwA6CPz9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/K0RQ6ThgGls/s72-c/P1010135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-3084361434700156330</id><published>2008-09-13T09:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:33:54.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SMvb5Xfw40I/AAAAAAAAAXg/IzARQqaxLBs/s1600-h/kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245527969609343810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SMvb5Xfw40I/AAAAAAAAAXg/IzARQqaxLBs/s200/kitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Kitty.  We got her for Cameron's 2nd birthday.  He named her Baby, but we never called her that.  It was either, Kitty, Little Miss, Little Black Kitty, Chicken Licken, or Nicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to put her down this week.  It was not easy.  I was actually surprised how emotional I was.  Cameron was very sad too.  She has been my reading companion every night.  Curling up right beside me while I read.  She was the last thing I saw before going to sleep and the first thing I saw when I woke up.  She was sick and not a happy cat anymore.  Last night, Cameron and I joked that now she's up in heaven playing with the lions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-3084361434700156330?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/3084361434700156330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=3084361434700156330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/3084361434700156330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/3084361434700156330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/09/bye-kitty.html' title='Bye Kitty'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SMvb5Xfw40I/AAAAAAAAAXg/IzARQqaxLBs/s72-c/kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-5091314093338932642</id><published>2008-09-10T16:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:20:29.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Green turns to Yellow</title><content type='html'>I would take a picture and post it for you - a picture of the trees in my neighborhood turning color.  But I will let you imagine it.  The street in front of Cameron's school, also the street on the way to my house, is lined with trees.  As I drive to work, I get to see which tree has turned color, seemingly overnight.  There will be two trees still deep green, and then one bright yellow.  Next, almost pale lime green, and then one half yellow, half green.  It's very pretty.  I just wish the trees could hold the yellow leaves a while longer.  It's prettier seeing them ON the trees, not scattered on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for another gratitude list.  These lists help me put the stressful parts of life in their proper perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The first several days of school have gone so well!  The boys are doing great and already changing fast.&lt;br /&gt;2.  My cat lives!  We had a scare for a while, that I would have to put her down.  Thankfully, she has re-learned to use her litter box!!!!&lt;br /&gt;3.  I made 12 quarts of apple juice from my neighbors crab apple tree.  I love the smell in my house right now.  (Okay - I didn't make all 12 today - that's ridiculous.)&lt;br /&gt;4.  I read the book "The Giver', very profound.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I LOVE MY FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;6.  I'm glad Devon and Cameron still like to do trivia quizes with me at bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I'm glad I'm sick - hear me out.  Usually I get sick late in the year and can't fully enjoy the holidays.  But I'm sick now, which means I'll most likely be well the rest of the year!&lt;br /&gt;8.  Also, when I'm sick, it makes my family appreciate me better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short list today, but a long list in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-5091314093338932642?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/5091314093338932642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=5091314093338932642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5091314093338932642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5091314093338932642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/09/green-turns-to-yellow.html' title='Green turns to Yellow'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-3116260733019561613</id><published>2008-09-03T20:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:14:53.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Quiz Tag</title><content type='html'>This was TOO fun. I did this Mom quiz with Richard - he lovingly refers to me as MSTL - loosely translated means Mommy Substitute Type Lady. Yes - I know you're all jealous of my title. It's quite endearing actually. This was fun to do with Richard. Enjoy and I tag everyone! This deal is you have to do this with one of your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is something mom always says to you?&lt;br /&gt;Hang up your clothes.   &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's true - I say that a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what makes mom happy?&lt;br /&gt;When I offer to help her with stuff.   &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what makes mom sad?&lt;br /&gt;When Devon and Cameron and I argue.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;   They'll figure things out - until then, it's hard when they fight.  Richard and Devon actually get along GREAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. how does mom make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm high energy and being a high maintenance wife.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;  To clarify - he thinks it's funny when I cling to Chuck and hug him until he tells me I'm being needy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. what was mom like as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Defiant and crazy - just like Cameron.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;   Yes - watching Cameron grow up is like re-living my childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. how old is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;36.   &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. how tall is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;5'8" - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm actually 5'9"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. what is her favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;he truly doesn't know. I like to be with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. what does your mom do when you're not around?&lt;br /&gt;The same things as when I am around - errands - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;he's partly right, I also take naps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. if your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?&lt;br /&gt;Being the head of a massively popular, successful, feminist group - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I LAUGHED at this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. what is your mom really good at?&lt;br /&gt;Having patience with everyone in the family - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ahhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. what is your mom not very good at?&lt;br /&gt;For safety reasons, Richard chose not to answer this question.   &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What that really means is, he knows I'm good at everything, right Richard???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. what does your mom do for her job?&lt;br /&gt;Massage therapist.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;   Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. what is your mom's favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;it's crab legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. what makes you proud of your mom?&lt;br /&gt;See question #11 - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I would like to add, trips to WEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. if your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?&lt;br /&gt;Dory from Finding Nemo.   &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I LOVE Dory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. what do you and your mom do together?&lt;br /&gt;We're shopping buddies.   &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. how are you and your mom the same?&lt;br /&gt;We have similar taste in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. how are you and your mom different?&lt;br /&gt;We have different tastes in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. how do you know your mom loves you?&lt;br /&gt;Because she does nice things for me.  &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ahhh...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-3116260733019561613?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/3116260733019561613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=3116260733019561613' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/3116260733019561613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/3116260733019561613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/09/mom-quiz-tag.html' title='Mom Quiz Tag'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-1292921488595804692</id><published>2008-08-31T21:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:16:57.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>Today was a good Sunday. I have been able to reflect on my blessings and I think I'll share a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for computers and the internet. I am a family history consultant at church and the new program that has been introduced for finding our ancestors is amazing. I look forward to teaching others how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for animals. I went for a long walk with Pele tonight and had fun watching her explore and trying to snatch the leash from my hand. We wandered into the ravine and I enjoyed seeing the beauty of the trees and wild flowers. I even enjoyed seeing the hint of leaves starting to turn yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for prayers and blessings. Such peace this brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I was reminded today of the infinite and divine worth of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I have the means and abilities to feed my family healthy meals each day. And I'm really thankful that they all love my cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the start of a new school year. I love routine and I love seeing my children learn and be challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the sense of smell. Okay - I know this seems odd to put in my list. But today I could smell the trees, fresh popcorn, flowers, and a great perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on senses - I'm grateful for my hearing. Today I could hear myself play the piano, Cameron's laughter, geese landing on the lake, and one of my favorite hymns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my Squishy's hugs. (For those who have forgotten - Squishy is Cameron).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that Richard and Devon truly enjoy each others company. They are so much alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for Chuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...count your many blessings name them one by one; and it will surprise what the Lord has done..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-1292921488595804692?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/1292921488595804692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=1292921488595804692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1292921488595804692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1292921488595804692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/08/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-8190108823248378679</id><published>2008-08-29T10:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:33:16.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://amerongen.mypersonality.info" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/9/97677.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyMDAyNzY2NDQxNSZwdD*xMjIwMDI3NjkwMjU*JnA9MTc5MDgxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTE=.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney, an amazing young woman I know, did this test and posted it on her blog.  I thought I'd give it a try too.  Seems pretty accurate, except I don't consider myself to be a 'judging' person of people - but perhaps a good judge of character or situations.  Anyways, check it out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-8190108823248378679?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/8190108823248378679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=8190108823248378679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8190108823248378679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8190108823248378679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/08/mypersonalityinfo-badge.html' title='My Personality'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-4407309416847835102</id><published>2008-08-28T14:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:33:38.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Devon and Cameron are home - and happy to be here.  So am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-4407309416847835102?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/4407309416847835102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=4407309416847835102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4407309416847835102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4407309416847835102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/08/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-2023393025594772291</id><published>2008-08-26T01:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:54:00.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>I had the opportunity to give a lesson in church on Sunday about prayer. This is a topic that has been so essential and constant in my life, that I feel more then half of my days are spent praying. Not the formal, on your knees, eyes closed prayers. Simply talking to my Heavenly Father, as I drive, when I'm at work, when I'm pondering the past and future. At times I am offering thanks for my blessings, for good friends, for my family. Then there are the OW prayers ("one word") that I say looking heavenward - "HELP" or "WHAT?" I have such a firm and unmoving belief in prayer that I am often encouraging the people around me to pray. Always reminding my boys to ask for Heavenly help and to never stop asking. Even when it seems like He is not listening or answering, keep praying! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have offered a lot of prayers lately in behalf of my family. My stepson Richard has moved in with us. I was very nervous about this change. Would we all get along? Would Richard respect me and the house rules? Would the boys like each other? Will I feel like I can parent him? Will I be the wicked stepmother????  Will Richard feel comfortable in our home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't only been praying for Richard. But for all of us. Devon and Cameron get home on Thursday from being with their Dad for six weeks. I have missed them and prayed for their safety and happiness. Chuck finished his 8th Ironman on Sunday. I have prayed that this would be the last, at least for a few years. His body needs to rest, and we need him home more often. I have prayed for me, as I have felt stretched pretty thin. Four boys all seem to need a piece of me at the same time. (We were all together for the first two weeks of summer, so I got a taste of real life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, prayer works. Richard is very happy here. Him and I had a wonderful visit in the kitchen last night for over an hour. We talked about how nervous and unsure he was about coming to live with us. But how easily he has adjusted and how comfortable he feels. I was able to tell him I had the same anxiety but I have loved spending the summer with him. He took me out for dinner tonight - how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck has decided to put aside Ironman. He will still do the shorter triathlons, and I would like to as well. But he wants to spend more time at home and at work. He sounds more at peace then he has in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon and Cameron have had a great summer. Aside from Cameron's broken arm (the result of crazy stunts on the swings)they have been healthy, happy, and loved being with their Dad. I THINK they're happy to be coming home. I'm still praying for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am feeling much stronger. Ready to help everyone start the new school year - I'll have one in Grade 10, Grade 7, and Grade 5. Ready to help the family get settled and into routine. Being the lover of routine and stability that I am, (I know, I'm crazy) that will come naturally for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer works and prayers are always answered.  Not always on our timetable or in the way we want - thank heavens!  We are His children who only think we know better.  God is all knowing and I think I'm happy to let Him lead me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-2023393025594772291?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/2023393025594772291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=2023393025594772291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2023393025594772291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2023393025594772291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/08/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-6376459479442088666</id><published>2008-08-09T22:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:18:25.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Davidson Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SJ5xNoyyAlI/AAAAAAAAAWk/G5ch35F8ZyQ/s1600-h/Hiking+proof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SJ5xNoyyAlI/AAAAAAAAAWk/G5ch35F8ZyQ/s200/Hiking+proof.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232744296153743954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is proof. Proof that my sisters and sister in law and Mother FINALLY had our sisters getaway to Canmore, Alberta. It is also proof that my Mother and sister survived the Grassi Lakes hike with myself and Cheryl. Mom has been trying to plan this trip for years. And I'm so glad that we went. We had a great time together. I went for two runs a day along the many trails in the mountains and by the river. It was amazing to have the rocky mountains to gaze at while I ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SJ51jlUOHOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/20ADy9wCeE0/s1600-h/P1010091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SJ51jlUOHOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/20ADy9wCeE0/s200/P1010091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232749071223889122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheryl, my sister in law, and I spent a lot of time together. We hiked together and went running each night. Cheryl is getting back into running and I felt honored to be her 'coach'. The four days were spent doing the things girls do - we shopped, we ate, we read good books (Cheryl and I were both reading book four in the Twilight series), we played cards, we laughed, and we slept in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SJ53O-3o0II/AAAAAAAAAW0/sH1kYBqLF-8/s1600-h/P1010093+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SJ53O-3o0II/AAAAAAAAAW0/sH1kYBqLF-8/s200/P1010093+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232750916329328770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The most refreshing part was standing in the mountain lakes and waterfalls. I was supposed to stand still for this photo, but the water was SOOOO cold, I had to get out fast and unfortunately it was just as the picture was being taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SJ53PNlFJVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/7EDyQbw1eA4/s1600-h/P1010097+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SJ53PNlFJVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/7EDyQbw1eA4/s200/P1010097+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232750920278025554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The weather was unusually warm for the mountains, but so beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom! I had a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-6376459479442088666?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/6376459479442088666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=6376459479442088666' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6376459479442088666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6376459479442088666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-davidson-getaway.html' title='The First Davidson Getaway'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SJ5xNoyyAlI/AAAAAAAAAWk/G5ch35F8ZyQ/s72-c/Hiking+proof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-7158807472945675472</id><published>2008-08-03T00:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:06:12.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Summary</title><content type='html'>My blog is working.  For some reason I could not add to my last post and I could not add a new post.  I wanted to add more photos of my trip to Victoria Island, but I gave up trying.  For my photos, you'll have to find me on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight - I will be giving a summary of my recent events, as there is not time (or enough detail) to elaborate on them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Cameron and I had an exciting trip to the Emergency room a few days BEFORE he left to Minnesota.  I cannot share with you the reason for his trip - let's just say it was a 'private' matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Cameron followed up with another trip to the doctor a few days AFTER arriving in Minnesota to get a cast on his left arm.  He broke both forearm bones when falling off a swing.  Poor guy.  I said, "Cameron, no more trips to the doctor this summer okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I went to see the Broadway production of Spamalot.  I have never laughed so hard in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Cried after work one day because I was so sore and tired from 17 massages in one week.  It's okay now, I got my massage on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Classic strawberry cheesecake - oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  The cat had a great sleep beside me last night.  Accidentally left my heating pad on, much to her delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Went to a U-pick farm nearby and picked two buckets of saskatoon berries and a bucket of raspberries.  Gave some to the ladies I visit teach and then made 12 jars of jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  We have brand new doors!  Chuck became a handy-handiman and put them in.  The back door took 14 hours, but the front door only took 8!  hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Richard is settling in at home.  So far, so good.  I don't think he likes that I expect his room to be much tidier then he feels it should be.  Otherwise, he's been helpful and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Chuck needs a new secretary - anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Three weeks until Ironman Canada in Penticton.  Could this really be Chuck's LAST Ironman?  Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Love the lake swims in Summerside - thanks Steve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  The mornings are starting to feel like fall.  Brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  I painted my toe nails blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  I completely re-organized our laundry/utility room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  I wish my garden had grown better this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  Wishing the cat would stop hissing at the dog.  It's been eight months - thought they MIGHT be friends by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  Helped Mom and Dad and Trudy and Kevin today.  Good to be near family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd to stop at number 18.  But it's time for bed and I'm quite tired.  And I would like to catch up on everyone's blogs.  Take care everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-7158807472945675472?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/7158807472945675472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=7158807472945675472' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/7158807472945675472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/7158807472945675472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/08/summary.html' title='A Summary'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-393631911841100477</id><published>2008-07-16T09:19:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:10:59.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect in Every Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SH4SHwZi8TI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_9gKAgpH7Pw/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223632542256787762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SH4SHwZi8TI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_9gKAgpH7Pw/s200/P1010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to decide how to begin this blog. How do you describe the best holiday? Truly, it was perfect in every way. We escaped to Vancouver Island (just off the west coast of Canada for my US friends), spending four days in Ucluelet and three days in Victoria. We drove, the trip was two days there and back. Gas was expensive but the memories and sights were priceless. I love to drive and be in the mountains and ride on the ferries across the ocean. Few people know how badly I needed this break. My boys are gone for most of the summer, and I find myself with three or four weeks, out of the whole year, where we have non-structured vacation time. Chuck and I wanted to start our own summer tradition, so we planned this trip several months ago. Chuck wasn't able to join us for the whole trip, he flew to Victoria five days later and drove back with us. This was a great balance for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SH4aBzriYkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/DdoHC1wGbC4/s1600-h/P1000886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223641236151362114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SH4aBzriYkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/DdoHC1wGbC4/s200/P1000886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SH4XYJ1j-CI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ct5eGXHmstE/s1600-h/P1000883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223638321521227810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SH4XYJ1j-CI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ct5eGXHmstE/s200/P1000883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first night we stopped at the Lac La Jeune campground and the boys had serious giggles by the campfire. They got along really well the whole trip. We blew up our boats and floated on the lake while the sun set and got up early to pack up camp and head to the ferry. This was our first ferry ride, so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SH4ZSBVagNI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ifeD6TLJ9hQ/s1600-h/P1000920+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223640415182946514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SH4ZSBVagNI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ifeD6TLJ9hQ/s200/P1000920+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SI4LBxFOBCI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Gr3Iu8vGkoc/s1600-h/P1000906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228128342406726690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SI4LBxFOBCI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Gr3Iu8vGkoc/s200/P1000906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess it has been three weeks since I started this blog and I had hoped to finish properly. The boys are gone now and that has been tough this summer. So updating a blog with all this photos is tough too. Anyways, the trip was truly perfect in every way. We enjoyed eachothers company, we loved hanging with the Bezooyen's, we loved everything we saw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SI4LCRmmZaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/a4HQ871eoQk/s1600-h/P1000937.