<?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-4135199774954711683</id><updated>2012-01-17T16:07:10.784-07:00</updated><category term='Sunday Food'/><category term='I&apos;m a Mormon'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Emergency Preparedness'/><category term='Droid'/><category term='Friday Favorites'/><category term='Crusty Mondays'/><title type='text'>My Three Sons</title><subtitle type='html'>The adventures and joys of raising boys!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>481</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-3185732965027610641</id><published>2012-01-06T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T22:08:46.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big waves and an outing with Mace</title><content type='html'>Mace and I went to catch a view of the "high surf advisory" waves. The waves were nice and big and I broke out the camera for a few shots.... It's difficult to get good shots of waves without a killer zoom lens (which I lack) so mostly these are just some scenic shots that I toyed around with while lugging my huge stomach over the rocks to get certain angles. As you can see, I had more fun editing them in weird ways when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#!i=1661853752&amp;amp;k=vKQkFdp&amp;amp;lb=1&amp;amp;s=A" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-vKQkFdp/0/M/i-vKQkFdp-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#!i=1661855885&amp;amp;k=fDPcRVv&amp;amp;lb=1&amp;amp;s=A" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-fDPcRVv/0/M/i-fDPcRVv-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#!i=1661857102&amp;amp;k=Rf4VRZW&amp;amp;lb=1&amp;amp;s=A" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-Rf4VRZW/0/M/i-Rf4VRZW-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#!i=1661857572&amp;amp;k=FLDL2kP&amp;amp;lb=1&amp;amp;s=A" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-FLDL2kP/0/M/i-FLDL2kP-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#!i=1661857874&amp;amp;k=QmS6LDN&amp;amp;lb=1&amp;amp;s=A" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-QmS6LDN/0/M/i-QmS6LDN-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love Pacifica!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-3185732965027610641?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3185732965027610641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=3185732965027610641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/3185732965027610641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/3185732965027610641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-waves-and-outing-with-mace.html' title='Big waves and an outing with Mace'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-4717464967161069209</id><published>2012-01-02T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T22:42:59.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Wrap-Up</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I said I'd do a wrap up of 2011, ya know, since I never did a family letter/Christmas card. So here's my feeble and rushed attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son #3 is loving Kindergarten. He's excelling quickly and surprising mom and dad with a long attention span and very good behavior. Seriously, who knew he had it in him? At home, he NEVER sits still, cant hug, cuddle or watch TV without wiggling his entire body incessantly. I think it's time for him to be back in swimming! He loves Mr. Bean and Lego video games. After years of claiming that he's NOT A BABY, he has decided that he's a baby again, complete with baby talk and a never-ending need for attention. (yes it all started when he found out another baby was coming into the family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son #2 is in 2nd grade at a school separate from his brothers. He has become a voracious reader, gobbling down entire chapter books in one night and waking in the morning eager to tell you all about the book. He still is full of curiosity and is addicted to anything scientific, gross or weird. He is adept at doing what he's asked quickly and never complains. He's a super good helper and a peace maker among his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son #1 is eagerly growing up and has landed in the 4th grade. He enjoys typical boy stuff: riding bikes and scooters, running and playing in the woods. He is responsible and dependable. He is excelling in scouts quickly and just started Webelos! He's in his 3rd year of piano and we're so proud of his diligence. On the verge of the "tween" years, we can see little changes starting to take place and we enter a different era of parenting with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has enjoyed her first year of not having a job outside the home! Thus leaving more time for her hobbies of baking, cooking, photography and cleaning. Currently, she's gearing up for Boy #4 by getting lots of sleep and preparing the house for him. She's been busy with a calling in Scouts and will probably never leave.... what with 4 boys and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is plugging away at Dental school. He's half way through his second year and doing very well, especially at the hands-on stuff. The Doctors are always impressed by his work and attention to detail. He's going to be an amazing and honest dentist! He's doing a wonderful job at leading family scripture study every night (we've been doing it for a year and a half strong! Go dad!) He still loves watching sports and trips to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a family, we are loving living near the ocean in the mild climate. It's also nice being near Mom's family and childhood friends. The year 2011 was not lacking in sadness; mom lost a baby in February, mom's uncle committed suicide in May, then a few month later mom's grandma was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, followed by many small scares with the current pregnancy. With all of these things looming we come out of it renewed in our faith that we will see our loved ones again. We are at peace knowing that we have living truth in our lives and amidst it all we are a happy family. How wonderful the Christmas season was! I think this time of year is magical because it's when we gather as families and remember the most important birth that ever occurred. We hope the New Year rings in many blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for a little something more in your life, visit&lt;a href="http://mormon.org/"&gt; mormon.org&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; to request a&lt;a href="http://mormon.org/free-book-of-mormon/"&gt; free Book of Mormon&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/missionaries/"&gt;have missionaries come visit you.&lt;/a&gt; (my kids really like to watch the "i'm a mormon" videos. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gibbons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-4717464967161069209?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4717464967161069209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=4717464967161069209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4717464967161069209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4717464967161069209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-wrap-up.html' title='2011 Wrap-Up'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-5513991371862478888</id><published>2011-12-27T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:19:24.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Card Dilema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you feel you need one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKaEGDxMK4w/TvqYxEC8iyI/AAAAAAAAMDM/mWNkelRhRPA/s1600/Mailbox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKaEGDxMK4w/TvqYxEC8iyI/AAAAAAAAMDM/mWNkelRhRPA/s1600/Mailbox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When Nick and I were first married, I started sending Christmas cards. We were doing it every other year and it seemed to work well for us. Then a few years ago, an "on" year, I thought about it and came to this conclusion: I can count on one hand the people that would get a card from us that probably couldn't access our family blog. Friends and Family tell me all the time that they feel like they know us so well because of the blog. And for the most part, those people that cant access this blog, we speak to often, usually weekly. And I always felt like I was leaving people out. And I dont like feeling bad about things, so I figured if someone is going to be left out, it's going to be all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you get the cards that are simply that. A card with a holiday message, no letter, no photographs... ::YAWN::&amp;nbsp; So maybe it's just me, but I'm a sucker for pictures and a nice little, "this is what we're up to" letter. Not to mention, I'm like a little kid when it comes to getting a non-bill in the mail. It brings a smile to my face and a little piece of that family seems to creep into my day. Then I start thinking again, maybe I should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know, what do you think? Christmas cards, a thing of the past that's dying fast OR keep the tradition alive because it helps my Christmas spirit thrive?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'll be posting our family end-of-the-year wrap up shortly so stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-5513991371862478888?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5513991371862478888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=5513991371862478888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5513991371862478888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5513991371862478888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-card-dilema.html' title='The Christmas Card Dilema'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKaEGDxMK4w/TvqYxEC8iyI/AAAAAAAAMDM/mWNkelRhRPA/s72-c/Mailbox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-8448069196439906936</id><published>2011-12-21T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T18:32:01.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do on Christmas Break in California?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, we took a trip to Half Moon Bay. The kids sipped hot chocolate and ate clam chowder from a &lt;a href="http://www.boudinbakery.com/"&gt;Boudin&lt;/a&gt; sourdough&amp;nbsp; bread bowl as we ate some local fish, artichoke hearts and chips from Barbara's Fish Trap in the harbor. It was a sunny 65 degrees. We then hit the &lt;a href="http://www.halfmoonbaytaffy.com/"&gt;salt water taffy store&lt;/a&gt; to taste samples and use our groupons. Mom's favorite flavor was pomegranate and Cooper's was Chocolate Chip cookie. On the way home, we stopped at Gray Whale Cove, hiked, got wet and took some photos. You wanted LOTS of photos right? At the bottom is a little video treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cool ray o sunshine, hahaha! Take THAT December!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/20703029_qjBnmJ#1642430804_X5DfM3r-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/i-X5DfM3r/0/M/IMG1031HDR-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick's money-shot, can you find Cooper?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/20703029_qjBnmJ#1642437485_kCKM7xD-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/i-kCKM7xD/0/M/IMG0986HDR-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sean in Shadow, can you find the Seagull?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/20703029_qjBnmJ#1642437106_LVzNzkt-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/i-LVzNzkt/0/M/IMG1001-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bro's goofin' off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/20703029_qjBnmJ#1642435315_s9VJ46n-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/i-s9VJ46n/0/M/IMG0953-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. My Three Sons as "King of the World!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/20703029_qjBnmJ#1642436866_8ZTMWxN-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/i-8ZTMWxN/0/M/IMG0981-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're such buddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/20703029_qjBnmJ#1642436395_XPFTCPQ-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/i-XPFTCPQ/0/M/IMG0956-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very cool shooting directly into the sun with some cool wave splashage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/20703029_qjBnmJ#1642436226_gCXQg9B-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/i-gCXQg9B/0/M/IMG0962-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HDR shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/20703029_qjBnmJ#1642431400_fxXT8NN-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/i-fxXT8NN/0/M/IMG1044HDR-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very cool HDR shot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/20703029_qjBnmJ#1642431283_Gwxd2px-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/i-Gwxd2px/0/M/IMG1071HDR-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and another one....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/20703029_qjBnmJ#1642432531_sstxTfk-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/i-sstxTfk/0/M/IMG1074HDR-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and another.... almost over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/20703029_qjBnmJ#1642433725_pNNNzKx-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/i-pNNNzKx/0/M/IMG1098HDR-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/20703029_qjBnmJ#1642434455_pwhvnwb-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/i-pwhvnwb/0/M/IMG1126-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/20703029_qjBnmJ#1642434611_2t9H6w4-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/i-2t9H6w4/0/M/IMG1122-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/20703029_qjBnmJ#1642433087_85xpsqS-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/i-85xpsqS/0/M/IMG1108-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad dad Daddio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/20703029_qjBnmJ#1642435132_CGQb9f9-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/i-CGQb9f9/0/M/IMG1135-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom on the beach with the boys (being this pregnant, that's about all you're gonna get of me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/20703029_qjBnmJ#1642449438_tPpbKSQ-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Gray-Whale-Cove-Dec-2011/i-tPpbKSQ/0/M/IMG0914HDR-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What an awesome day! It was gorgeous! We've always wanted to hike down to this little secluded beach right off of devil's slide. I find it just a tad ironic that we finally got around to it just days before Christmas. I guess that's what you do in California.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's your treat for making it this far. Watch the entire video for a wet kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="338" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/34054242?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=c9ff23" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="601"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-8448069196439906936?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8448069196439906936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=8448069196439906936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8448069196439906936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8448069196439906936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-do-you-do-on-christmas-break-in.html' title='What do you do on Christmas Break in California?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-8029460512268250090</id><published>2011-12-12T17:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T17:55:58.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Muggins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's what you get when you let the boys name the elf whatever they want. With a little too much influence from the movie, "Elf" this year, they named our elf on the shelf "Cotton-headed ninny muggins." I call him Mr. Muggins for short. He's a nice elf with brown hair and blue eyes. He finds pretty good hiding spot while the kids sleep at night, but he has yet to stump them. I think he needs to try just a little harder :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dining room light, not too shabby of a hiding spot. It took the kids a long time to find you that morning, Mr. Muggins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1627840874_KLdbk7t-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-KLdbk7t/0/M/i-KLdbk7t-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fruit bowl, this would be good if me kids never ate fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1627841582_6Cx222P-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-6Cx222P/0/M/i-6Cx222P-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The art-deco lattice work in our totally 70s house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1627841653_9LKfKrX-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-9LKfKrX/0/M/i-9LKfKrX-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Real original Mr. Muggins, the Christmas tree, really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1627842970_r5Fc4nf-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-r5Fc4nf/0/M/i-r5Fc4nf-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And right next to the Wii? Like they don't look there? C'mon, get more creative &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1627844157_RqtTM74-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-RqtTM74/0/M/i-RqtTM74-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanging off a picture frame? A little better....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1627845338_cPM4Rd9-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-cPM4Rd9/0/M/i-cPM4Rd9-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Irregardless, it's been quite the fun tradition to start this year. When they're fighting or acting up, I simply have to say, "Mr. Muggins is watching you" and they shape up pretty quickly. Does anyone know where I can get some coal? I'm seriously thinking about making &lt;a href="http://www.bigredkitchen.com/2010/12/advent-day-1-christmas-coal.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; for their stockings.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-8029460512268250090?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8029460512268250090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=8029460512268250090&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8029460512268250090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8029460512268250090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/12/mr-muggins.html' title='Mr. Muggins'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-3151957430853332058</id><published>2011-11-22T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T14:54:10.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A close up and other boring haps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot believe that it's already Thanksgiving!! I mean really? I must be getting old because time is flying by. We've been here in California for almost a year and a half. It's just plain insane. 2.5 years to go and we'll be off somewhere else. Can I just say that I LOVE being back in Cali? Mostly because it's beautiful, sunny and mild. I mean it's not everywhere that your kids can be out riding bikes in t shirts in the middle of November.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1598007353_NbskKHX-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-NbskKHX/0/M/i-NbskKHX-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's an awesome song about my home state for you to enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3xYO-A2dOrQ" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The apples on our trees are finally ready. At least the birds think so. They just wont leave them alone. We've been picking and I've been waiting for the energy to can them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1598009864_5ZTbPDs-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-5ZTbPDs/0/M/i-5ZTbPDs-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1598007626_mSS6dFw-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I rented a macro lens to help Nick with a school project. So I played a little today. And I mean a little. I took less than 10 photos. Really!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1598007586_nz6jrkp-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-nz6jrkp/0/M/i-nz6jrkp-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1598009187_39h868c-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-39h868c/0/M/i-39h868c-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1598010086_jcpjb93-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-jcpjb93/0/M/i-jcpjb93-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just need to survive the holidays, then get ready for baby! SO  EXCITED! Although entering the beginning stages of the third trimester  has NOT been fun. It's going to be a LONG 3 month wait. My poor family. It's hard for me to cook when all I want for dinner is grapes and &lt;a href="http://www.foodshouldtastegood.com/#/multigrain/"&gt;these chips&lt;/a&gt; from Costco. Am I the only person who is motivated to cook because I'm excited to eat whatever I'm making? When pregnant, food is my enemy and my best friend. I need a private chef.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-3151957430853332058?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3151957430853332058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=3151957430853332058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/3151957430853332058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/3151957430853332058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/11/close-up-and-other-boring-haps.html' title='A close up and other boring haps'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3xYO-A2dOrQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-2841639543002776260</id><published>2011-11-15T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T22:03:53.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilroy Gardens</title><content type='html'>We took the boys to &lt;a href="http://www.gilroygardens.org/"&gt;Gilroy Gardens&lt;/a&gt;. They were in little boy heaven. My aunt  and her daughter gave us 7 free tickets so we brought my mom along and gave the extra ticket away at the door. It was fun to yell at the people standing in the ticket line, "does anyone need a free ticket??" I gave it to the first taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I liked most about this place is the garlic, artichoke, gardeny (yes it's a word, i just made it up) theme. And I really liked the &lt;a href="http://www.gilroygardens.org/learn/circus-trees.cfm"&gt;circus trees&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my poetic voice is on hiatus, so you'll have to be satisfied with unedited, fresh-off-the-camera snapshots. Yes, I'm &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1587032322_mtqFMgm-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-mtqFMgm/0/M/i-mtqFMgm-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1587032427_X4PDcBB-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-X4PDcBB/0/M/i-X4PDcBB-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1587036071_2hxQC2m-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-2hxQC2m/0/M/i-2hxQC2m-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1587043122_fxB3nBp-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-fxB3nBp/0/M/i-fxB3nBp-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1587043156_6XPm9n3-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-6XPm9n3/0/M/i-6XPm9n3-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1587045187_hhsW4Qn-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-hhsW4Qn/0/M/i-hhsW4Qn-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1587045571_skDFm5m-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-skDFm5m/0/M/i-skDFm5m-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-2841639543002776260?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2841639543002776260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=2841639543002776260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/2841639543002776260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/2841639543002776260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/11/gilroy-gardens.html' title='Gilroy Gardens'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-8710922206941088261</id><published>2011-11-06T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T18:01:31.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Three Grandmas</title><content type='html'>We had three grandmas come out for Sean's baptism. So we thought it'd be fun to get a photo of three boys with the three grandma's. We love them all individually for their strength of spirit and support. Love you grandmas!!! We had so much fun with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1570557332_x659Qkx-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-x659Qkx/0/M/i-x659Qkx-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-8710922206941088261?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8710922206941088261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=8710922206941088261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8710922206941088261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8710922206941088261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-three-grandmas.html' title='My Three Grandmas'/><author><name>Gibbons Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410557604281994745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-6339101008007563241</id><published>2011-11-06T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T17:54:43.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's great to be 8! Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For part I click &lt;a href="http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-great-to-be-8.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Mom could pretty much cut and paste the feelings of that day to today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yesterday Mr. My Three Sons baptized boy #2. It was a great day. Sean was so excited and full of life. Mom blubbered like an idiot through her talk on the Holy Ghost. And we sang the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xIQkApoC8mQ"&gt;best song EVER from the children's songbook.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1570563134_NG4PBTK-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-NG4PBTK/0/M/i-NG4PBTK-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today he was confirmed and he couldn't stop smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We love LOVE that he's chosen to be a member of Christ's church. It's difficult to describe the tender feelings that a parent has for a child. I imagine is a microcosm of our Heavenly Father's love for us. I imagine that not only were Sean's family, friends and parents smiling yesterday, but also his Father in Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-6339101008007563241?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6339101008007563241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=6339101008007563241&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6339101008007563241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6339101008007563241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-great-to-be-8-part-ii.html' title='It&apos;s great to be 8! Part II'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-8816278757690299117</id><published>2011-11-02T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T17:54:07.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Inspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think there is little man that whispers in the ears of novelty food creators. This little man is my friend. While shopping at Target I stumbled across these very cool things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1563981352_g85NHz2-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-g85NHz2/0/M/i-g85NHz2-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1563981460_QTdhKgM-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-QTdhKgM/0/M/i-QTdhKgM-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear, they were created JUST for me! They SCREAM my name. The problem is, they make cool stuff like this and then later down the road, it doesn't sell very well so they stop making it or the store stops stocking it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such has been my dismay with two things I miss dearly. The avocado hummus they &lt;i&gt;used &lt;/i&gt;to sell at Costco. I would put it on everything from sandwiches to salads to Stacy's simply naked pita chips. And does anyone remember when Costco used to sell polish bagel dogs (it was like 20 years ago)? I'm totally NOT a "dog" person, but those things were killer yummy! Yes, I have made my own but they're not the same. And I still haven't tried to make my own avocado hummus, but I will because I pretty much thought my life was over when it was no longer on their shelf. Oh and I almost forgot about Sweet Baby Ray's Creamy Buffalo Wing Sauce... super delish, and I mourn for it's death, well it's death to me, it's no where near accessible to me at a price I can justify. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/creamy-buffalo-dipping-sandwich-spread/dp/B003G8GSRM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1320277935&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;(I mean, I could pay 14.95 + 10.99 in shipping... who pays that?)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4py2I-ZsTs/TrHXhjCW6vI/AAAAAAAAL98/zVjcnnCkfuc/s1600/sweet-baby-rays-dipping-sauce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4py2I-ZsTs/TrHXhjCW6vI/AAAAAAAAL98/zVjcnnCkfuc/s320/sweet-baby-rays-dipping-sauce.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The moral is: don't get too attached because it's not always going to be available. And moral #2: how freakin' spoiled am I? I mean my ancestors were worried about things like bombs dropping on their house and buying shoes for little Billy.... and I guess there will always be something new.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-8816278757690299117?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8816278757690299117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=8816278757690299117&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8816278757690299117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8816278757690299117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/11/sweet-inspirations.html' title='Sweet Inspirations'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4py2I-ZsTs/TrHXhjCW6vI/AAAAAAAAL98/zVjcnnCkfuc/s72-c/sweet-baby-rays-dipping-sauce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-6221987851732045974</id><published>2011-11-01T10:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:56:40.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Made it through another Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1561501924_Hrrqh7Q-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-Hrrqh7Q/0/M/i-Hrrqh7Q-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1561517225_wrv4z4R-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-wrv4z4R/0/M/i-wrv4z4R-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys asked what the "real meaning of Halloween" was the other day, I felt like saying, "it's a holiday that's just for kids to act like someone else and get a stomach ache from sugar overload." I mean why do they even go to school? Here in Pacifica it's quite different than it was in Salt Lake City. Here the entire day is a party, the kids get out of school early and two of the kids even had their homework cancelled. I mean, it's HUGE here! So much fun for kids. So much work for parents. In Utah, their school did practically nothing for Halloween. No costumes. NADA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1561504769_2ZsGjBL-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-2ZsGjBL/0/M/i-2ZsGjBL-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we did 3 parades and 3 school parties. Mr. My Three Sons didn't have school so he LUCKED out and got to help tag-team the parades. So sad that the camera cant be in two places at once! Poor Cooper was ninja at school, but got teased so ended up changing into Dad's wizard costume for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1561502266_L2KkXGr-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-L2KkXGr/0/M/i-L2KkXGr-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1561505780_LGMjdB2-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-LGMjdB2/0/M/i-LGMjdB2-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the evening festivities, we walked in the front door, showered the boys, sent them to bed and watched &lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/tv/gold-rush-alaska/"&gt;Gold Rush&lt;/a&gt; until midnight instead of cleaning up the Halloween mess. So guess what mom is doing today? Blogging! Okay, so this post will take like 10 minutes, then I'll clean before I lose my mind. Then I'm off to do a project. I was thinking of &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/421714529/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;for my barren-walled living room. We'll see how it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1561505588_jtnMdK4-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-jtnMdK4/0/M/i-jtnMdK4-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/4135199774954711683-6221987851732045974?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6221987851732045974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=6221987851732045974&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6221987851732045974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6221987851732045974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/11/made-it-through-another-halloween.html' title='Made it through another Halloween!'/><author><name>Gibbons Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410557604281994745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-3763197339076040529</id><published>2011-10-25T09:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T10:26:32.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family pumpkins 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1549211491_5z4XSwM-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 679px; height: 235px;" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-5z4XSwM/0/L/i-5z4XSwM-L.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's one of THOSE nights. You know the ones I'm talking about. No one wants to admit it, but mom and dad aren't really in the mood for a "Family Night." It's one of those nights where you aren't feeling well, or you're just having an off day, or you're not ready, or you have a million other things to do.... but you have to bury all that stuff, put on a smile and gather the family for some tradition that you kind of regret starting in the first place. (I think next year we'll try pumpkin painting, I mean how cute are &lt;a href="http://www.allyou.com/budget-home/crafts/easy-pumpkin-crafts-00400000055261/page6.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;?). I know all you perfect moms out there NEVER feel this way, but I tell you, I would have been much happier with a bowl of soup, a fire and a good book over diving into this tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1549224098_FtJGmdk-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-FtJGmdk/0/M/i-FtJGmdk-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't regret for one minute ignoring my nauseous tummy and aching back, keeping our promise and giving the kids a little piece of us. And hey, we appreciate our bed much more on evenings like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1549221089_zq7LKGh-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-zq7LKGh/0/M/i-zq7LKGh-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so proud of Cooper! For the first year, he carved his pumpkin all by himself!! He did a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1549216843_D9QHxqG-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-D9QHxqG/0/M/i-D9QHxqG-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean wanted a monkey. Yes, you read right... a monkey. So mom came up with the simplest one she could and well, as you can tell she's no artist. All Sean cares about is the pumpkin seeds anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1549225671_JQCD8jj-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-JQCD8jj/0/M/i-JQCD8jj-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1549216478_4vCDBqL-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 194px;" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-4vCDBqL/0/M/i-4vCDBqL-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason wanted a cat. Seriously, where do they come up with this stuff? Well, Dad helped him and so he ended up with a transformer. Which Dad nearly cut off his finger carving.... what's Halloween without a little, or a lot, of blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1549225932_jkkMfKw-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-jkkMfKw/0/M/i-jkkMfKw-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's pumpkin, or pumpkinS, well... they're odd. We'll just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1549222567_DJLPQx3-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-DJLPQx3/0/M/i-DJLPQx3-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was a trooper and still carved after cutting the tip of his finger (almost) off. His pumpkin has lots of personality and it's mom's favorite :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Blog-photos/19730538_RpMfqx#1549213022_FHrJTXf-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-FHrJTXf/0/M/i-FHrJTXf-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4135199774954711683-3763197339076040529?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3763197339076040529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=3763197339076040529&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/3763197339076040529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/3763197339076040529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/10/family-pumkins-2011.html' title='Family pumpkins 2011'/><author><name>Gibbons Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410557604281994745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-558025013288782393</id><published>2011-10-24T17:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T17:07:10.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, homework can wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Break time is over and it's time to call them in to start homework. I walk onto the front porch, glance across the street and I just cant bring myself to interrupt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F7qURvm2wYE/TqXvHXGGZxI/AAAAAAAAABE/-fHqyiPfhMU/s1600/IMG_0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 592px; height: 394px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F7qURvm2wYE/TqXvHXGGZxI/AAAAAAAAABE/-fHqyiPfhMU/s400/IMG_0234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667198615853360914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-558025013288782393?