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SI4LDGOJ-tI/AAAAAAAAAV0/fNFNwNPLIeQ/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228128365261224658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SI4LDGOJ-tI/AAAAAAAAAV0/fNFNwNPLIeQ/s200/P1010011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SI4LCRmmZaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/a4HQ871eoQk/s1600-h/P1000937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228128351136671138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SI4LCRmmZaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/a4HQ871eoQk/s200/P1000937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SI4LCRmmZaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/a4HQ871eoQk/s1600-h/P1000937.JPG"&gt; 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Sorry for the pause in updates.  Life gets pretty busy around the end of the school year.  Plus, I only have three weeks with my boys before they leave to spend six weeks with Dale, so I value the time I have with them like you can't believe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our trip to Radium in June was all that I needed it to be. The mountains are so healing for me. We didn't do anything spectacular, but we escaped the craziness of home and relaxed in nature. My Mom ended up coming with us. I huge step for her as she has only camped once in her life. She did very well and I was glad for the extra set of adult hands to help out at camp. On the drive we saw several black bears, very close to the highway. That was exciting for the boys. And we saw mountain goats, deer, and squirrels. The boys did not enjoy seeing the beetle/flies that landed on our tent and on our backs.  But I think they enjoyed the break as much as I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;          &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SGgSxkr4MkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Iu3mf1EBRIs/s1600-h/IMG_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217440811179323970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SGgSxkr4MkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Iu3mf1EBRIs/s200/IMG_1742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SGgSvCeahOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/c5DkOwJiz8s/s1600-h/IMG_1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217440767636309218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SGgSvCeahOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/c5DkOwJiz8s/s200/IMG_1724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SGgSvw3fwlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/BPZU4EGxSDA/s1600-h/IMG_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217440780089541202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SGgSvw3fwlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/BPZU4EGxSDA/s200/IMG_1734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SGgSw4Kmp3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/hiF4ogS_1ZY/s1600-h/IMG_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217440799228602226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SGgSw4Kmp3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/hiF4ogS_1ZY/s200/IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I call this last photo - The footprints of giants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last update for this blog is accomplishing my second team half Ironman.  I swam again, finishing my 2km course in 40 minutes - same as last year.  Mary-Anne had a solid bike finishing the same time as last year.  And Danuta had a great run, we think faster then last year, but we're not sure.  The official times haven't been posted yet for her run.  It was a great day, we had a blast and weren't nearly as nervous as last year.  And yes, we're committed to doing it again in 2009.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;          &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SHFQacD1q3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/2HZjDkcj-fQ/s1600-h/Pre-race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220041858238229362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SHFQacD1q3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/2HZjDkcj-fQ/s200/Pre-race.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SHFQoQKiq_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/zbMNADl2N0g/s1600-h/Post-race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220042095563287538" style="CURSOR: hand" height="171" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SHFQoQKiq_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/zbMNADl2N0g/s200/Post-race.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you have it.  Tomorrow the boys and I leave for Vancouver Island for ten days.  Chuck will meet us there on Friday.  Should be an amazing holiday - ocean viewing, sandy beaches, rain forest hikes, camping, and fresh seafood.  Until then....&lt;br /&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/6233017171132171028-3920569603292055236?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/3920569603292055236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=3920569603292055236' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/3920569603292055236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/3920569603292055236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/06/camping-and-competition.html' title='Camping and Competition'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SGgSxkr4MkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Iu3mf1EBRIs/s72-c/IMG_1742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-1702920636482573225</id><published>2008-06-10T14:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:22:54.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time to Plan</title><content type='html'>In the interest of my health - I am planning many things.  It's good to have little 'aid stations' as my husband, the obsessive triathlete, would say.  So, here are the things I'm planning for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  A quick trip to Radium with my boys while Chuck is gone for his first Ironman next week.  I LOVE Radium!&lt;br /&gt;2.  Sewing projects - two denim picnic blankets, one quilt (map of the world - too fun) and another quilt top yet to be created.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Buying tickets for myself, Chuck, John and Richard to see Spamalot coming to Edmonton in July.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Training for my swim in the half Ironman - yep, doing this one as a team again.  The countdown has begun.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Buying tickets to see STOMP again, coming to Edmonton in January - a MUST see!&lt;br /&gt;6.  Planning a family vacation to the BC islands - thank you to everyone who passed on travel tips so far.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Watching my garden grow.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Thinking, already, of picking berries with my Mom in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds fun doesn't it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-1702920636482573225?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/1702920636482573225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=1702920636482573225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1702920636482573225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1702920636482573225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-to-plan.html' title='A Time to Plan'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-4997771831031444154</id><published>2008-06-06T23:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:01:21.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the Ride!  I Want Off!</title><content type='html'>Did you ever want to get off a carnival ride or roller coaster?  You know - just before the ride hits top spin speed or as the car you're sitting in peaks the top of the long climb before the huge drop - you suddenly think, "Wait, I want to get off!"  But it's too late.  You're strapped in, buckled in, and committed to endure the whole experience until the ride stops.  Some moments end up being kinda fun.  Some are nauseating.  And some rattle and shake your bones until you're sure your teeth will come flying out of your open, screaming mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have felt a bit that way.  IndEEd, you may say I am on the ride we call &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;.  Some moments have been very dear and memorable.  Others have knocked me around a bit.  Yesterday was a tad bumpy.  Okay, it was like riding in a flight simulator of a crashing jet!  Now that I have 'landed', made sure I'm still intact, caught my breath, and had a nap (very important), I can say, "Okay, I survived that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And miraculously, I find myself prepared to face the next ride.  Somehow, in the Lord's tender mercy and unconditional love, He always makes sure the ride stops (on His timetable) and that I land on solid ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who is either on the ride right now, or are in line to get on, I'm cheering for you!  Just as you have all been cheering for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-4997771831031444154?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/4997771831031444154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=4997771831031444154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4997771831031444154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4997771831031444154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/06/stop-ride-i-want-off.html' title='Stop the Ride!  I Want Off!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-1238425944727473454</id><published>2008-05-29T17:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:02.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Offers Love and Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SD83yM9hAjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Hu84DEAenHY/s1600-h/my+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205941029875810866" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="166" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SD83yM9hAjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Hu84DEAenHY/s200/my+family.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today was Carl Amerongen's funeral.  He was the father to ten children, one of them being Chuck.  I didn't get the chance to know him well.  When Chuck and I married, the early stages of dementia were settling in.  Often, my visits with him were spent reminding him who I was.  But always, he listened to the conversations around him and seemed genuinely interested and caring.  I enjoy listening to his children share a few childhood memories and seeing them express their honest feelings, whether they be sorrow, anger, or quiet reflection. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This was my first Catholic funeral.  I loved the service.  The minister spoke of Carl with tenderness and humor.  All the spiritual words he offered the congregation and all the passages that were read, were in keeping with the same fundamental principles of the gospel that I believe in.  I loved his 'sermon' that he offered.  He knew that Carl loved golf.  He shared with us his acronym for this word - "God Offers Love and Forgiveness".  This was so fitting for his children to hear.  Many are still struggling with hard feelings about events in the past, as we all do at times.  And I thought that if God offers these gifts freely, so should we all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I have tried.  Today was a special day for me aside from the funeral.  Today, I had all my boys with me.  We have not been together in almost four years.  When John and Richard are here, usually Devon and Cameron are gone.  This morning, we were able to get our first 'real' family photo taken.  I was surrounded by handsome young men and I felt such joy.  This has been a long time coming for me.  I too have had to offer love and forgiveness at times that were difficult, painful, and supremely challenging.  We have all struggled as we try to blend together.  But it's coming.  It really is coming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I thank Carl for the gift of bringing family together.  I will always think of him as he passed away on my birthday.  Somehow, I feel closer to him now then when he was alive.  I hope he will enjoy peace as he returns to his heavenly home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-1238425944727473454?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/1238425944727473454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=1238425944727473454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1238425944727473454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1238425944727473454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-offers-love-and-forgiveness.html' title='God Offers Love and Forgiveness'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SD83yM9hAjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Hu84DEAenHY/s72-c/my+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-5457079480383724513</id><published>2008-05-21T18:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:43:45.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT???</title><content type='html'>From the perfect weekend to......today. Let's see. I spent two and a half hours on the phone with Telus this morning (the email was down at the inspection office I work at occasionally), then once it was fixed I had 30 minutes to get caught up on the two and a half hours of work I couldn't do, then rush home for lunch, then to the office for two massages, then back to the other office to finish catching up on emails, then home to teach a piano lesson, then make dinner, then off to an office meeting, then off to ballet. Is anyone tired from just READING this post????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry Nikki, I'll be parking myself in front of the TV for the American Idol finale. It's my only down time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-5457079480383724513?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/5457079480383724513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=5457079480383724513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5457079480383724513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5457079480383724513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/05/what.html' title='WHAT???'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-1113917717479233386</id><published>2008-05-18T21:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:03.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Weekend</title><content type='html'>I could not have asked for a better long weekend.  I have loved being with my boys so much!  Cameron said yesterday, "I will be sad when this weekend is over."  