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/558025013288782393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=558025013288782393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/558025013288782393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/558025013288782393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-homework-can-wait.html' title='Today, homework can wait'/><author><name>Gibbons Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410557604281994745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F7qURvm2wYE/TqXvHXGGZxI/AAAAAAAAABE/-fHqyiPfhMU/s72-c/IMG_0234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-1262596571793530525</id><published>2011-10-19T15:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T15:13:44.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arata Pumpkin Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I went with my kindergarten class to a pumpkin farm! I had a BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Arate-Farm-101911/19630975_xTmx4W#1538840736_JjL7VMB-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-JjL7VMB/0/M/i-JjL7VMB-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to ride a pony (mom didn't think they still did this??!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Arate-Farm-101911/19630975_xTmx4W#1538773264_m7DnbFC-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-m7DnbFC/0/M/i-m7DnbFC-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride on a little train that went in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Arate-Farm-101911/19630975_xTmx4W#1538805087_Q3SLmrM-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-Q3SLmrM/0/M/i-Q3SLmrM-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petting zoo was my LEAST favorite. BORING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Arate-Farm-101911/19630975_xTmx4W#1538812811_xDTVVPj-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-xDTVVPj/0/M/i-xDTVVPj-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hay ride was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Arate-Farm-101911/19630975_xTmx4W#1538854966_F49LpTD-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-F49LpTD/0/M/i-F49LpTD-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got to take home a pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/Arate-Farm-101911/19630975_xTmx4W#1538864177_9q3JLRp-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/photos/i-9q3JLRp/0/M/i-9q3JLRp-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day! Happy pumpkin month! I mean who doesn't love fall, right?&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/4135199774954711683-1262596571793530525?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1262596571793530525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=1262596571793530525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1262596571793530525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1262596571793530525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/10/arata-pumpkin-farm.html' title='Arata Pumpkin Farm'/><author><name>Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784960207645613629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-4426330345971109548</id><published>2011-10-16T22:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T14:15:53.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm EIGHT! It's GREAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nzTDW-OZWK4/TpyMyhzsQKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/moauipbYvp4/s1600/85540018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nzTDW-OZWK4/TpyMyhzsQKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/moauipbYvp4/s400/85540018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664557231021768866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sean Age 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sean turned the big EIGHT!! He had so much fun! Grandma and Uncle Dan came up and everyone ate dinner. Sean personally selected the menu which consisted of fettuccine alfredo, steamed broccoli, garlic bread and&lt;a href="http://emilysoven.blogspot.com/2011/08/baked-parmesan-jumbo-shrimp.html"&gt; parmesan shrimp&lt;/a&gt;. His &lt;a href="http://emilysoven.blogspot.com/2011/08/red-velvet-ice-cream-cake-with-cream.html"&gt;ice cream cake&lt;/a&gt; was vanilla cake with pumpkin ice cream and cream cheese frosting.... I know it sounds gross, but I was pleasantly surprised at how yummy it was!! NO KIDDING... maybe this kid is going to be a gourmet chef?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite gift was&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000F6F8CY"&gt; this ant farm&lt;/a&gt;... what a HUGE hit and great gift idea for anyone looking for an inexpensive awesome gift. He opened it, couldn't even breathe was speechless then turned and asked, "did you get this for me mom?" Mom said, "Yep," and was soon showered with hugs and kisses.... who knew? Ants should be here any day  :) He's so excited to fill it with ants he can hardly contain himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean has decided that he want to be baptized. So we'll be doing that in a few weeks. I'm not a "formal invite" kind of person, so if you're reading this, you're invited :) and can ask me for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DlDDXwtsLb0/TpyJyRWNu5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/e1QKO_4j_qs/s1600/IMG_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DlDDXwtsLb0/TpyJyRWNu5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/e1QKO_4j_qs/s400/IMG_0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664553928068283282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xxtyEEzdxw/TpyJfAz1xmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/72PmuKXSVsI/s1600/IMG_0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xxtyEEzdxw/TpyJfAz1xmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/72PmuKXSVsI/s400/IMG_0099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664553597211625058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Dude. You're growing so fast.&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/4135199774954711683-4426330345971109548?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4426330345971109548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=4426330345971109548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4426330345971109548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4426330345971109548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='I&apos;m EIGHT! It&apos;s GREAT!'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006056297172685160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nzTDW-OZWK4/TpyMyhzsQKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/moauipbYvp4/s72-c/85540018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-8405478217308122080</id><published>2011-10-15T21:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T15:05:25.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coop Piano Recital October 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wybVQv3vtBg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, we need some digital video lessons on shooting and editing, but you get the point....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-8405478217308122080?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8405478217308122080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=8405478217308122080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8405478217308122080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8405478217308122080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/10/coop-piano-recital-october-2011.html' title='Coop Piano Recital October 2011'/><author><name>Cooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13103690719949483465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wybVQv3vtBg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-5696129543686538029</id><published>2011-10-06T16:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T17:19:41.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooper's photo album</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Cooper has been begging me for weeks to download the photos off his camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sample of what we found on there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBJJr1ZaRHs/To411pDOf_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/3hOt6rHtMy0/s1600/IMG_0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBJJr1ZaRHs/To411pDOf_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/3hOt6rHtMy0/s320/IMG_0481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660520977320017906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm6mOc7FZIg/To411ByNTtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BHBv6ocUpis/s1600/IMG_0453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm6mOc7FZIg/To411ByNTtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BHBv6ocUpis/s320/IMG_0453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660520966779653842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3wCEg_WQco/To4114VCYCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HtjIfnAerW4/s1600/IMG_0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3wCEg_WQco/To4114VCYCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HtjIfnAerW4/s320/IMG_0524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660520981421252642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_9RXGUe-2M/To41TateNlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BKzk6QYQPqE/s1600/IMG_0417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_9RXGUe-2M/To41TateNlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/BKzk6QYQPqE/s320/IMG_0417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660520389355124306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_BbqQrKN0M/To41TAvDziI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ghkKahwO6SA/s1600/IMG_0410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_BbqQrKN0M/To41TAvDziI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ghkKahwO6SA/s320/IMG_0410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660520382382460450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7aB47OdKg-M/To41SytYGYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tGqoZsU96oU/s1600/IMG_0405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7aB47OdKg-M/To41SytYGYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tGqoZsU96oU/s320/IMG_0405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660520378617305474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6NRfFgoQe9g/To41TobM0nI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4b1D3QxyT_8/s1600/IMG_0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6NRfFgoQe9g/To41TobM0nI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4b1D3QxyT_8/s320/IMG_0443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660520393036583538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CfVFfp8gFO0/To40yVi3TEI/AAAAAAAAADc/ELhl_vsbRro/s1600/IMG_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CfVFfp8gFO0/To40yVi3TEI/AAAAAAAAADc/ELhl_vsbRro/s320/IMG_0377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660519821032770626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hq3hBLt3UUI/To40zQ7VHeI/AAAAAAAAADs/pea57Z6OYfk/s1600/IMG_0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hq3hBLt3UUI/To40zQ7VHeI/AAAAAAAAADs/pea57Z6OYfk/s320/IMG_0387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660519836973080034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0qLU-jJlXU/To40O376XaI/AAAAAAAAADM/Gx5XwBBIuqk/s1600/IMG_0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0qLU-jJlXU/To40O376XaI/AAAAAAAAADM/Gx5XwBBIuqk/s320/IMG_0281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660519211789344162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h286H_HmLzY/To40OQiIgpI/AAAAAAAAADE/0_9nLJLWor4/s1600/IMG_0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h286H_HmLzY/To40OQiIgpI/AAAAAAAAADE/0_9nLJLWor4/s320/IMG_0269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660519201212236434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r--Cmh_XWmk/To40PIY6s6I/AAAAAAAAADU/A2UaKCABsMg/s1600/IMG_0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r--Cmh_XWmk/To40PIY6s6I/AAAAAAAAADU/A2UaKCABsMg/s320/IMG_0339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660519216205968290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHZPUKacCMU/To40zEwTeII/AAAAAAAAADk/Z5zwhrayAb4/s1600/IMG_0384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHZPUKacCMU/To40zEwTeII/AAAAAAAAADk/Z5zwhrayAb4/s320/IMG_0384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660519833705609346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, just be happy that something actually got posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog layout is all messed up and I cant get it back to normal. It's totally frustrating and makes me not motivated to blog.... that and I have no ideas. The baby is sucking the creativeness right out of me.&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/4135199774954711683-5696129543686538029?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5696129543686538029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=5696129543686538029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5696129543686538029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5696129543686538029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/10/coopers-photo-album.html' title='Cooper&apos;s photo album'/><author><name>Cooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13103690719949483465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBJJr1ZaRHs/To411pDOf_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/3hOt6rHtMy0/s72-c/IMG_0481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-5253247989733876239</id><published>2011-09-27T10:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T10:58:40.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've really got nothin' for ya</title><content type='html'>Seriously. It's not like I dont have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;. It's not like I dont have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;energy &lt;/span&gt;(I'm feeling really great!). It's simply that I dont have anything creative or fun to blog about. But, it's been such a long time, maybe I should play a little catch-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad-is back in school! He's had a whopping 3 days of school and after 3.5 months off, it's hurting a bit. He lost his attention span sometime over the summer and longs for home and the beach... sorry babe! We love you and promise to say, "the Master is home" when you walk through the door everyday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom-is a little baffled with the quiet home everyday. With 3 kids in school, it's like the  mornings are peaceful and serene with time to get things done. Then the afternoon hits and the chaos of dinner, homework and breaking up little boy fights commences. Mom is now 18 weeks pregnant and feeling really great (hope it lasts!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy1-Cooper is doing good in school. He still has that beginning-of-the-school-year motivation and is working hard. He rarely needs help and even helps his younger brothers (when they'll let him) with their homework. He's advancing as a bear in scouts and is usually a good kid. He cant stop talking about his upcoming field trip to the &lt;a href="http://www.montereybayaquarium.org/"&gt;Monterey Bay Aquarium&lt;/a&gt; where they currently have a great white shark.... hello, little boy heaven or WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy2-Sean has become our little reader. He'll read for hours everyday if we let him. He's currently plowing through the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geronimo_Stilton"&gt;Geronimo Stilton &lt;/a&gt;series faster than we can get the books. He turns 8 in a few short weeks and is excited about starting scouts and getting baptized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy3-Mason is uber-excited to be in school. He's in a Kinder/1st grade mixed class. If you know our Mason you will be surprised by a few things we've learned about him since starting school. #1 he's a pleaser, he doesn't have to just do the minimum work and level of behavior, he has to exceed the norm. He isn't happy unless he is praised for his over-the-top efforts. #2 He has an amazing attention span! Who knew? His teacher has commented to me and we've noticed at home that when doing his homework, he's perfectly happy plowing through his 2 week homework packet in one afternoon. He doesn't get distracted.... Yeah, I'm as shocked as you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cat-She's still cranky and unhappy. But since &lt;a href="http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-stay-or-not-to-stay.html"&gt;Twilight &lt;/a&gt;is no longer here (she went to a nice home where they aren't allergic to cats) she may be happier? Who knows? We cant really tell between all the hissing and non-purring behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;September Happenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We attended the stake temple day at the &lt;a href="http://lds.org/church/temples/oakland-california?lang=eng"&gt;Oakland Temple&lt;/a&gt;. It was CRAZY crowded. When we got there, there was this huge wedding party there taking pictures and I swear it was no temple wedding (what with the Jersey Shore bridesmaid's dresses and party graffiti all over their cars) Why would anyone want to take their wedding photos at the temple if they weren't actually married there? Weird....  Anyway, our primary hosted a primary activity on the temple grounds for those attending the session. I'm not sure they knew what they were in for. The session was HUGE. They had to bring in extra folding chairs to seating everyone. Hence, it took FOREVER and the poor people stuck with all the children... They should be sainted. We were tired. Bay Bridge traffic sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But we came home to a BBQ with Nick's dental school friends to watch the UTAH vs. BYU game. We are U fans and everyone else was BYU fans.... Utah destroyed BYU so badly that we began to feel sorry for our friends. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;September 11th, for FHE that week we talked to the kids about that day. We watched some videos and talked about terrorism and the firefighters and others that helped and lost their lives. It was emotional. Mom balled the whole time (it's so much worse when you're pregnant). The boys were very serious and attentive and I saw some tears in their eyes too. I think they understood. I think that day changed a little something in all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We finally got our dishwasher replaced. Missed it SO much. I tried to get back in the hand washing habit that I was in for so many years, but it never took. So happy to have a new working dishwasher.  ::sigh::&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a cold go through the house. Mom got it the worst. But it's almost gone. Just a few leftover runny noses to keep the tissue supply depleting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not only were we sick, but our computer AND dad's laptop have a virus. It's nothing major, just irritating. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom and Dad saw 2 pretty bad movies: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Adjustment Bureau&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Season of the Witch&lt;/span&gt;. You can skip them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom got to go the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Help,&lt;/span&gt; finally. It was good and pretty close to the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had a pretty good FHE last night. We sang "I love to see the temple" and talked about our ancestors. We told stories from their lives and made a family tree. We topped it off with a little T&lt;a href="http://www.history.com/shows/top-shot"&gt;opShot&lt;/a&gt; competition (with nerf guns, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So our boring September is almost over.  Sorry that I have no photos, I haven't had my camera out all month! Well that's not entirely true, yesterday I had the opportunity to do a little shoot with my friend and her family. Such a beautiful family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And if you made it this far you deserve a treat.... Hooray for Mikan, I  mean Grumpy with Lighty Growlin' (Mason's WebKin) You know you love it (um, this is sarcasm, since I know that more than half my friends are cat-haters :p )  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" height="426" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Animals/Animals/i-gJhRt8Z/0/M/IMG9337-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4135199774954711683-5253247989733876239?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5253247989733876239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=5253247989733876239&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5253247989733876239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5253247989733876239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/09/ive-really-got-nothin-for-ya.html' title='I&apos;ve really got nothin&apos; for ya'/><author><name>Gibbons Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410557604281994745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-7979612896173377667</id><published>2011-09-08T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T10:54:43.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sum-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slip slidin' at Grandma's. I think it's funny that when I was a kid we weren't allowed to use slip n' slides on our lawn because it ruined the lawn... but the grandkids can? What's up with THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/17309626_bnD68F#1466286475_WZbpnVw-A-LB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/i-WZbpnVw/0/M/IMG9933-M.jpg" style="height: 572px; width: 386px;" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sweet grandma is being plagued with health issues. She goes in tomorrow for surgery to remove a tumor thats invading half of her internal organs. Love you Grandma! You're amazing and strong! (ps. Sean was so excited about the HUGE lemon he found on GGrandma's lemon tree and even more excited when she told him that he could pick AND keep it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/17309626_bnD68F#1466286301_gN3gSmd-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/i-gN3gSmd/0/M/IMG9923-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tooth does NOT want to come out. It's crooked. It shifts and moves around and the adult teeth are coming in and around it. It's crazy. Fall out already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/17309626_bnD68F#1466285766_HQFkKfR-A-LB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/i-HQFkKfR/0/M/IMG9952-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boys have been in school for a week and dad doesn't go back to school until the end of the month. Mom and Dad have been enjoying the quiet time at home together which mostly consists of watching &lt;a href="http://www.history.com/shows/pawn-stars"&gt;Pawn Stars&lt;/a&gt; and doing housework, I know, so romantic, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 boys in school. 1 more to go and then mom will have a lot more free time to get things ready for the new little one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4135199774954711683-7979612896173377667?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7979612896173377667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=7979612896173377667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/7979612896173377667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/7979612896173377667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/09/summer-sum-up.html' title='Summer Sum-up'/><author><name>Gibbons Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410557604281994745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-1874736385345728464</id><published>2011-09-02T09:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:36:33.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My four sons??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBR9ARCE__I/TmD1te4gUmI/AAAAAAAAL7c/JXY7wt6SXlM/s1600/img011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBR9ARCE__I/TmD1te4gUmI/AAAAAAAAL7c/JXY7wt6SXlM/s640/img011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry for the crinkly photo. I suppose it's what happens when you throw the photos in your extremely unorganized purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby X has had 3 ultrasounds. What a lucky kid. He's only 14 weeks old and already so much attention. So many worries that have turned out to be only another reason to get an ultrasound and see that his little heart is still beating and he's growing perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd ultrasound-The tech was a veteran and showed us the little boys parts, although she said, "I dont tell you the sex unless I'm 100% sure." Well she could only get one view, so she told us that it's probably a boy, but she wasn't too sure. (I saw with my own eyes and it looked like a boy to me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd ultrasound-Upon our request the tech brushed over the crotch area and we saw what looked like little boy parts again. But I dont think she was allowed to tell us for sure. She just said, "looks like little boys parts to me, but sometimes you can get duped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two "pretty sures" is good enough for me.&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt; It's another boy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we dont have a name yet and probably wont until little dude pops out. Also, I'm not one of those people that calls my baby by a name before it is actually born. It's just not my style. He'll be called several things like "the bump, the parasite, little dude, kicker, etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for leap day baby: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Due February 29th&lt;/span&gt; :) (we'll see if he makes it. he was measuring 5 days ahead of schedule yesterday.... that's because i'm feeding him so well)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-1874736385345728464?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1874736385345728464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=1874736385345728464&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1874736385345728464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1874736385345728464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-four-sons.html' title='My four sons??'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DBR9ARCE__I/TmD1te4gUmI/AAAAAAAAL7c/JXY7wt6SXlM/s72-c/img011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-7215644577730450854</id><published>2011-08-26T14:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:07:01.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home!  Love, the FOG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On our drive back from Northern California we were welcomed back to the bay with a healthy dose of fog. Dad wanted pictures badly... so we pulled off and took a few.... here's a taste of what we saw. Pictures dont do it justice, neither does my uber-amature video. Watching it roll and change forms is AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/San-Francisco/17309863_X32rFG#1449144994_VbFFLCh-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/San-Francisco/i-VbFFLCh/0/M/IMG9871-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/San-Francisco/17309863_X32rFG#1449145387_9Qdpr7W-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/San-Francisco/i-9Qdpr7W/0/M/IMG9870-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/San-Francisco/17309863_X32rFG#1449145408_DPmW4mC-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/San-Francisco/i-DPmW4mC/0/M/IMG9872-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/San-Francisco/17309863_X32rFG#1449149172_6RVbH2p-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/San-Francisco/i-6RVbH2p/0/M/IMG9891-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/San-Francisco/17309863_X32rFG#1449149425_JZJpntS-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/San-Francisco/i-JZJpntS/0/M/IMG9888-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Dad's Dental school.... right below the tower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/San-Francisco/17309863_X32rFG#1449151998_Qkk2TCP-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="427" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/San-Francisco/i-Qkk2TCP/0/L/IMG9893-L.jpg" title="" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/San-Francisco/17309863_X32rFG#1449152849_2JnVcSk-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/San-Francisco/i-2JnVcSk/0/M/IMG9897-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/San-Francisco/17309863_X32rFG#1449152907_s5prmqq-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/San-Francisco/i-s5prmqq/0/M/IMG9908-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/28212714?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="601" height="338" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-7215644577730450854?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7215644577730450854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=7215644577730450854&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/7215644577730450854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/7215644577730450854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/08/welcome-home-love-fog.html' title='Welcome Home!  Love, the FOG'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-6923807934676961860</id><published>2011-08-25T00:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T20:45:42.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Family Summer Fun - Hangin' on the Ranch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the whole reason we went up to Humboldt county was NO, not to grow some weed, but to take care of the llama ranch! Oh boy, the kids had a blast... I'll let the photos speak for themselves.... you can match....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;fishing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swimming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boating&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picking blackberries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeding the llamas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking care of the donkeys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the TREE house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the garden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the fog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;did I mention they had satellite TV? that made dad pretty darned happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:::click on any photo to view entire album:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/18708028_RQDGjL#1447132940_gN7cSvM-A-LB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/18708028_RQDGjL#1447157888_9gVZFS7-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/i-9gVZFS7/0/M/IMG9423-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/18708028_RQDGjL#1447159136_jLd4Js7-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/i-jLd4Js7/0/S/IMG9431-S.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/18708028_RQDGjL#1447159104_NcvMf6g-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/i-NcvMf6g/0/S/IMG9432-S.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/18708028_RQDGjL#1447159713_DzWXdfW-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/i-DzWXdfW/0/S/IMG9433-S.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/18708028_RQDGjL#1447161435_GPgPtzr-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/i-GPgPtzr/0/S/IMG9434-S.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/18708028_RQDGjL#1447165785_fjswjRH-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/i-fjswjRH/0/M/IMG9602HDR-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/18708028_RQDGjL#1447167633_prT9Qjp-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/i-prT9Qjp/0/M/IMG9606HDR-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/18708028_RQDGjL#1447167733_HK4qtTt-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/i-HK4qtTt/0/M/IMG9624-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/18708028_RQDGjL#1447132940_gN7cSvM-A-LB" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/i-gN7cSvM/0/S/IMG9353-S.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/18708028_RQDGjL#1447170827_W2TVP6N-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="427" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/i-W2TVP6N/0/L/IMG9840HDR-L.jpg" title="" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/18708028_RQDGjL#1447170687_JdrfVDT-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="427" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Garberville-Ranch/i-JdrfVDT/0/L/IMG9836HDR-L.jpg" title="" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-6923807934676961860?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6923807934676961860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=6923807934676961860&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6923807934676961860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6923807934676961860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/08/2011-family-summer-fun-hangin-on-ranch.html' title='2011 Family Summer Fun - Hangin&apos; on the Ranch'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-6568634759289642717</id><published>2011-08-24T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:52:38.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Family Summer Fun - Sea Glass Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Sea-Glass-Beach/18707811_5sbpT5#1447098741_v2MVC29-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Sea-Glass-Beach/i-v2MVC29/0/M/IMG9847-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So if you EVER find yourself close to Fort Bragg, CA, which is totally out of the way and NOT close to anything major, you cant skip Sea Glass Beach! Anyone who's visited us and hung at the beach, knows that we love sea glass. At this place, you would just pick up a handful of rocks and it would be 50-70% glass. Over 100 years ago they began using this beach as a dump site. In 1967 the dump was shut down. So there is some old "garbage" hanging around and it's not entirely pleasant. But I actually thought it was interesting seeing old rusty engines under the water encrusted with shells, glass and rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Sea-Glass-Beach/18707811_5sbpT5#1447100172_h5v9WnR-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Sea-Glass-Beach/i-h5v9WnR/0/M/IMG9857-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-6568634759289642717?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6568634759289642717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=6568634759289642717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6568634759289642717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6568634759289642717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/08/2011-family-summer-fun-sea-glass-beach.html' title='2011 Family Summer Fun - Sea Glass Beach'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-6153229317916868786</id><published>2011-08-24T22:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:53:07.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Family Summer Fun - Shelter Cove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took a day and headed over to the coast to Shelter Cove. It's this charming little beach town. We had fun checking out the tide pools and playing on the rocks. Sean caught a crab and Mason loved popping seaweed balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Shelter-Cove-Aug-2011/18704873_fZ3Hnr#1446845725_xm3pp6M-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Shelter-Cove-Aug-2011/i-xm3pp6M/0/M/IMG9694-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had some killer fish 'n chips. Hung with the pelicans and seagulls. Then headed over to Black Sands Beach. There, the boys climbed rocks and played in sea caves. There were peals of laughter coming from Cooper as he let the water rush in and scare him out. They had a GREAT time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Shelter-Cove-Aug-2011/18704873_fZ3Hnr#1446839890_wGFzzt3-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Shelter-Cove-Aug-2011/i-wGFzzt3/0/M/IMG9745-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Shelter-Cove-Aug-2011/18704873_fZ3Hnr#1446843696_z7H6ZCJ-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Shelter-Cove-Aug-2011/i-z7H6ZCJ/0/M/IMG9818-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;click on photos if you wanna see more....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-6153229317916868786?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6153229317916868786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=6153229317916868786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6153229317916868786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6153229317916868786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/08/2011-family-summer-fun-shelter-cove.html' title='2011 Family Summer Fun - Shelter Cove'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-218668275395300566</id><published>2011-08-24T10:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T23:56:00.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Family Summer Fun #1</title><content type='html'>You know you're so excited to hear about our family fun. So here it goes. I'll do it in segments as to not overload myself or anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the &lt;a href="http://humboldtredwoods.org/"&gt;Humboldt Redwoods State Park&lt;/a&gt;. It was AMAZING! Anyone who's been to the redwoods doesn't need me to tell them how FREAKING huge these things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on photo for more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Humboldt-Redwoods-State-Park/18696801_7DWFVN#1446143626_LSXQdQJ-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Travel/Humboldt-Redwoods-State-Park/i-LSXQdQJ/0/L/IMG9472HDR-L.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noteworthy events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sean got bit by a random bug when we stopped for lunch by the river.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cooper wasn't feeling well the whole trip and was a little whiney&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we saw the &lt;a href="http://101things.com/humboldt/see-the-travel-log-at-the-humboldt-redwoods-interpretive-visitor-center"&gt;"travel log"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;i&amp;nbsp; must say, it was pretty cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we saw the former "tallest tree in the world" it fell in 1998. very cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we saw lots of poison oak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we got lost a little bit, but it's was so beautiful just driving around, it didn't really matter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-218668275395300566?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/218668275395300566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=218668275395300566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/218668275395300566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/218668275395300566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/08/2011-family-summer-fun-1.html' title='2011 Family Summer Fun #1'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-4094036614534210452</id><published>2011-08-06T12:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T12:18:53.