And so will I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Friday, we went to Elk Island for a hike.  We weren't able to stay very long, but we had fun just being together and enjoying the beautiful weather, green leaves, and wildlife.  We were just 200m on the trail and saw a buffalo coming towards us.  We backed away, and he just kept following.  Devon named him Friendly, because he figured the buffalo just wanted to say hi.  The second buffalo was named Chewbacca by Cameron.  The boys had control of the camera (aside from the photo by the lake).  You can tell by the picture of a buffalo poo-pie.  I am sparing you the five other poo photos taken by Cameron.  We ended the day with dinner at McDonald's and dessert at Dairy Queen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SDD4nhI6H9I/AAAAAAAAATM/a0_UVJqUpmc/s1600-h/Beaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201930927407243218" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="169" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SDD4nhI6H9I/AAAAAAAAATM/a0_UVJqUpmc/s200/Beaver.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SDD4nxI6H_I/AAAAAAAAATc/HVsgcBickpY/s1600-h/IMG_1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201930931702210546" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="126" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SDD4nxI6H_I/AAAAAAAAATc/HVsgcBickpY/s200/IMG_1635.JPG" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SDD4nhI6H-I/AAAAAAAAATU/lLVF6ZWCmoc/s1600-h/IMG_1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201930927407243234" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="127" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SDD4nhI6H-I/AAAAAAAAATU/lLVF6ZWCmoc/s200/IMG_1637.JPG" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SDD6TxI6IBI/AAAAAAAAATs/VfSUyuyxRE4/s1600-h/Friendly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201932787128082450" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" height="189" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SDD6TxI6IBI/AAAAAAAAATs/VfSUyuyxRE4/s200/Friendly.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SDD6ThI6IAI/AAAAAAAAATk/YX4Uv10cCOQ/s1600-h/Chewie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201932782833115138" style="WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="178" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SDD6ThI6IAI/AAAAAAAAATk/YX4Uv10cCOQ/s200/Chewie2.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Saturday, we worked HARD.  Cleaning out and organizing the shed, planting the gardens, weeding, fixing the trellis around the deck, moving lawns!  The boys were the best help.  We rewarded ourselves with large Slurpee's.  Cameron and I went for a long bike ride while Devon went to a birthday party.  That night we watched Mission Impossible.  Today we wrote letters, I helped Devon with a school project (we're building an ancient Greek home out of clay - ambitious), had dinner at Mom and Dad's, played a game of Risk and now, we're watching another movie.  Yes, this weekend has been a mix of hard work, junk food, games, and movies!  Perfection!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We've also had fun dog sitting for my good friend Karen.  Two dogs plus our Pele!  One large, one medium, and one very small.  Pele and Sadie have had a great time playing together.   Abby, the older of the three, stays away from the action and just wants to rest.  They go home tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SDD4nBI6H7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/dbe8JWoojQo/s1600-h/IMG_1658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201930918817308594" style="CURSOR: hand" height="126" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SDD4nBI6H7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/dbe8JWoojQo/s200/IMG_1658.JPG" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SDD4nRI6H8I/AAAAAAAAATE/3QzafloGtp8/s1600-h/IMG_1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201930923112275906" style="CURSOR: hand" height="127" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SDD4nRI6H8I/AAAAAAAAATE/3QzafloGtp8/s200/IMG_1659.JPG" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so glad we had this weekend together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-1113917717479233386?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/1113917717479233386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=1113917717479233386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1113917717479233386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1113917717479233386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect-weekend.html' title='The Perfect Weekend'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SDD4nhI6H9I/AAAAAAAAATM/a0_UVJqUpmc/s72-c/Beaver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-4560904941132680000</id><published>2008-05-11T21:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:55:11.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kind of Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love Mother's Day.  Rather then bask in the attention and expressions of love from my children, I think about all the things I could be doing better.  I remember all my mistakes.  Yes, I should work on this I know.  But, I like the day to day hugs, smiles, and random acts of kindness that my children give me every other day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a nice Mother's Day.  I got to make my own breakfast, pancakes, and enjoy them with the boys.  I had a nap.  I helped make my Mom dinner and had a fun visit with family.  A fairly normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what would I like in two weeks for my birthday?  That's a different story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-4560904941132680000?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/4560904941132680000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=4560904941132680000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4560904941132680000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4560904941132680000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-kind-of-mothers-day.html' title='My Kind of Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-1330926039673121548</id><published>2008-05-04T21:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:26:20.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things</title><content type='html'>I'm focusing on the good today - and my thoughts have taken me to the new things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have a new record time for my 10km run - 55 minutes.  Two minutes faster then last year.  Thanks Kevin for motivating me to keep running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I wore my new spring skirt to church today and new sandals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have a new calling - family history consultant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I did a new thing with the meat I bought yesterday - I froze them in freezer bags WITH marinate in the bag - YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am reading a new book - Lonesome Gods by Louis L'Amour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I held a new baby today at church - Cayde Walters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I saw lots of new growth when I walked to church - new perennials popping up and new buds ready to burst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I flew our new kite with the boys today - SO MUCH FUN!!!  (They have great kites at Costco right now for $10).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I opened a new bag of peanut M&amp;amp;M's (Costco sized) and ate way too many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I discovered new talents that I never knew I had . . . thanks to KariLynn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I tried a new meal last night when I went out with Chuck - stuffed Halibut with Mango Chutney - amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I saw a new movie with my family on Friday - IronMan.  (It was okay, but I'm married to a real Ironman.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-1330926039673121548?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/1330926039673121548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=1330926039673121548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1330926039673121548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1330926039673121548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-things.html' title='New Things'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-6021752390139502669</id><published>2008-05-02T23:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:33:40.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I am running in the Great Human Race.  It is traditionally my first 'event' of the season and I look forward to it.  It is as fun run - just 10km - with LOTS of runners.  Every year I collect pledges for the Edmonton Autism Society.  I run for my brother, Kevin, who is autistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a lot of time together when I was much younger.  We are just under two years apart.  I have always had a special place in my heart for Kevin.  I wrote a story about our relationship several years ago.  Now that we are older, we don't see eachother very often.  In fact, a month can pass by before we are together at my parents house for dinner.  Kevin lives in his own house now with two other handicapped adults and live in aids.  He is doing really well.  I often think about our childhood memories - watching cartoons together (Bugs Bunny and Scooby-Doo), reading books (Harry the Dirty Dog and Curious George), or just sitting beside eachother on the couch (rocking back and forth in unison).  Our relationship is much different now.  He doesn't like to be around people - common for most autistic people.  So when he is at my parents, he 'hides' in the den.  I wonder if he remembers the things we used to do together.  I wonder what he thinks about.  I wonder what he'll say to me when we meet again in heaven, when he is whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-6021752390139502669?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/6021752390139502669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=6021752390139502669' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6021752390139502669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6021752390139502669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/05/kevin.html' title='Kevin'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-5522176071416236666</id><published>2008-04-23T16:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:41:25.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Focus</title><content type='html'>Okay - I have been told my last post was a bit depressing and lacked positive focus. It's true. But I am a gardener. I am a spring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;junky&lt;/span&gt;! Also, my birthday is in May and I always pray for true spring for my birthday. But, I will shift my focus to something happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be turning 36 next month. A bit closer to 40 and I say, bring it on! I don't think there is an age that I won't embrace. I was thinking today about what I MIGHT like to accomplish before I turn 40. Why do I say 'might'? Because I don't want anyone holding me to these goals. My list is simply random brain storming. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Run a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;2. Travel to New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn another language - French, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Russian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;German?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bike the Golden Triangle.&lt;br /&gt;5. Paint a picture on canvas.&lt;br /&gt;6. Write a story.&lt;br /&gt;7. GET a stone massage.&lt;br /&gt;8. Teach seminary.&lt;br /&gt;9. Act in another play.&lt;br /&gt;10. Stay at the resort by Lake Louise.&lt;br /&gt;11. Hike up Marble Canyon - again.&lt;br /&gt;12. Travel to the east coast.&lt;br /&gt;13. Get a real family photo taken.&lt;br /&gt;14. Make lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saskatoon&lt;/span&gt; jam.&lt;br /&gt;15. Go on a cruise.&lt;br /&gt;16. See Billy Joel perform live.&lt;br /&gt;17. See STOMP - again.&lt;br /&gt;18. Help my sister organize her condo.&lt;br /&gt;19. Sing - more singing I mean.&lt;br /&gt;20. Play the piano more often.&lt;br /&gt;21. Finish my cross-stitch.&lt;br /&gt;22. Hike through the Redwood Forest.&lt;br /&gt;23. Take tap dancing.&lt;br /&gt;24. Read 48 books - that's one a month.&lt;br /&gt;25. Have my year supply of food storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. I'm sure I'll think of more. Like teaching Devon to drive, he'll be 16 when I'm 40! Or watching Cameron perform in the school play - he's already excited for Junior High drama class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while the snow melts, I'll focus on the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-5522176071416236666?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/5522176071416236666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=5522176071416236666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5522176071416236666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5522176071416236666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/04/future-focus.html' title='Future Focus'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-5620361033460084961</id><published>2008-04-22T07:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:04.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Even Know What To Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SA3wd--fcQI/AAAAAAAAASk/fNkbX-DJMcc/s1600-h/P1000630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192070343340028162" style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="184" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SA3wd--fcQI/AAAAAAAAASk/fNkbX-DJMcc/s200/P1000630.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SA3wee-fcRI/AAAAAAAAASs/UofeXFzrLII/s1600-h/P1000631+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192070351929962770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SA3wee-fcRI/AAAAAAAAASs/UofeXFzrLII/s200/P1000631+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SA3weu-fcSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/y-bjAoKLVRs/s1600-h/P1000632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192070356224930082" style="CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SA3weu-fcSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/y-bjAoKLVRs/s200/P1000632.JPG" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-5620361033460084961?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/5620361033460084961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=5620361033460084961' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5620361033460084961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/5620361033460084961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-even-know-what-to-say.html' title='I Don&apos;t Even Know What To Say'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SA3wd--fcQI/AAAAAAAAASk/fNkbX-DJMcc/s72-c/P1000630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-65425370936104674</id><published>2008-04-15T19:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:03:35.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I love my job.  But I also love my days off.  And I always take Tuesday's off.  Today, I did many things that I love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I had blueberry muffins for breakfast - with real blueberries.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I went to the temple.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I got everything done on my 'to-do-list' that have been waiting to be done for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I had lunch with Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I re-potted some plants.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I finally got the oven cleaned, (this had been put off for over a year) while listening to a great talk on CD.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I gave the dog a bath.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I read my book.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I had a nap.&lt;br /&gt;10.  And tonight, I will relax at home with my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.  To some, this hardly sounds like a day off.  If you know me, I could hardly sit still all day.  I'd start to twitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was able to feel joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-65425370936104674?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/65425370936104674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=65425370936104674' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/65425370936104674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/65425370936104674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/04/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-1087325629581613689</id><published>2008-04-07T21:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:05.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_rhjKcJiWI/AAAAAAAAASI/0PMIdh1Hubg/s1600-h/Devon+and+Cameron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186705915084638562" style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="166" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_rhjKcJiWI/AAAAAAAAASI/0PMIdh1Hubg/s200/Devon+and+Cameron.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_rhjqcJiXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HxUWUaR6dFE/s1600-h/P1000625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186705923674573170" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" height="115" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_rhjqcJiXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HxUWUaR6dFE/s200/P1000625.JPG" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_rhjqcJiYI/AAAAAAAAASY/YqwxSRjhOVY/s1600-h/Cameron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186705923674573186" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="163" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_rhjqcJiYI/AAAAAAAAASY/YqwxSRjhOVY/s200/Cameron.jpg" width="99" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one is for all my dear friends in Utah who blamed me for the snow fall while I was visiting. Here is proof that the snow followed me back home. Devon and his friends were able to make a snowball, almost as tall as Devon, in one day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're welcome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-1087325629581613689?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/1087325629581613689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=1087325629581613689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1087325629581613689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1087325629581613689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/04/snowball.html' title='Snowball'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_rhjKcJiWI/AAAAAAAAASI/0PMIdh1Hubg/s72-c/Devon+and+Cameron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-306072358704426582</id><published>2008-04-03T22:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:06.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Spring, and Laughter</title><content type='html'>My six day holiday. I had a wonderful trip. Lots of laughter, lots of surprises, and lots of shopping. I feel complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned, Bobi's surprise party was a great success. I was able to spend three days with her and her family. We had time to visit alone and get caught up on life. I enjoyed my time with her more than I can say! Here she is (on the right) with Lia, at Lia's house for a girl's night. I laughed myself to tears a few times that night. And Lia, true to form, got me good. She promised to post the picture on her Facebook page, so you'll have to look there for the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_WzxacJiOI/AAAAAAAAARI/wq9SHYhSyPc/s1600-h/P1000600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185248207479343330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_WzxacJiOI/AAAAAAAAARI/wq9SHYhSyPc/s200/P1000600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I spent the rest of my time with Tina and her family - but did NOT get a picture. How is that possible!!?? Tina and I are sisters - I swear! I love her dearly and she helped me spend my hard earned money. I post this picture of the beloved Target symbol just to rub it in to my Canadian friends - sorry - I'm really quite mean. But KariLynn will be so proud because here I bought something pink and blue, because she dared me to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_WzxqcJiPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/a722fdudWp8/s1600-h/Target.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185248211774310642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_WzxqcJiPI/AAAAAAAAARQ/a722fdudWp8/s200/Target.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On my last day I got to meet my dear friend Cheyney from Texas, who is now living in Morgan, Utah, for a late lunch. Cheyney is the BEST writer I know. She has a true talent and I love her emails. She inspires me by her perseverance. Cheyney is one of the dedicated men and women of the US Postal Service. Yes - she truly delivers the mail rain or shine and her car has the dents to prove it. This is her side view mirror scuffed up from hitting road side mail boxes - oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_W3X6cJiVI/AAAAAAAAASA/OYLUhvZ7TPs/s1600-h/P1000619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185252167439190354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_W3X6cJiVI/AAAAAAAAASA/OYLUhvZ7TPs/s200/P1000619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_W186cJiRI/AAAAAAAAARg/JfTcJ-5WjSs/s1600-h/P1000620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185250604071094546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_W186cJiRI/AAAAAAAAARg/JfTcJ-5WjSs/s200/P1000620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only set back from my trip was the weather. I escaped Edmonton fully expecting warm spring weather with an abundance of flowers. Ya right! It snowed and was cooler the Edmonton! I took sandals to wear them, and wear them I did! I had the cold feet to prove it. But I knew I would find flowers on temple square - even if some were covered in snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_Wzv6cJiLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/AamfdR2osN4/s1600-h/Flowers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185248181709539506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_Wzv6cJiLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/AamfdR2osN4/s200/Flowers2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_WzwKcJiMI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WRuZ3e5Y-Dg/s1600-h/Hyacinth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185248186004506818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_WzwKcJiMI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/WRuZ3e5Y-Dg/s200/Hyacinth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to close my holiday report, here are some of my favorite things. A few snapshots from my favorite places. 100 points to anyone who can tell me what and where these photos are.&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_W3XacJiUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/tg54sQe0tJk/s1600-h/JSBuilding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185252158849255746" style="CURSOR: hand" height="149" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_W3XacJiUI/AAAAAAAAAR4/tg54sQe0tJk/s200/JSBuilding.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_W196cJiSI/AAAAAAAAARo/2IMRGIwjb9E/s1600-h/Treble+Clef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185250621250963746" style="WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="203" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_W196cJiSI/AAAAAAAAARo/2IMRGIwjb9E/s200/Treble+Clef.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_W1-KcJiTI/AAAAAAAAARw/N8ON1AGOAco/s1600-h/Window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185250625545931058" style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="197" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_W1-KcJiTI/AAAAAAAAARw/N8ON1AGOAco/s200/Window.jpg" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to be home. This is home for me. I actually enjoyed driving in my van today eventhough I had a great little silver sports car to drive in Salt Lake. I picked up my boys from the airport today. They are happy to be home too. That's a good thing. And it's great to see Chuck again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home. &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/6233017171132171028-306072358704426582?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/306072358704426582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=306072358704426582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/306072358704426582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/306072358704426582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/04/snow-spring-and-laughter.html' title='Snow, Spring, and Laughter'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R_WzxacJiOI/AAAAAAAAARI/wq9SHYhSyPc/s72-c/P1000600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-1211427164898142664</id><published>2008-03-30T20:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:41:22.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!</title><content type='html'>Finally - I can update my blog.  I haven't written for almost a month for fear that I would type something about my trip to Utah and therefore completely ruin the surprise of my arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to where I once lived, to surprise my good friend Bobi for her birthday.  This has been planned for many months and it was difficult emailing her or talking to her on the phone.  I was so anxious that I would slip and say something and the whole party would be blown.  But, much to my relief (and her husband's), the day was a complete surprise.  What a perfect way to honor the friend who has walked through the darkest, and the happiest, times with me.  Coach Bobi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be honest - in keeping with the theme of my last post - that I was a bit nervous coming to Salt Lake.  I have come a couple of times since moving back to Edmonton.  But being here always brings back memories, both good and sad.  As I flew over the valley, the flood of emotions almost became too great.  I lived here for six years and experienced more then I could possibly write about.  It is hard to see the house I once called home be in disrepair.  As I drove near the area where Devon went to Kindergarten, where Cameron learned to walk, where I once planted a garden and flowers and trees, I felt such sorrow for what was lost.  I found myself praying to have the strength to stop looking back at the past, and to see how I have moved forward.  I have my family around me again.  I have a husband who loves me and though we struggle at times, we have the same goal and we have never lost sight of the miracles that brought us together.  I have two, no, FOUR boys now, who I believe really like me.  Fine young men that I enjoy being with.  I am stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it is good to reflect on the past.  But always it should be to see how far we have come.  Then, we should turn our eyes forward, and embrace what is yet to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-1211427164898142664?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/1211427164898142664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=1211427164898142664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1211427164898142664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1211427164898142664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/03/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-6861922878167789009</id><published>2008-03-05T23:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:35:00.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honest</title><content type='html'>If I were to ever write a book, I would title it "Honest". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived many years of my life not being honest.  By that I mean ... being one of those women who played the part ... put the smile on, put myself together, always said, 'yes, life is good'.  I am a firm believer that WOMEN need to be honest with ourselves and a tad better at &lt;strong&gt;being&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;our honest selves &lt;/strong&gt;with those around us.  How many times do you see someone and think, "She has it all.  She is so together and confident"?  When that women is probably just about to tears but is 'playing the part'.  And sometimes, we have to do that.  And then sometimes, don't you think we would feel on a level playing field if we weren't just a bit more honest?  There is a huge surge of relief that I feel when someone confides in me a piece of their honest fears or doubts or worries.  