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was pretty diligent at blogging. summer is keeping up fairly busy. and sometimes lazy. but here's a little insight into what we've been up to. we've had plenty of company in the last month :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've spent many hours on the beach. surfing, boogie boarding and hunting for sea glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Family/Fun-with-Family-Aug-2011/18367647_rzDVJX#1415329141_GHHNS6F-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Family/Fun-with-Family-Aug-2011/i-GHHNS6F/0/L/IMG8984-L.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Family/Fun-with-Family-Aug-2011/18367647_rzDVJX#1415331480_XWSB8xC-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Family/Fun-with-Family-Aug-2011/i-XWSB8xC/0/M/IMG8988-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we visited the USS Hornet with Grandma and Uncle Colton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Family/Fun-with-Family-Aug-2011/18367647_rzDVJX#1415341492_4cGZ8b2-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Family/Fun-with-Family-Aug-2011/i-4cGZ8b2/0/M/IMG9143HDR-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Family/Fun-with-Family-Aug-2011/18367647_rzDVJX#1415334770_TM9zF4n-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Family/Fun-with-Family-Aug-2011/i-TM9zF4n/0/M/IMG9097-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took the kids to the Oakland Temple for a little "learn about forever families" outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Family/Fun-with-Family-Aug-2011/18367647_rzDVJX#1415340759_ZKchZcG-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Family/Fun-with-Family-Aug-2011/i-ZKchZcG/0/L/IMG9196-L.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did the tourist thing with family. visited the golden gate bridge. (we even saw someone jump off the bridge and subsequent emergency procedures, it was quite a day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Family/Fun-with-Family-Aug-2011/18367647_rzDVJX#1415333029_JmwKPMp-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Family/Fun-with-Family-Aug-2011/i-JmwKPMp/0/M/IMG9066-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and coit tower. i really wanted to see the &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/the-parrots-of-telegraph-hill-san-francisco"&gt;famous parrots of telegraph hill&lt;/a&gt;. we looked for some, but never found any :( probably went to the wrong spots....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Family/Fun-with-Family-Aug-2011/18367647_rzDVJX#1415342631_FsCX36M-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Family/Fun-with-Family-Aug-2011/i-FsCX36M/0/L/IMG9007HDR-L.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, the boys need some serious haircuts. although maybe we should go for the 70s look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have just a few more weeks until school starts!! YIKES! i'm not sure we're ready for early mornings. we have some fun planned until then so stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&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/4135199774954711683-4094036614534210452?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4094036614534210452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=4094036614534210452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4094036614534210452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4094036614534210452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/08/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time....'/><author><name>Gibbons Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410557604281994745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-2083991099192466998</id><published>2011-07-19T15:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:26:01.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sanchez adobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Body_Text"&gt;Today we absorbed a bit of local Pacifica history (and passed off some stuff for scouts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The &lt;a href="http://www.historysmc.org/sanchez.html"&gt;Sanchez Adobe&lt;/a&gt; was constructed between 1842 and 1846 by  Francisco Sanchez,  owner of Rancho San Pedro and one-time &lt;em&gt;alcalde&lt;/em&gt;  of San Francisco.  Sanchez was a leader of Mexican California who led  volunteers against United States  forces at the Battle of Santa Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sanchez raised cattle for the hide-and-tallow trade. When  ships came to  California, Sanchez could trade his hides for manufactured items. Known  as the “California  Dollar,” hides could be made into clothes, shoes,  and saddles. Tallow or cow  fat was made into soap and candles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="ssidx" width="600" height="600"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.smugmug.com/ria/ShizamSlides-2011042105.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="AlbumID=18128395&amp;amp;AlbumKey=BTMkwC&amp;amp;transparent=true&amp;amp;bgColor=&amp;amp;borderThickness=&amp;amp;borderColor=&amp;amp;useInside=&amp;amp;endPoint=&amp;amp;mainHost=cdn.smugmug.com&amp;amp;VersionNos=2011042105&amp;amp;width=600&amp;amp;height=600&amp;amp;clickToImage=true&amp;amp;captions=true&amp;amp;showThumbs=true&amp;amp;autoStart=true&amp;amp;showSpeed=true&amp;amp;pageStyle=white&amp;amp;showButtons=true&amp;amp;randomStart=false&amp;amp;randomize=true&amp;amp;splash=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.smugmug.com%2Fimg%2Fria%2FShizamSlides%2Fsmugmug_black.png&amp;amp;splashDelay=0&amp;amp;crossFadeSpeed=350"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cdn.smugmug.com/ria/ShizamSlides-2011042105.swf" flashvars="AlbumID=18128395&amp;amp;AlbumKey=BTMkwC&amp;amp;transparent=true&amp;amp;bgColor=&amp;amp;borderThickness=&amp;amp;borderColor=&amp;amp;useInside=&amp;amp;endPoint=&amp;amp;mainHost=cdn.smugmug.com&amp;amp;VersionNos=2011042105&amp;amp;width=600&amp;amp;height=600&amp;amp;clickToImage=true&amp;amp;captions=true&amp;amp;showThumbs=true&amp;amp;autoStart=true&amp;amp;showSpeed=true&amp;amp;pageStyle=white&amp;amp;showButtons=true&amp;amp;randomStart=false&amp;amp;randomize=true&amp;amp;splash=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.smugmug.com%2Fimg%2Fria%2FShizamSlides%2Fsmugmug_black.png&amp;amp;splashDelay=0&amp;amp;crossFadeSpeed=350" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" width="600" height="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-2083991099192466998?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2083991099192466998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=2083991099192466998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/2083991099192466998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/2083991099192466998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/07/sanchez-adobe.html' title='sanchez adobe'/><author><name>Gibbons Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410557604281994745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-6825173718624484079</id><published>2011-07-19T15:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:23:46.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to stay or not to stay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when we got her, she was pretty dirty and did this to Cooper and Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wEkuYFDyEY/TiX08D7-ulI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q7NZf5bLxJI/s1600/2011-07-18_12-12-52_955.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631176221782882898" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wEkuYFDyEY/TiX08D7-ulI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q7NZf5bLxJI/s400/2011-07-18_12-12-52_955.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 288px; width: 511px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad gave her a bath and we'll see how it goes. She's cute, cuddly and a furry purring ball of friskiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the trial period commence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="600" id="ssidx" width="600"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.smugmug.com/ria/ShizamSlides-2011042105.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="AlbumID=18128475&amp;amp;dontpost=true&amp;amp;AlbumKey=LcZVZQ&amp;amp;newWindow=false&amp;amp;width=600&amp;amp;height=600&amp;amp;transparent=true&amp;amp;splash=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.smugmug.com%2Fimg%2Fria%2FShizamSlides%2Fsmugmug_black.png&amp;amp;showLogo=true&amp;amp;captions=true&amp;amp;clickUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.smugmug.com&amp;amp;showThumbs=true&amp;amp;showButtons=true&amp;amp;pageStyle=white&amp;amp;autoStart=true&amp;amp;showSpeed=true&amp;amp;VersionNos=2011042105&amp;amp;splashDelay=0&amp;amp;crossFadeSpeed=350&amp;amp;clickToImage=true&amp;amp;showStartButton=false&amp;amp;randomStart=false&amp;amp;randomize=true&amp;amp;mainHost=cdn.smugmug.com"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.smugmug.com/ria/ShizamSlides-2011042105.swf" flashvars="AlbumID=18128475&amp;amp;dontpost=true&amp;amp;AlbumKey=LcZVZQ&amp;amp;newWindow=false&amp;amp;width=400&amp;amp;height=400&amp;amp;transparent=true&amp;amp;splash=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.smugmug.com%2Fimg%2Fria%2FShizamSlides%2Fsmugmug_black.png&amp;amp;showLogo=true&amp;amp;captions=true&amp;amp;clickUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.smugmug.com&amp;amp;showThumbs=true&amp;amp;showButtons=true&amp;amp;pageStyle=white&amp;amp;autoStart=true&amp;amp;showSpeed=true&amp;amp;VersionNos=2011042105&amp;amp;splashDelay=0&amp;amp;crossFadeSpeed=350&amp;amp;clickToImage=true&amp;amp;showStartButton=false&amp;amp;randomStart=false&amp;amp;randomize=true&amp;amp;mainHost=cdn.smugmug.com" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" width="600" height="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-6825173718624484079?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6825173718624484079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=6825173718624484079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6825173718624484079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6825173718624484079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-stay-or-not-to-stay.html' title='to stay or not to stay?'/><author><name>Gibbons Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410557604281994745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wEkuYFDyEY/TiX08D7-ulI/AAAAAAAAAA8/q7NZf5bLxJI/s72-c/2011-07-18_12-12-52_955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-1712445730309699938</id><published>2011-07-11T19:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T19:24:18.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Summer Monday</title><content type='html'>it's hard to be crusty today, even though it's summer, and it's raining.... because mom got the verizon and canon situations all sorted out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ::big sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain didn't hold us back though. we took the boys to a wildlife refuge in half moon bay today and it was awesome! we got so close to the animals! the boys were in little boy heaven! and Cooper got some stuff passed off for scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="ssidx" width="600" height="600"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.smugmug.com/ria/ShizamSlides-2011042105.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="AlbumID=18003608&amp;amp;dontpost=true&amp;amp;AlbumKey=DQBQt9&amp;amp;newWindow=false&amp;amp;width=600&amp;amp;height=600&amp;amp;transparent=true&amp;amp;splash=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.smugmug.com%2Fimg%2Fria%2FShizamSlides%2Fsmugmug_black.png&amp;amp;showLogo=true&amp;amp;captions=true&amp;amp;clickUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.smugmug.com&amp;amp;showThumbs=true&amp;amp;showButtons=true&amp;amp;pageStyle=white&amp;amp;autoStart=true&amp;amp;showSpeed=true&amp;amp;VersionNos=2011042105&amp;amp;splashDelay=0&amp;amp;crossFadeSpeed=350&amp;amp;clickToImage=true&amp;amp;showStartButton=false&amp;amp;randomStart=false&amp;amp;randomize=true&amp;amp;mainHost=cdn.smugmug.com"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.smugmug.com/ria/ShizamSlides-2011042105.swf" flashvars="AlbumID=18003608&amp;amp;dontpost=true&amp;amp;AlbumKey=DQBQt9&amp;amp;newWindow=false&amp;amp;width=400&amp;amp;height=400&amp;amp;transparent=true&amp;amp;splash=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.smugmug.com%2Fimg%2Fria%2FShizamSlides%2Fsmugmug_black.png&amp;amp;showLogo=true&amp;amp;captions=true&amp;amp;clickUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.smugmug.com&amp;amp;showThumbs=true&amp;amp;showButtons=true&amp;amp;pageStyle=white&amp;amp;autoStart=true&amp;amp;showSpeed=true&amp;amp;VersionNos=2011042105&amp;amp;splashDelay=0&amp;amp;crossFadeSpeed=350&amp;amp;clickToImage=true&amp;amp;showStartButton=false&amp;amp;randomStart=false&amp;amp;randomize=true&amp;amp;mainHost=cdn.smugmug.com" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" width="600" height="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much fun!! thanks to Jen! and Wildlife Associates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-1712445730309699938?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1712445730309699938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=1712445730309699938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1712445730309699938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1712445730309699938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/07/rainy-summer-monday.html' title='Rainy Summer Monday'/><author><name>Gibbons Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410557604281994745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-1150948869721694078</id><published>2011-07-04T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T13:07:51.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>can't be crusty today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how can i be crusty on a holiday? especially a holiday that celebrates the birth of this rockin' country in which we live? so i did a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; today. (for what it's worth, i only cropped a few of these photos, they were fresh off the camera with no editing, so please dont judge ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we slept in. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-weight: bold;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the cousins came over with grandma and her friend and a few dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/17888601_3FzwSB#1368642777_HX7Ngrk-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/i-HX7Ngrk/0/M/IMG8648-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we BBQ'd, i grilled &lt;a href="http://www.the-girl-who-ate-everything.com/2010/05/girl-who-didnt-eat-everything.html"&gt;spicy honey chicken&lt;/a&gt;, yum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fourth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we ate a 'smore ice cream cake! (yes you read correctly, white cake with rocky road ice cream, with a layer of marshmallow covered graham crackers, and topped off with chocolate frosting... SWEET! but good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/17888601_3FzwSB#1368641097_CJQrjTt-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/i-CJQrjTt/0/M/IMG8747-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;fifth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we walked to the beach. as i was waiting for people to gather shoes and sweatshirts i noticed that my camera has a tilt-shift setting, so of course on our walk i had to experiment, here's a sample of what i got (if you're into photography and dont know what tilt shift is, you can google it, it's kinda lame but was fun to play with for a day)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/17888601_3FzwSB#1368640253_tPGvfbZ-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/i-tPGvfbZ/0/M/IMG8730-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this bird isn't really "tilt shift" but i like the way the photo turned out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/17888601_3FzwSB#1368643315_7jCfzsc-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/i-7jCfzsc/0/M/IMG8719-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the boys spit on some nice little frogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/17888601_3FzwSB#1368642353_N67hF3J-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/i-N67hF3J/0/M/IMG8689-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/17888601_3FzwSB#1368642405_zrKfrKh-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/i-zrKfrKh/0/M/IMG8685-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sixth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, poor mason's hand got slammed in the front door... then he fell on our walk and cut the same hand... it was nasty, he was tough, lots of blood, NOT a good day for him. let's just say he fell asleep the first chance he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;seventh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we watched Mary Poppins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eighth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we found and accidentally killed what we think was some kind of gopher (i took a photo, but i'll spare you all the details)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ninth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we played with sparklers. well, mom and dad played, the boys used them to burn ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/17888601_3FzwSB#1368631702_dTTJtS6-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/i-dTTJtS6/0/M/IMG8823-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tenth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for &lt;a href="http://southcityphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;photo club&lt;/a&gt; we had an assignment. i had always wanted to try this and so glad i was nudged a little... these shots aren't really up to standards (now of course, i see where i could have done so much better, but what the heck, i tried!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/17888601_3FzwSB#1368628427_7WT4tst-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/i-7WT4tst/0/M/IMG8768-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/17888601_3FzwSB#1368629660_vJJT5RK-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/i-vJJT5RK/0/M/IMG8755-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/17888601_3FzwSB#1368630391_QTLRXBc-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/4th-of-July-2011/i-QTLRXBc/0/M/IMG8757-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fourth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-1150948869721694078?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1150948869721694078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=1150948869721694078&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1150948869721694078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1150948869721694078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/07/cant-be-crusty-today.html' title='can&apos;t be crusty today'/><author><name>Gibbons Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410557604281994745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-7649932963879986153</id><published>2011-06-30T20:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T21:43:23.