I feel connected to them.  I feel not so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start.  I'll be honest.  Today was hard.  And lonely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I will have to begin a legal process that I had hoped and prayed to avoid.  I cannot express how much I don't wish to do this, but have no other choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, my 12 year old son shared with me something I already knew, that he would like to live with his Dad.  Of course he does.  He loves his Dad and it is hard to be away from him for so long.  We talked. I did very well keeping my emotions inside and just listening to him share his feelings. I asked him, "can we wait for a while" and by that he knew I meant a few more years.  He said 'ya'.  Even though I was not surprised, my heart aches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he is asleep, I can be honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-6861922878167789009?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/6861922878167789009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=6861922878167789009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6861922878167789009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6861922878167789009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/03/honest.html' title='Honest'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-1931605274174874726</id><published>2008-02-26T16:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:07.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><content type='html'>A few good stories to share from our crazy home. Most of them involve Cameron, okay all the stories are about Cameron - but that shouldn't surprise anyone! This picture says it all...he put himself in Pele's kennel AND locked the door just "to see if I could fit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R8SkQtLZnnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/pQKekZLkav0/s1600-h/P1000561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171438879040446066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R8SkQtLZnnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/pQKekZLkav0/s200/P1000561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A few nights ago, Chuck picked up Cameron from basketball practice. His son John was in the car with them. John is 17 and has a bad habit of smoking. Cameron, in classic honest form, turns to John and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;: Why do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;: Uhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;: Cause I'm making this movie on the computer at school about smoking and do you know what they put in cigarettes? It's disgusting. It is all bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;: Cameron, I am not comfortable talking about this right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;: Well, we just don't want our little Johnny boy dying from smoking.&lt;br /&gt;Later, John said to Chuck, "that almost makes me want to quit!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cameron loves finding 'treasures'. While it may be junk to some, Cameron sees these items as treasure for his funky junk which he turns into interesting projects. On Monday, while walking home for lunch, Cameron found a 'no parking -snow removal' sign laying on the ground. Not just the sign, but also the post it was attached to. He carried it all the way home. KariLynn, who happened to be at the house to witness his proud arrival, had a good giggle with me. I explained this was not funky junk and he needed to put it back in the snow bank on the street. Not sure which was funnier, seeing him walk in the door with the sign, or watching him put the sign in the snow and try to get it to stand up straight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To finish, I must share Devon's latest success. My boys are so different in all things, but so gifted in their personalities. Devon qualified for further testing for the Academic Challenge program for Junior High. Not sure if he'll choose to enter the program, but he enjoys learning and studying hard. He still wants to be a 'storm chaser' when he grows up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt;:         Cameron, what do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;: Uhhh, I dunna know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Whatever they do - I pray for them to be happy and to be true to themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-1931605274174874726?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/1931605274174874726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=1931605274174874726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1931605274174874726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1931605274174874726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/02/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R8SkQtLZnnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/pQKekZLkav0/s72-c/P1000561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-1427256861669242786</id><published>2008-02-10T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:24:31.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Shall Address Me As...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In keeping with the conversation had at last girl's night, I will now list the many names with which I have been, or shall be addressed by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lara&lt;/span&gt; - simple, to the point, and after all, it is my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; - this is what my family calls me, specifically my Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LJ &lt;/span&gt;- again, a family favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jane of the Jungle&lt;/span&gt; - from my youth days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Daddy Long Legs&lt;/span&gt; - only now after many years of healing am I able &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to mention this without crying. This is a nickname from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elementary School. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm okay with my long legs, now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt; - there's nothing wrong with this name, but it is not mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Arla Davidson&lt;/span&gt; - this is the name is my High School yearbook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the girl who put it together didn't like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Momma&lt;/span&gt; - interesting, the boys don't call me this. Chuck does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Honey, Sweetie&lt;/span&gt; - again, names Chuck calls me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lara Amer...who?&lt;/span&gt; - kay, that's what people said when they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;learning my new last name. Thus, the web name of my blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lara Amerangon&lt;/span&gt; - ya, I could go on and on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And last, but not least...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Baroness Lara Taets Van Amerongen&lt;/span&gt; - this should be said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a slight bow or curtsey. It's true, in Chuck's ancestory, there were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barons and Baroness'. Think the title suits me?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, neither do I!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-1427256861669242786?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/1427256861669242786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=1427256861669242786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1427256861669242786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/1427256861669242786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-shall-address-me-as.html' title='You Shall Address Me As...'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-6260585079693773188</id><published>2008-02-07T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:07.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it time for an update yet?</title><content type='html'>My friends are so good about writing the going's on of their loved ones. I have been a slacker. Here is a plethera (okay, maybe just a few) of exciting events in our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R6uT-3VFA3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQ7mBlCjmZs/s1600-h/P1000551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164384105923937138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R6uT-3VFA3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQ7mBlCjmZs/s200/P1000551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pele has grown a full two inches since I last blogged.   We're so proud.  She will sit, lay down, stay, shake a paw, and speak on command now. But she is just too excited when it comes time for a walk to actually walk beside me. So much world to see and so little time. She watches at the window at the end of the day waiting for the boys to get home from school. And is overjoyed when the door bell rings because that means there are new people to love. If we can't find something, it is usually in her kennel. She discovers 'treasures' and quickly runs to her kennel to hid them to be chewed on later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R6uT-XVFA2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/saINr_sUUkY/s1600-h/Devon%27s+relay+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164384097334002530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R6uT-XVFA2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/saINr_sUUkY/s200/Devon%27s+relay+team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Devon had an exciting weekend. His relay team won the Harrier Relay Race on Friday night. It was an incredibly awesome event to watch! I was so happy for these boys. The best part was watching their shocked expressions when the last runner flew to the finish line. This was a huge event for Devon. He has worked very hard since Grade three to become a speed demon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R6uYO3VFA4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/XPhqO9Da0mY/s1600-h/P1000557+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164388778848355202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R6uYO3VFA4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/XPhqO9Da0mY/s200/P1000557+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My squishy is soooo happy these days and that is a huge relief to his Momma. He's had some rough events and months but with some help, he's been able to talk through some hurt and find more room for joy! Isn't that the best when you're NINE??? He had great fun shovelling the snow on our deck into his own fort. As I write this, he is outside defending his territory while Devon and a friend build their our baracade. The battle is soon to begin... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/54/Cross-country_skiing_Schwedentritt.jpg/800px-Cross-country_skiing_Schwedentritt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/54/Cross-country_skiing_Schwedentritt.jpg/800px-Cross-country_skiing_Schwedentritt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chuck just called with some "big news".  The Burkebeiner cross country ski race scheduled for Saturday has been cancelled!!  This shouldn't surprise anyone with the weather forecast for the weekend.  But Chuck??  No, he was prepared to join the event no matter what the wind chill.  This is great for me though - he can now be home to help out on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R6uYPXVFA5I/AAAAAAAAAQg/c-U2RVjXkhA/s1600-h/P1000560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164388787438289810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R6uYPXVFA5I/AAAAAAAAAQg/c-U2RVjXkhA/s200/P1000560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am doing good.  Still loving my ballet class and as you can see my slippers are getting well worn.  Each Wednesday night I join my three classmates as we try, so very hard, to be graceful and balanced.  Last night however, we all had the giggles as we sha-sayed across the floor, on the balls of our feet, arms in fifth position.  We did fine when we finally turned our backs to the mirror so we couldn't watch ourselves!  Fun times!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There you have it - a proper update for your evening enjoyment.  Now, I guess it's that time again.  Time to decided WHAT to feed the troops.  And THAT, is another story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-6260585079693773188?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/6260585079693773188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=6260585079693773188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6260585079693773188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6260585079693773188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-it-time-for-update-yet.html' title='Is it time for an update yet?'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R6uT-3VFA3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CQ7mBlCjmZs/s72-c/P1000551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-6919483141275455748</id><published>2008-01-02T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:08.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mighty Pele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R3uzWnNFCHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MWTjM3RRgjk/s1600-h/Cameron+and+Pele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150907799890626674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R3uzWnNFCHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MWTjM3RRgjk/s200/Cameron+and+Pele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Christmas Eve, we got a new addition to our family. She is wonderful and we named her Pele after the Hawaiian Goddess of Volcanoes and the mighty soccer player.  She is a cross between an Australian cattle dog and a cocker spaniel.  She is almost ten weeks old and so very smart.  I love this picture mostly because of the pure joy on Cameron's face.  This boy has needed his own dog!  Welcome to the family Pele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-6919483141275455748?