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;has it really been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nine &lt;/span&gt;years? it just seemed like yesterday that we were amazed by this special spirit that entered our family. he was under 7 lbs with long fingers. he didn't like to be cuddled and always wanted to know what was going on around him. he didn't even cry, but just squeaked a bit when he was born. he cried a little when given a shot, but quickly calmed himself. what a dream baby he was! and to this day, he's just a good kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/17309626_bnD68F#1362746387_3g76S88-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/i-3g76S88/0/M/img001-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and Cooper went on a mom-son date and saw Kung Fu Panda 2 in 3d. then we hit the See's factory on the way home (he really had to twist mom's arm on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's been wanting a pogo stick for a while, so he got one! along with a video game of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/17309626_bnD68F#1362734754_T57wS42-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/i-T57wS42/0/M/IMG8575-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="338" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/25848019?portrait=0" width="601"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday buddy! please stay sweet and kind....&lt;br /&gt;&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/4135199774954711683-7649932963879986153?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7649932963879986153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=7649932963879986153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/7649932963879986153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/7649932963879986153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/06/nine.html' title='Nine!'/><author><name>Gibbons Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410557604281994745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-1563076849349145829</id><published>2011-06-27T19:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T19:28:04.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fillin' summertime gaps and a crusty monday complaint</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;summer so far has been great! we've had beautiful weather, spent a  few days on the shore and have had a nice relaxing time yesterday and today since a few of  us have been plagued with a cold, a cold that steals away your voice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so  today, for lack of anything better to do and since i had a rental lens  to play with, i took some shots of the boys. i've been wanting to  experiment with the natural light from the skylights in our family  room... here is some of what i got... (if you want to see more, click on one of these and it will take you to the gallery)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Boys-B/17775834_RGjZmq#1357777766_jNNXKNM-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Boys-B/i-jNNXKNM/0/M/IMG8547-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Boys-B/17775834_RGjZmq#1357772624_gK3wXnC-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Boys-B/i-gK3wXnC/0/M/IMG8489-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Boys-B/17775834_RGjZmq#1357772624_gK3wXnC-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Boys-B/17775834_RGjZmq#1357775471_NPdBrdj-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Boys-B/i-NPdBrdj/0/M/IMG8506-M.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and since it's monday, i should be crusty right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;todays crusty:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do people (government, schools and others) think they have to control our lives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;you cant get a Happy Meal in San Francisco anymore. well, you can still get a Happy Meal, but they took the "Happy" part away. why? because they promote "unhealthy eating." i'm not even kidding about this one. seriously, for the 1 or less Happy Meals my kids get a year, i think that as their parent, i should be the one making this decision, not &lt;a href="http://www.fastcompany.com/1699915/no-more-mcdonalds-happy-meals-for-san-francisco-kids"&gt;YOU&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mason will be starting kindergarten in the fall. the school is telling the parents (all 80+ of us) that we have to come 15 minutes early everyday to read with our child. yes, that means that 80+ of us have to find a parking spot in an extremely congested street (the school has no lot for parents, only staff) so that you can make sure that our child is getting read to everyday (because they dont think we'll do it at home) plbbbtt! i think it's bogus and i'm going to fight it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at mason's mandatory school check up (at the doctor) they asked me the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;irrelevant &lt;/span&gt;questions. like, does your child play in the front yard? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes. &lt;/span&gt;under constant supervision? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;constant? he's 5 and i'm no spring chicken with go-go gadget legs! &lt;/span&gt;do you have a gun in the home? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;. is it locked in a safe, unloaded? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;. is the ammunition locked in a separate safe? um, what does this have to do with my child attending school? nothing at ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;if i think of anymore, there are PLENTY, i'll add them later. i just wish that the schools would teach reading, writing and arithmetic and stay out of our lives! i wish that instead of trying to create a master race of like-minded people, the government would let us live our lives in peace and quit butting in! i know you mean well, and i'm sure there are a few sperm/egg donors out there that are doing a horrid job of parenting, but don't assume everyone falls in this category and let me keep my parental rights, and other rights as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not enough said, but oh well, i need to make dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;and goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-1563076849349145829?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1563076849349145829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=1563076849349145829&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1563076849349145829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1563076849349145829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/06/fillin-summertime-gaps-and-crusty.html' title='fillin&apos; summertime gaps and a crusty monday complaint'/><author><name>Gibbons Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410557604281994745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-2890827609378777099</id><published>2011-06-20T17:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T18:02:47.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>last day at ortega!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so the boys' last day of school was bittersweet because Cooper for sure wont be returning and there's a good chance Sean wont as well. they've loved the school and we're sad to be moving on. hopefully they'll be able to keep in touch with the close friends they've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not always easy to say goodbye! Cooper loved his teacher this year and we loved her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/School/17661574_cbNf7M#1346744908_DQpWbvg-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/School/i-DQpWbvg/0/S/IMG3169-S.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/School/17661574_cbNf7M#1346742546_2qHqVB4-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/School/i-2qHqVB4/0/S/IMG3177-S.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean got to decorate cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/School/17661574_cbNf7M#1346742803_kxxJtv5-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/School/i-kxxJtv5/0/M/IMG3133-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/School/17661574_cbNf7M#1346743412_zmRsmRZ-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/School/i-zmRsmRZ/0/S/IMG3141-S.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean will miss his super cool teacher too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/School/17661574_cbNf7M#1346754469_LPn6DmG-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/School/i-LPn6DmG/0/S/IMG5166-S.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is Sean with &lt;a href="http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-end-of-year-field-trip-1st-grade.html"&gt;Finley, his "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/School/17661574_cbNf7M#1346745080_fwnhmJx-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Other/School/i-fwnhmJx/0/S/IMG3151-S.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we just need to survive summer.&lt;br /&gt;any tips besides, "just keep busy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::sigh::&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/4135199774954711683-2890827609378777099?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2890827609378777099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=2890827609378777099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/2890827609378777099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/2890827609378777099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-day-at-ortega.html' title='last day at ortega!'/><author><name>Gibbons Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410557604281994745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-524361040002937050</id><published>2011-06-17T17:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T19:25:41.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>M n' M</title><content type='html'>I had the privilege of watching these two little ones while mom was busy getting an ultrasound... They should make a 100 more babies because they make cute ones!!! So freakin' adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/17309626_bnD68F#1341991073_PjWvWGv-A-LB" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/i-PjWvWGv/0/S/IMG3180-S.jpg" title="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" alt="Photo &amp;amp; Video Sharing by SmugMug" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/17309626_bnD68F#1341991299_ppk8nHR-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/i-ppk8nHR/0/S/IMG3188-S.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/17309626_bnD68F#1341992246_z2Fz95G-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/i-z2Fz95G/0/S/IMG3194-S.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/17309626_bnD68F#1341992780_DmHnpzf-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/i-DmHnpzf/0/S/IMG3204-S.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/17309626_bnD68F#1341995794_bFPKMpD-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/i-bFPKMpD/0/S/IMG3208-S.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/17309626_bnD68F#1341993203_5d844ZZ-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/i-5d844ZZ/0/S/IMG3196-S.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/17309626_bnD68F#1341996073_77Qtx5P-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/i-77Qtx5P/0/S/IMG3213-S.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4135199774954711683-524361040002937050?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/524361040002937050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=524361040002937050&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/524361040002937050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/524361040002937050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/06/m-n-m.html' title='M n&apos; M'/><author><name>Gibbons Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17410557604281994745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-8164502482854429969</id><published>2011-06-13T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T11:22:37.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>awe a woman from the career of her humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Shall quips and sentences and  these &lt;em&gt;paper bullets of the brain&lt;/em&gt; awe a man from the career of his humor?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--Billy Shakespeare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was telling the hubby last night, "i wish that i didn't get so worked up about some things." i was created completely backwards. major stuff, i seem to handle better. minor stuff is like a thorn in my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like last night, i could hardly enjoy watching one of our favorite shows, &lt;i&gt;Dog, The Bounty Hunter&lt;/i&gt;, with said hubby because i kept thinking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the stupid rebate situation from verizon that i'm trying to get worked out &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the stupid canon situation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the cavity that i know i have&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doctor's appointments that need to be made&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bills that are due (why are there so many?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;as always, the "monday" do-list&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i emailed myself at midnight last night, wrote it all down, so i wouldn't forget, so that i could fall asleep. and there is so much more than mentioned above. i'm feeling much less crusty, since i've made a huge dent in mr. crusty list. but still, i need to learn to cope better because there are always going to be these minor things to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Landscapes/Ocean/17309809_PmGF2J#1334230634_dh5gwzw-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Landscapes/Ocean/i-dh5gwzw/0/M/IMG3022HDR-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they're &lt;i&gt;never &lt;/i&gt;going to go away. i cherish those moments where is nothing to worry about. those moments where you take a deep breath and smile on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i ask all the pros out there, how do you cope?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-8164502482854429969?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-1369447466124371326</id><published>2011-06-06T14:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:51:32.099-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crusty Mondays'/><title type='text'>crusty monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lately, i'm hatin' on money. and debt. and the stupid solicitor calls that we get to "consolidate" our debt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we haven't ever been in debt until this whole "student loan" thing. i miss all those years knowing that we don't owe money to anyone. and now that we have loans, it's like a whole other world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a world that i'm not liking, and we're nowhere NEAR the point of paying them back because daddy of my three sons has 3+ years left. then we get to &lt;i&gt;start &lt;/i&gt;paying it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think this is what it must feel like to be on a hitlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't get me wrong. we thought long and hard before making this decision and it's an amazing opportunity for hubby to attend dental school.... but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's why i'm hating money today. i need to find a way to get me some. quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that california lottery is looking kinda tempting. then again so does this warm pile of laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Animals/Animals/17309696_spXb9r#1324853651_VtmtXff-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Animals/Animals/i-VtmtXff/0/M/IMG2928-M.jpg" title="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-1369447466124371326?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1369447466124371326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=1369447466124371326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1369447466124371326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1369447466124371326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/06/crusty-monday.html' title='crusty monday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-8842378495051818957</id><published>2011-06-03T17:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T18:14:13.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Braggin' Friday</title><content type='html'>Lovin' on Cooper today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper is responsible, always willing to help and is a good-natured and mellow kid. Granted there are times (usually when surrounded by a bunch of other kids) that he gets crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper is doing fabulous in scouts! He's earned his wolf and will move into the bear den as soon as he turns 9! We are planning on spending the summer doing stuff to earn his bear award so he can quickly move to webelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/17309626_bnD68F#1313056198_wvfTCJ5-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/17309626_bnD68F#1313056198_wvfTCJ5-A-LB" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/Children/Kids/i-wvfTCJ5/0/M/Copy-of-IMG2806-M.jpg" title="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also doing very well with the piano. His teacher suggested that I sit and listen to him practice and so I did.... with camera in-hand of course. He's doing so well. He's very close to passing up his mom in skill level, yikes! I'm still so very thankful to my dear aunt Nancy for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giving &lt;/span&gt;us this piano! What a HUGE blessing it has been! It gets played nearly everyday and doesn't collect dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24634821?portrait=0" width="601" frameborder="0" height="338"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-8842378495051818957?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8842378495051818957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=8842378495051818957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8842378495051818957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8842378495051818957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/06/braggin-friday.html' title='Braggin&apos; Friday'/><author><name>Cooper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13103690719949483465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-4838783203652581732</id><published>2011-06-02T18:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T19:10:57.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>takin' on the high dive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; that would be me. i love heights and water. i think i may grow some gills someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Py1qT9xI3AM/TegrnUdEFuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/T28d4kldv1g/s1600/IMG_2872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 596px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Py1qT9xI3AM/TegrnUdEFuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/T28d4kldv1g/s400/IMG_2872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613784890022827746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise you'll see less of mason and swimming, his parents are just so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24592534?portrait=0" width="601" frameborder="0" height="338"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/4135199774954711683-4838783203652581732?