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/6919483141275455748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=6919483141275455748' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6919483141275455748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6919483141275455748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2008/01/mighty-pele.html' title='The Mighty Pele'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/R3uzWnNFCHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MWTjM3RRgjk/s72-c/Cameron+and+Pele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-8219579013829962086</id><published>2007-11-18T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T18:27:35.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Turn!  My Turn!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah - I love being tagged.  Thanks Michelley...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Thing I was Doing 10 Years Ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Moving into our first home in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;2. Serving in the Young Women's.&lt;br /&gt;3. Starting up my massage business.&lt;br /&gt;4. Playing with my almost two year old Devon.&lt;br /&gt;5. Praying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5 Things I was Doing 5 Years Ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Celebrating one month of marriage to Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;2. Planning Devon's 7th birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;3. Figuring out the world of stepmother.&lt;br /&gt;4. Playing the piano in primary.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Praying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5 Things I was doing 1 Year Ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Practicing massage at the Chiro clinic.&lt;br /&gt;2. Planning a trip to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;3. Helping Dad put up the Christmas lights.&lt;br /&gt;4. Feeling much more settled in life.&lt;br /&gt;5. Praying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Snacks I Really Enjoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cereal&lt;br /&gt;2. Fresh fruit&lt;br /&gt;3. Cheese&lt;br /&gt;4. Ginger Ale&lt;br /&gt;5. Cinnamon Toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5 Things I Did Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to two basketball games&lt;br /&gt;2. Watched Independence Day with my boys&lt;br /&gt;3. Cleaned the bathroom - finally&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to the temple&lt;br /&gt;5. Planned sharing time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5 Jobs I’ve Had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Hudson Bay Company&lt;br /&gt;2. Cleaner at a movie theatre&lt;br /&gt;3. Sam's Club&lt;br /&gt;4. Lab Technician&lt;br /&gt;5. Massage therapist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5 Things I Would Do if I Had a Million Dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SAVE SAVE SAVE&lt;br /&gt;2. Give some to my family&lt;br /&gt;3. Put some in accounts for the boys&lt;br /&gt;4. Donate to a charity&lt;br /&gt;5. Go on a trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5 T.V. Shows I Like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. NCIS&lt;br /&gt;2. Survivor&lt;br /&gt;3. Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;4. The Office&lt;br /&gt;5. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5 Things I Hate Doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting into the cold pool on my swim days&lt;br /&gt;2. Cleaning the bathrooms&lt;br /&gt;3. Cleaning the cat's litter box&lt;br /&gt;4. Hearing the boys fight&lt;br /&gt;5. Being tired, sad, lonely, or depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5 Biggest Joys of the Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Friends&lt;br /&gt;2. Movie nights with the boys&lt;br /&gt;3. Reading&lt;br /&gt;4. Prayers&lt;br /&gt;5. Afternoon naps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5 People Tagged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Nikki&lt;br /&gt;2. KariLynn&lt;br /&gt;3. Heather&lt;br /&gt;4. Laura&lt;br /&gt;5. Anyone else who wants to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-8219579013829962086?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/8219579013829962086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=8219579013829962086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8219579013829962086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8219579013829962086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-turn-my-turn.html' title='My Turn!  My Turn!!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-696671202072133322</id><published>2007-11-11T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:54:05.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Are a Few of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>Favorite food:  cereal&lt;br /&gt;Favorite music:  anything Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Favorite store:  Target&lt;br /&gt;Favorite perfume:  Little Black Dress&lt;br /&gt;Favorite candy:  Peanut M&amp;amp;M's&lt;br /&gt;Favorite pasttime:  reading&lt;br /&gt;Favorite recent memory:  visiting my 94 year old Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;Favorite day of the week:  Friday&lt;br /&gt;Favorite movie:  Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;Favorite way to cope:  house cleaning&lt;br /&gt;Favorite way to cope (part two):  sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-696671202072133322?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/696671202072133322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=696671202072133322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/696671202072133322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/696671202072133322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2007/11/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These Are a Few of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-8866491542781874760</id><published>2007-10-29T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:09.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparing Grade One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Ryaj11_azII/AAAAAAAAAPo/MSAQUu5R1RQ/s1600-h/Grade+One0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126965371229359234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Ryaj11_azII/AAAAAAAAAPo/MSAQUu5R1RQ/s200/Grade+One0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Ryaj2F_azJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/MbDXs1qXBQg/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126965375524326546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Ryaj2F_azJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/MbDXs1qXBQg/s200/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Ryaj2l_azKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6PBSjFuBNEw/s1600-h/Devon+Gr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126965384114261154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Ryaj2l_azKI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6PBSjFuBNEw/s200/Devon+Gr1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ya - I think they look like me.  Especially my squishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-8866491542781874760?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/8866491542781874760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=8866491542781874760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8866491542781874760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8866491542781874760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2007/10/comparing-grade-one.html' title='Comparing Grade One'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Ryaj11_azII/AAAAAAAAAPo/MSAQUu5R1RQ/s72-c/Grade+One0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-8020915129607615750</id><published>2007-10-20T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:09.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rxp2lhRAIHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gUNV0kfUefo/s1600-h/Tree+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123537913044279410" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rxp2lhRAIHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gUNV0kfUefo/s200/Tree+(2).jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few years ago, I went for a country run in Utah.  I came across this tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stopped dead in my tracks.  I could not believe what I was seeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This tree, determined to grow in spite of a major obstacle, split this boulder in two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have this picture on the wall in my office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It reminds me that I can choose to grow, to endure, to move forward in spite of whatever challenges come my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if it feels like the weight is crushing me, I can overcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With God, all things are possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-8020915129607615750?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/8020915129607615750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=8020915129607615750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8020915129607615750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8020915129607615750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2007/10/few-years-ago-i-went-for-country-run-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rxp2lhRAIHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gUNV0kfUefo/s72-c/Tree+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-4021817031905149115</id><published>2007-10-15T00:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T00:29:19.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's continue...</title><content type='html'>Keeping with my theme of finding the good things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Meagan Bezooyen.  The little sweetie spent half of sacrament meeting on my lap cheering me up with her smiles and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  A yummy roast beef dinner that I had the energy to make AND could actually taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Night time cuddles and Eskimo kisses with Cameron - getting older, but still my snuggler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Feeling grateful for the peaceful and tender heart of my handsome, TALL almost 12 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Having the power go out for an hour on Saturday night.  We had candles, we had flashlights.  The boys had a great time together and Chuck and I got to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Fresh strawberries on ice cream in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Getting almost all of the classes parts typed out for the primary program that is two weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Emails from friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  My Mom and Dad.  A total constant in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  A few moments of spiritual clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-4021817031905149115?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/4021817031905149115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=4021817031905149115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4021817031905149115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4021817031905149115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2007/10/lets-continue.html' title='Let&apos;s continue...'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-4206998864239792415</id><published>2007-10-11T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:32:16.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus on the Positive</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving weekend has passed and most of it is a blur to me.  After two weeks of fighting some alien virus, I ended up with a bout of pneumonia.  Feeling obligated to work, I pressed on when I shouldn't have and became quite depressed from the classic 'over-doer' syndrome.  So, as I am on the mend, it's time to regain my optimistic self and focus on some of the positives of the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Going to the symphony with Devon.  We heard classics from Star Wars, ET, Jaws, Harry Potter, Schlinder's List.  At the end of the night, we were both so impressed we couldn't decide which performance was our favorite.  I had a great time with Devon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Going to see "Noises Off" at the Citadel with Chuck and John.  FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Watching 'The Office', 'Survivor', and 'Chuck' with Chuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Eating grapes.  Thank goodness for something I could actually taste when I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.   Playing the piano for an hour at 1am.  Unable to sleep one night, and praying for something to help me relax, I felt prompted to go and play some of the classics.  Having a digital piano, I could plug in the earphones and play without disturbing the whole house.  Bach was soothing, and soon I was asleep on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Going for a walk in the ravine with the family and seeing a beaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Long, hot, showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Thanksgiving dinner at my Mom's.  Hearing the cousins have a blast together and hearing the whole family share what they are thankful for.  Almost everyone mentioned being grateful for family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  My ballet class.  Fun and challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Reading "Buddha" by Depak Chopra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-4206998864239792415?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/4206998864239792415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=4206998864239792415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4206998864239792415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4206998864239792415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2007/10/focus-on-positive.html' title='Focus on the Positive'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-2514086574970167941</id><published>2007-09-24T20:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:10.