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4838783203652581732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=4838783203652581732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4838783203652581732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4838783203652581732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/06/takin-on-high-dive.html' title='takin&apos; on the high dive'/><author><name>Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17784960207645613629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Py1qT9xI3AM/TegrnUdEFuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/T28d4kldv1g/s72-c/IMG_2872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-5023522314245092759</id><published>2011-06-02T17:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T17:54:54.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My End of Year Field Trip - 1st Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;disclaimer: photos and words entirely by Sean (mom just typed and uploaded pictures for him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went on a field trip to Pier 39. Mom let me take an old camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw lots of sea lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfp_RfYG55Y/Tegg6wTgAPI/AAAAAAAAADk/bxuhb1q1-Dc/s1600/Pier%2B39%2BSea%2BLions.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfp_RfYG55Y/Tegg6wTgAPI/AAAAAAAAADk/bxuhb1q1-Dc/s400/Pier%2B39%2BSea%2BLions.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613773129288515826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the water on the blue and gold fleet. We saw dolphins (I didn't get a picture because they were too quick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Alcatraz. Alcatraz is an old prison that the worst bad guys went to. It looks like it got hit by a nuke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zj6Y-vSlp4I/Tegg5vc3MnI/AAAAAAAAADE/27UMz6r0AMU/s1600/Alcatraz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zj6Y-vSlp4I/Tegg5vc3MnI/AAAAAAAAADE/27UMz6r0AMU/s400/Alcatraz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613773111879479922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went under the Golden Gate Bridge. When we went under, it was really bumpy and I was almost falling down, but I was hanging onto something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7eUH-RxjrFA/Tegg6bmFkrI/AAAAAAAAADU/OURZhgRDKFw/s1600/GG%2BBridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7eUH-RxjrFA/Tegg6bmFkrI/AAAAAAAAADU/OURZhgRDKFw/s400/GG%2BBridge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613773123729330866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfp_RfYG55Y/Tegg6wTgAPI/AAAAAAAAADk/bxuhb1q1-Dc/s1600/Pier%2B39%2BSea%2BLions.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0z8wFl6Nh0Y/TeghEqXsPTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WL-gj4jsVn8/s1600/Zak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0z8wFl6Nh0Y/TeghEqXsPTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WL-gj4jsVn8/s400/Zak.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613773299494174002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv0ZrkqTMWc/TeghEZyyvmI/AAAAAAAAADs/DwBZPh1A7uM/s1600/Steven.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cv0ZrkqTMWc/TeghEZyyvmI/AAAAAAAAADs/DwBZPh1A7uM/s400/Steven.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613773295044443746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BkxWZ1Cyt2A/Tegg6ss9W1I/AAAAAAAAADc/41RJ8tSUW1s/s1600/Mace%2Bwith%2BJustin%2527s%2Bdad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BkxWZ1Cyt2A/Tegg6ss9W1I/AAAAAAAAADc/41RJ8tSUW1s/s400/Mace%2Bwith%2BJustin%2527s%2Bdad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613773128321555282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Finley. She really likes science. I really like her (and science).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VNWVXuJmLVg/Tegg53dIVbI/AAAAAAAAADM/Yiv-BYXbE6Y/s1600/Finley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VNWVXuJmLVg/Tegg53dIVbI/AAAAAAAAADM/Yiv-BYXbE6Y/s400/Finley.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613773114028086706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4135199774954711683-5023522314245092759?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5023522314245092759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=5023522314245092759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5023522314245092759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5023522314245092759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-end-of-year-field-trip-1st-grade.html' title='My End of Year Field Trip - 1st Grade'/><author><name>Sean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17006056297172685160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sfp_RfYG55Y/Tegg6wTgAPI/AAAAAAAAADk/bxuhb1q1-Dc/s72-c/Pier%2B39%2BSea%2BLions.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-4571182083151700614</id><published>2011-05-30T19:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T22:36:27.841-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crusty Mondays'/><title type='text'>Crusty Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;disclaimer: i love memorial day, this post is completely irregardless of the fact that it's a great holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few things to be crusty about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusty #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys and i took a hike over the hill from the school they're going to attend this fall. i thought that the boys could walk over the hill after school. well, after today, here is the conclusion.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7PW7jDz6nzU/TeRFAlGqLtI/AAAAAAAALxM/JDesNo4NxH4/s1600/IMG_2891_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7PW7jDz6nzU/TeRFAlGqLtI/AAAAAAAALxM/JDesNo4NxH4/s640/IMG_2891_HDR.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;can you see our house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the walk itself wasn't bad. the views, spectacular. on the school-side of the hill, there's a nice trail. on our side however, we had to do a little trail-blazing. which was kinda fun except for ONE thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nz4K-nxinjU/TeREypPNc4I/AAAAAAAALxI/JdRmsr7OUbw/s1600/1182784204_3852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nz4K-nxinjU/TeREypPNc4I/AAAAAAAALxI/JdRmsr7OUbw/s200/1182784204_3852.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eight-legged freaks, otherwise known as &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ticks&lt;/span&gt;. i hate them, loathe them and we were stopping every 10 feet to pick them off of ourselves. and if you want nightmares tonight, go to google images and search for ticks. this was the least scariest photo i could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived home and de-ticked ourselves. luckily no one got bit. but we wont be trail-blazing in the foothills anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusty #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my photo blog is already full. to my demise, i happen to love full resolution, high quality photos. they're so crisp and clean. so i broke down and moved all my photos to &lt;a href="http://photosbythesea.smugmug.com/"&gt;smugmug&lt;/a&gt;. for future use, there is a link on the side of this page to link you to my photos, if you're interested in that stuff.&amp;nbsp; it definitely helps me to get more traffic if you "like" some of the photos ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-4571182083151700614?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4571182083151700614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=4571182083151700614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4571182083151700614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4571182083151700614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/05/crusty-monday.html' title='Crusty Monday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7PW7jDz6nzU/TeRFAlGqLtI/AAAAAAAALxM/JDesNo4NxH4/s72-c/IMG_2891_HDR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-8740793542108037704</id><published>2011-05-28T14:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T17:20:35.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory....</title><content type='html'>the boys and i went to the Golden Gate cemetery to place flags on all the graves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photosbyemilyann.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorial-day-grave-decoration.html" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKm4-tMTN_U/TeFeCg-_zkI/AAAAAAAALww/WGx_emGndsY/s640/IMG_2659.jpg" width="352" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hits me when i hear the patriotic music of the bagpipes coming down from the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the next 30 minutes or so, my eyes are wet with tears, the lump in my throat makes my voice crack and i'm overwhelmed by the sacrifice so many have made for our country and the everyday freedoms we take for granted. i'm overwhelmed by the people who show up to pay their respects. it's just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i'm a sap. i still cant say the pledge of allegiance or sing the national anthem without that lump pushing against my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it just breaks my heart to see people have disrespect for our heroes. the same people who are exercising the same freedoms these people died for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;----- click on mace for more photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your memorial day weekend down time, i highly recommend this movie.   if you're a sap like me, you'll cry through the whole thing, but it's   worth it!&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JYcmblhVEJM?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-8740793542108037704?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8740793542108037704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=8740793542108037704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8740793542108037704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8740793542108037704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-memory.html' title='In Memory....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AKm4-tMTN_U/TeFeCg-_zkI/AAAAAAAALww/WGx_emGndsY/s72-c/IMG_2659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-4217447364976105517</id><published>2011-05-25T21:33:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:40:38.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the little things that make us smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is she doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may find her with her nose in this book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TOvNXQFl-ig/Td3KnN7rCKI/AAAAAAAAACI/h63ziGnO6Xc/s1600/Princess_Academy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TOvNXQFl-ig/Td3KnN7rCKI/AAAAAAAAACI/h63ziGnO6Xc/s320/Princess_Academy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610863485877160098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just follow the drips of Hershey's syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qpw2JctXrCY/Td3KXcCm2fI/AAAAAAAAACA/wIqxdm4rfCo/s1600/IMG_2593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qpw2JctXrCY/Td3KXcCm2fI/AAAAAAAAACA/wIqxdm4rfCo/s400/IMG_2593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610863214786435570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cAtwTCfps70/Td3KXLtQCiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/68LJZ9dSejY/s1600/IMG_2591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cAtwTCfps70/Td3KXLtQCiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/68LJZ9dSejY/s400/IMG_2591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610863210401892898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;::smiles::&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/4135199774954711683-4217447364976105517?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4217447364976105517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TOvNXQFl-ig/Td3KnN7rCKI/AAAAAAAAACI/h63ziGnO6Xc/s72-c/Princess_Academy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-297883840249718776</id><published>2011-05-21T14:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T17:31:59.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>evolution of a fish</title><content type='html'>remember this baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e1efcbff93c39919" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De1efcbff93c39919%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330372054%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2817DB77AEBE97DE317DD8354BF02F224A513FDC.68E0B1486F74EB2A19898801758888A7CA51BB34%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De1efcbff93c39919%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DH6QtDa9_EVbkFi-GMd32OJwtDjo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2008/07/masons-corner-6.html" style="color: blue;"&gt;this kid&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&amp;lt;----- click here, seriously for some good laughs, watch the videos on that old post, that kid was so funny!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well he's evolving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNUsevuUuBY/TdgaP-0iR3I/AAAAAAAALuY/xi4Puk45CC8/s1600/IMG_2409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNUsevuUuBY/TdgaP-0iR3I/AAAAAAAALuY/xi4Puk45CC8/s400/IMG_2409.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;learning to tread water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2ZzwBs-Esk/Tdgad4fZ5xI/AAAAAAAALuc/9lySb8vhjDM/s1600/IMG_2417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2ZzwBs-Esk/Tdgad4fZ5xI/AAAAAAAALuc/9lySb8vhjDM/s400/IMG_2417.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;hanging out on the edge of the pool because i'm bored, and that's how i roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4D8luYh61o/TdgasIY217I/AAAAAAAALug/uSOA-MelqPg/s1600/IMG_2430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4D8luYh61o/TdgasIY217I/AAAAAAAALug/uSOA-MelqPg/s400/IMG_2430.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;diving for the ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uoBZOeqH-mk/Tdgay8IBznI/AAAAAAAALuk/T3LeuOa9p60/s1600/IMG_2449.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uoBZOeqH-mk/Tdgay8IBznI/AAAAAAAALuk/T3LeuOa9p60/s400/IMG_2449.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;jumping in the pool, trying to make the biggest splash possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwk_eLpcwYM/Tdga_5SfYhI/AAAAAAAALuo/HvqDBneRPsw/s1600/IMG_2454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lwk_eLpcwYM/Tdga_5SfYhI/AAAAAAAALuo/HvqDBneRPsw/s320/IMG_2454.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he's been in swim lessons for about 4 months and he &lt;i&gt;loves &lt;/i&gt;it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his teacher recommended that he skip a level because he's just too advanced (and fearless) for their age group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to go Mason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch out Michael Phelps, you have some competition coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="338" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24055111?portrait=0" width="601"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-297883840249718776?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/297883840249718776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=297883840249718776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/297883840249718776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/297883840249718776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/05/evolution-of-fish.html' title='evolution of a fish'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bNUsevuUuBY/TdgaP-0iR3I/AAAAAAAALuY/xi4Puk45CC8/s72-c/IMG_2409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-6480378791485557876</id><published>2011-05-20T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T15:10:20.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>because i can....</title><content type='html'>this is what mace and i had for lunch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UlqtZXo1OOg/TdbXYJb4wII/AAAAAAAALuU/RV_tP-arxSM/s1600/IMG_2359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UlqtZXo1OOg/TdbXYJb4wII/AAAAAAAALuU/RV_tP-arxSM/s640/IMG_2359.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;because it's &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and instead of favorites friday, it's sicky friday &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(doesn't quite roll off the tongue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-6480378791485557876?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6480378791485557876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=6480378791485557876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6480378791485557876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6480378791485557876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/05/because-i-can.html' title='because i can....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1mvuLk9JEg/TdRueq1D3yI/AAAAAAAALtU/Nqd5q2p-JRM/s1600/IMG_2155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B1mvuLk9JEg/TdRueq1D3yI/AAAAAAAALtU/Nqd5q2p-JRM/s320/IMG_2155.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uo2-40HZAfo/TdRtl2ZZMHI/AAAAAAAALtA/oNwRLWLYRX4/s1600/IMG_2109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uo2-40HZAfo/TdRtl2ZZMHI/AAAAAAAALtA/oNwRLWLYRX4/s320/IMG_2109.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;today was a typical day, to give you a glimpse, it consisted of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znilZiez-fU/TdRtwJdQa4I/AAAAAAAALtE/Of_fu0m2kMo/s1600/IMG_2121.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-znilZiez-fU/TdRtwJdQa4I/AAAAAAAALtE/Of_fu0m2kMo/s320/IMG_2121.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;removing 5 splinters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting yelled at by the neighbor for basketballs going into his yard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends coming over to play Mario Cart and Halo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mud on my carpet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;searching for something that was, and still is, lost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saving the cat from a moment of torment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;falling asleep on the couch with mason while watching "Curious George 2"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sneaking some chocolate dipped s'mores from Trader Joe's so they wouldn't catch me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picking up used snotty tissues from behind beds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being asked if they could keep slugs as pets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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thumbnail nicked the side of the drawer giving me a beautifully placed splinter under my nail. i could see that it went pretty far down.... but i didn't really want to deal with it so i calmly dealt with the pain all day. later that night, i let the hubby dig in there with some tweezers, but all we got were a few chunks of wood.... after a restless night of trying to sleep with a hot throbbing thumb, i thought maybe i should go to the doc and get it out. so i called around, only to find that no one could squeeze me in and was told to "just go to the ER" several times. i just couldn't do it. the ER? really? for a stupid splinter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so friday, i wake up and the thing is oozing yellow puss. i squeeze out as much as my stomach will handle and decide to go in... only &lt;i&gt;after &lt;/i&gt;i get the house clean of course. around 11am, after hair and make-up (to lessen the embarrassment of going in for such a lame reason) i headed to the ER with mace in-tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'll spare you all gory and boring details like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sitting in the waiting room for &lt;i&gt;hours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the old people comparing fall injuries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the 3 patients that coded&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the crack whore trying to get free prescriptions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the drunk homeless dude, who made many appearances throughout the day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the fact that they couldn't get my finger numb meaning &lt;i&gt;lots &lt;/i&gt;of shots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i picked like the busiest day &lt;i&gt;ever &lt;/i&gt;in that particular ER&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;but i survived! the doc (who was super cool) cut a portion of my nail off and got the little sucker out. and i guess it had gotten pretty infected. he said that it was a good thing i'd come in (made me feel a little less like a dork).