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Grow So Fast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rvh6GeL1c4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/bqC7f2U3jtA/s1600-h/IMG_1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113971628479705986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rvh6GeL1c4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/bqC7f2U3jtA/s200/IMG_1534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to spend the day at Birch Bay Ranch with the Grade Six classes from Devon's school. I had a wonderful time hanging out with Devon and a few of his friends. I took pleasure in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; him just a bit, but randomly singing "Walk On By" as we walked from archery to the climbing wall. I realized how quickly Devon has grown from 9lbs 11oz to 5'4" and size 101/2 feet. He is the peacemaker in our family. Very sensitive to others and unfailingly patient - especially with me. Devon will turn 12 in November.&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rvh6H-L1c5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/UdX0fGilFl4/s1600-h/Archery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113971654249509778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rvh6H-L1c5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/UdX0fGilFl4/s200/Archery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rvh6IOL1c6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/8V8OsMGdvyQ/s1600-h/IMG_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113971658544477090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rvh6IOL1c6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/8V8OsMGdvyQ/s200/IMG_1539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is my squishy. He's so cute and cuddly. Saves him from his "Calvin"-like personality every day. He is our entertainer. He had the funniest giggles from having Kitty try on his new Halloween mask - and then took several pictures of the Masked Cat. He too is unfailingly patient - with me. Tonight, he rubbed me head. He knows I love it and it makes the night-time snuggle last longer too. He faces the challenge of learning how to write - script write. He is frustrated and I'm not the best help since I gave up writing in Junior High. But he tries. Oh, how he tries. And I admire that in him. Last week, my squishy turned 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rvh-1OL1c7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/CwmIPSWlPpU/s1600-h/IMG_1577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113976829685101490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rvh-1OL1c7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/CwmIPSWlPpU/s200/IMG_1577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rvh-1eL1c8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4Ya9bjWR-dA/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113976833980068802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rvh-1eL1c8I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4Ya9bjWR-dA/s200/IMG_1541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-2514086574970167941?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/2514086574970167941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=2514086574970167941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2514086574970167941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/2514086574970167941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2007/09/they-grow-so-fast.html' title='They Grow So Fast...'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rvh6GeL1c4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/bqC7f2U3jtA/s72-c/IMG_1534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-7958860412173137555</id><published>2007-09-13T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:43:06.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will be first?</title><content type='html'>I am conducting a test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few months, I have had many people say, "I need to come see you for a massage."  But then, life gets hectic, schedules get full, and people ignore their bodies screams for attention and pampering.  I understand.  As I find myself with a quieter month at the office, I am letting my fellow 'sufferers' know that this is a good time to come on in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, and this is the test, I will offer 50% off a one hour massage to the FIRST friend who responds to this blog.  Ready, set, go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-7958860412173137555?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/7958860412173137555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=7958860412173137555' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/7958860412173137555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/7958860412173137555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2007/09/who-will-be-first.html' title='Who will be first?'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-8377502472894929499</id><published>2007-09-04T07:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:11.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn Mazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rt1lb_90KYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hkoBp9tTYHw/s1600-h/P1000423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106349084209588610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rt1lb_90KYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hkoBp9tTYHw/s200/P1000423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rt1lbf90KXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9rkQzOrtqKA/s1600-h/P1000419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106349075619654002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rt1lbf90KXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9rkQzOrtqKA/s200/P1000419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rt1lav90KWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/p9Vpp7MQLqs/s1600-h/P1000416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106349062734752098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rt1lav90KWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/p9Vpp7MQLqs/s200/P1000416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rt1lbf90KXI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9rkQzOrtqKA/s1600-h/P1000419.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent our last day of free time at the Edmonton Corn Maze.  None of us had been before, so we didn't know what to expect.  We managed to find our way through - especially if Devon was the leader. He never led us in the wrong direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-8377502472894929499?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/8377502472894929499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=8377502472894929499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8377502472894929499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/8377502472894929499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2007/09/corn-mazing.html' title='Corn Mazing'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/Rt1lb_90KYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hkoBp9tTYHw/s72-c/P1000423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-4912380951228261010</id><published>2007-08-30T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:00:47.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys</title><content type='html'>Devon and Cameron are home.  I missed them so much this summer.  I could hardly breath as I waited for them to come through the customs doors.  This is the first summer that I had tears in my eyes and an ache in my heart from wanting to hold them and hug them.  As they came through the doors, I hurried over, ignored the flight attendant who was waiting for me to prove I was their Mother, and wrapped them in my arms.  Kissed their heads.  Held Cameron's face in my hands and said, "I missed you Squishy."  Alternated between Devon - who grew an inch and a half, and Cameron - who grew an inch, smothering them.  The hardest part of having them away so long, is forgetting what it FEELS like to hug them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-4912380951228261010?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/4912380951228261010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=4912380951228261010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4912380951228261010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/4912380951228261010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-boys.html' title='My Boys'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-7902177528039158449</id><published>2007-08-29T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:11:11.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironman Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/RtYsgv90KSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7QVGvAgcRY0/s1600-h/IMG_1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104316168814209314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/RtYsgv90KSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7QVGvAgcRY0/s200/IMG_1525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/RtYshP90KUI/AAAAAAAAAOI/iFSOUSribvU/s1600-h/IMG_1527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104316177404143938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/RtYshP90KUI/AAAAAAAAAOI/iFSOUSribvU/s200/IMG_1527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/RtYsg_90KTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/n_10FCA8Sao/s1600-h/IMG_1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104316173109176626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/RtYsg_90KTI/AAAAAAAAAOA/n_10FCA8Sao/s200/IMG_1520.JPG" border="0" /&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;Just a few photos to give you a small taste of my week in Penticton.  We had a great time and Chuck had his second fastest Ironman time.  Race photos will be posted soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First photo is my 'baby' zucchini that I bought for ONE DOLLAR at the farmer's market.  This will make many yummy loaves of zucchini bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the saying on this T-Shirt in the Ironman merchandise tent.  Could me my new favorite saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last, me and the boys - Vince, Chuck, and Richard,  getting ready for a swim in Lake Okanagon a few days before Ironman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-7902177528039158449?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/7902177528039158449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=7902177528039158449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/7902177528039158449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/7902177528039158449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2007/08/ironman-week.html' title='Ironman Week'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/RtYsgv90KSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7QVGvAgcRY0/s72-c/IMG_1525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233017171132171028.post-6371644010980953725</id><published>2007-08-16T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:26:55.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH - I got tagged!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited, I love doing these things!  I'm easily entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;- Attached or single: Very attached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;- Best Friend: You know what - I would actually say Chuck!!  For those of you who 'know', that is a big thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;- Cake or Pie: Chocolate cake AND Saskatoon pie, but not at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;- Day of choice: Friday - it's date night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;- Essential Item: Toothpaste and lip balm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;- Favorite Color: Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;- Gummi Bears or Worms: NEITHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;- Hometown: Edmonton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;- Indulgence(s):  Cinnamon toast, doughnuts, and afternoon naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;- January or July:  Totally July!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;- Kids: Love em - miss my squishy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; - Life is Incomplete Without: Date night and girls nights - AMEN to that KariLynn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;- Marriage Date: October 24, 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;- Number of Siblings: 2 brothers and 2 sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;- Oranges or Apples: Spartan or Fuji Apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;- Phobias or Fears: Not being able to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;- Quote(s): "Remember - stressed is desserts spelled backwards!" by Loretta LaRoche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;- Reason To Smile: When Chuck winks at me and night time cuddles with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;- Season: Summer and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;- Tag Three: Tonikka, Kristy, and anyone else who wants to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;- Unknown Fact About Me: I would love to continue with fencing lessons and dancing lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;- Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animals: Give me a medium rare steak once a month and I good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;- Worst Habit: Worrying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;- X-Rays or Ultrasounds: You don't have to drink 800 glasses of water for an x-ray so that's an automatic win right there - AMEN to that AGAIN KariLynn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;- Your Favorite Food: Cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;- Zodiac: Gemini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6233017171132171028-6371644010980953725?l=amerwho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/feeds/6371644010980953725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6233017171132171028&amp;postID=6371644010980953725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6371644010980953725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233017171132171028/posts/default/6371644010980953725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amerwho.blogspot.com/2007/08/yeah-i-got-tagged.html' title='YEAH - I got tagged!!'/><author><name>Lara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03183972774078879585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6NKBzYYDic/SVlkTWfF9KI/AAAAAAAAAkI/2vsfkmIOHD8/S220/lara.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