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opposable thumbs, may be slightly overrated, however, the things that i noticed are hard to do without a working thumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;curling my eyelashes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hitting the lock/unlock button on the car remote&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fastening my bra in the back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and a few more....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EvaFAwHVpGA/TdGLzm4pa6I/AAAAAAAALsc/FIhIcxs_5Ek/s1600/IMG_2088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EvaFAwHVpGA/TdGLzm4pa6I/AAAAAAAALsc/FIhIcxs_5Ek/s400/IMG_2088.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if you've made it this far through this most-boring post ever, you deserve a treat! your treat is .... a photo of mason and what he is up to right now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will he &lt;i&gt;ever &lt;/i&gt;tire of Indiana Jones? he's having a marathon day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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title='Crusty Monday Injury Complaints'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EvaFAwHVpGA/TdGLzm4pa6I/AAAAAAAALsc/FIhIcxs_5Ek/s72-c/IMG_2088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-5793453546748154529</id><published>2011-05-15T15:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T16:05:42.180-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday Food'/><title type='text'>Sunday's Cupcake Concoctions</title><content type='html'>what is it about Sundays that brings on a hungry sweet tooth? i seriously sit in church with motivation veering in the wrong direction... i find myself thinking about what i'm going to make for lunch when i get home. complete with side dish, drink and dessert. fast Sundays are the worst. by the time i hit relief society, i'm lost in a world of foody thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIdSddW5_po/TdBMAShMIoI/AAAAAAAALsI/tUQmE59UNp4/s1600/IMG_1959.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIdSddW5_po/TdBMAShMIoI/AAAAAAAALsI/tUQmE59UNp4/s400/IMG_1959.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my hubby has been missing &lt;a href="http://www.crown-burgers.com/"&gt;Crown Burgers&lt;/a&gt; (a Utah hotspot). so today i concocted a pastrami burger, fresh with homemade onion rings, fry sauce and potatoes. then for dessert i made &lt;a href="http://emilysoven.blogspot.com/2011/05/peanut-butter-cookie-dough-cupcakes.html"&gt;peanut butter cookie dough cupcakes&lt;/a&gt;. oh, so sinful! i think i've concocted a little piece of heaven. yes i just used sin and heaven in the same analogy. and yes, you just may find me on the kitchen floor licking the beaters caked with peanut butter frosting. it is &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-5793453546748154529?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5793453546748154529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=5793453546748154529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-1836042274811467605</id><published>2011-05-11T10:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:20:54.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just a month left with him</title><content type='html'>the car door slammed shut and i looked back at mason, all alone in the &lt;i&gt;very &lt;/i&gt;back seat. "well it's just you and me again today buddy, what should we do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"should we have a party? just the two of us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay, i'll make eggs with peppers and mushrooms!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mason scowls and curls his upper lip "no! ew!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few minutes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mason says, "mom, remember those days when you would let me play video games without practicing my letters? i want one of those days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C26FvyKuAVw/Tcq-fZZGSGI/AAAAAAAALr4/qvYquF4Kd8c/s1600/IMG_1528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C26FvyKuAVw/Tcq-fZZGSGI/AAAAAAAALr4/qvYquF4Kd8c/s400/IMG_1528.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i guess this mom just cant win. after bringing in the garbage cans he heads straight for his room to outfit himself for a morning of "scaring the cat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FOEN52RhyYo/Tcq-SBEcXTI/AAAAAAAALr0/k4uxhIBAK-I/s1600/IMG_1524.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FOEN52RhyYo/Tcq-SBEcXTI/AAAAAAAALr0/k4uxhIBAK-I/s320/IMG_1524.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so far she doesn't look too bothered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again i'm reminded of how short my time is with having him to myself during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i just may miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-1836042274811467605?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1836042274811467605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=1836042274811467605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1836042274811467605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1836042274811467605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-month-left-with-him.html' title='just a month left with him'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C26FvyKuAVw/Tcq-fZZGSGI/AAAAAAAALr4/qvYquF4Kd8c/s72-c/IMG_1528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-2026740436415532478</id><published>2011-05-09T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:43:28.427-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crusty Mondays'/><title type='text'>Crusty Monday Morning Musings</title><content type='html'>in talking with Mr. My Three Sons last night, i realized most poignantly that i despise waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i envy "morning people." and it's to you i make my plea. how DO you enjoy it? i tried the "do it for long enough and it'll become habit" thing. yeah 5 months of waking up at 5 am, and mr. habit never showed so i gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i love my bed. i love to sleep. at night when i fall into my bed, a big smile spreads across my face and it's like falling in love all over again, everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the morning bells ring and it doesn't matter if i slept 12 or 2 hours, i never want to get up. i just want to stay there and go back to sleep. and it's soooo much harder when it's dark. and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the days i do get up early for no reason &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(it happens, like once a year, but it happens!)&lt;/span&gt; i do love it, i get so much accomplished and i feel great. but how, pray-tell, do you get over the HUMP of waking up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: i'm a happy  person. i'm rarely sad or depressed. my kids haven't been late to  school once, i get up in plenty of time to get them fed, clothed and out  the door without rushing. i'm just sayin... &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/4135199774954711683-2026740436415532478?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2026740436415532478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=2026740436415532478&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/2026740436415532478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/2026740436415532478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/05/crusty-monday-morning-musings.html' title='Crusty Monday Morning Musings'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-5299299356284501402</id><published>2011-05-08T21:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T10:26:50.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen Koncoctions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk9PV0zjrbE/TcdeoLeQ_UI/AAAAAAAALrM/oSd2ploUagw/s1600/IMG_1503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk9PV0zjrbE/TcdeoLeQ_UI/AAAAAAAALrM/oSd2ploUagw/s400/IMG_1503.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just caught myself in the kitchen making these.... Sometimes I wonder what possesses these onsets. I'll be happily doing something and then BAM all of the sudden I'll find myself making something I shouldn't. Today, is Mother's Day, however. I deserve it, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AxjvCeNkjkA/TcdeYfMbAII/AAAAAAAALrI/tbcmi4ocqhY/s1600/IMG_1236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AxjvCeNkjkA/TcdeYfMbAII/AAAAAAAALrI/tbcmi4ocqhY/s320/IMG_1236.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, I made these... They're just your basic everyday rolls. But they were so pretty and my camera is so fun, I just had to snap a shot. Made them for a Memorial service in which I'm sure they weren't appreciated because they were broken apart and tossed in with the Costco rolls. Looks-wise you almost couldn't tell the difference. But you sure could taste it! YUM!! But so NOT a healthy roll. Full-on white bleached flour, with lots of butter and a dash of sugar. Don't drool on your keyboard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On a more healthy note, I'm trying really hard to cook healthier. About a week ago, I attempted a meatloaf recipe with flaxseed. Talk about an EPIC failure. While eating it, I kept trying to push away the thoughts of "this must be what dog food tastes and feels like going down." So the next day I attempted a save by sauteeing the meat in a pan, stirring in pasta sauce and serving over spaghetti noodles. The kids ate the noodles and sauce but wouldn't touch the meat. I couldn't blame them. I didn't eat it myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;::tossing &lt;a href="http://www.flaxusa.com/recipes.php"&gt;THAT &lt;/a&gt;recipe in the trash::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyone has any good recipes with flaxseed that actually are palatable, I would LOVE them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was surprisingly a bigger hit than I expected. (Tofu and Veggie stir fry with pork over somen noodles with homemade stir fry sauce)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lOnclXeLffY/TcdeDPsMW3I/AAAAAAAALrA/-IVGp6hc6nY/s400/IMG_1228.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IHQKMJ7vNY/TcdeNBW4eKI/AAAAAAAALrE/GA-nrEFOGOs/s1600/IMG_1231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0IHQKMJ7vNY/TcdeNBW4eKI/AAAAAAAALrE/GA-nrEFOGOs/s320/IMG_1231.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I need all the help I can get. I have no problem cooking with butter, sugar, fat, starches, etc etc.... But I have very few recipes that are genuinely healthy all around that the family will LOVE. I do have a few, in fact I'll post them on my recipe blog ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a cry for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and healthy family friendly recipes/ideas.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-5299299356284501402?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5299299356284501402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=5299299356284501402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5299299356284501402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5299299356284501402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/05/kitchen-koncoctions.html' title='Kitchen Koncoctions'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk9PV0zjrbE/TcdeoLeQ_UI/AAAAAAAALrM/oSd2ploUagw/s72-c/IMG_1503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-7419476233345419257</id><published>2011-05-06T10:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T10:10:06.354-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a Mormon'/><title type='text'>Friday Favorites and Foreverness</title><content type='html'>a few years ago, nick and i went up to boise, idaho for one of nick's cousin's missionary send-off. this particular young man is well-liked by all that know him and the service was packed and overflowing into the gym behind the chapel.... anyway, the bishop asked all of the men and young men in the room to stand and sing, "Army of Helaman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xQt7RqLpDrw?rel=0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was surrounded by men singing this song with fervor and faithfulness. it was amazing, my heart was so full that my eyes spilled over with love for the men in my life. especially the three that i'm raising, i looked at them and knew my responsibility as a mother was great. i saw them grown into men of strong character, men that love their God and Savior. it was then that i realized the importance of my calling as their mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it used to be a cute primary song and now it means so much more to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Scripture"&gt;The story of the 2000 stripling warriors or the "Army of Helaman." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a class="featurestext3" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/alma/53/10-21#10" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 53:1021&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span class="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a class="featurestext3" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/alma/56/44-56#44" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 56:4456&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span class="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a class="featurestext3" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/alma/58/39#39" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 58:39&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  they were all young men, and they were exceedingly valiant for courage,  and also for strength and activity; but behold, this was not all—they  were men who were true at all times in whatsoever thing they were  entrusted. Yea, they were men of truth and soberness, for they had been  taught to keep the commandments of God and to walk uprightly before him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a class="featurestext3" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/alma/53/20-21#20" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 53:2021&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The  people of Ammon, who were called the Anti-Nephi-Lehies, had covenanted  with God never to kill, even in war. They lived in the land of  Zarahemla, where Nephite armies protected them from the Lamanites. (See &lt;span class="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a class="featurestext3" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/alma/53/10-12#10" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 53:1012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;However,  as the Anti-Nephi-Lehies saw the danger and everything the Nephites  suffered for them, they wanted to break their covenant and fight to  defend themselves. But Helaman, the leader of the Church, persuaded them  not to fight. He worried that they might lose their souls if they broke  their covenants. (See &lt;span class="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a class="featurestext3" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/alma/53/13-15#13" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 53:1315&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The  Anti-Nephi-Lehies had many sons who had not made the covenant not to go  to war. Two thousand of these young men gathered together and promised  to defend the liberty of their people and the Nephites. They asked  Helaman to be their leader. (See &lt;span class="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a class="featurestext3" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/alma/53/16-19#16" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 53:1619&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Although  they were young, these men were strong and brave. Most important, they  were trustworthy and obeyed God's commandments; "they were men of truth"  (&lt;span class="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a class="featurestext3" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/alma/53/21#21" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 53:21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; see also &lt;span class="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a class="featurestext3" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/alma/53/20#20" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 53:20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).  Helaman called them his sons, and they called him father. When Helaman  asked them if they were willing to go to battle, they answered, "Father,  behold our God is with us, and he will not suffer that we should fall;  then let us go forth" (&lt;span class="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a class="featurestext3" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/alma/56/46#46" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 56:46&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; see also &lt;span class="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a class="featurestext3" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/alma/56/44-45#44" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 56:4445&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;These  brave young men did not fear death. They valued the freedom of their  people more than their own lives. Their mothers had taught them that if  they trusted in God, He would protect them. (See &lt;span class="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a class="featurestext3" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/alma/56/47-48#47" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 56:4748&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Helaman  led his young warriors in a terrible battle against the Lamanites. With  the help of Helaman's army, the Nephites won the battle. Helaman feared  that many of his sons had been killed, but to his great joy, he found  that not one had been killed. The young men had fought with the strength  of God, and He had protected them. (See &lt;span class="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a class="featurestext3" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/alma/56/49#49" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 56:49&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a class="featurestext3" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/alma/56/54-56#54" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 56:5456&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span class="Scripture"&gt;&lt;a class="featurestext3" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/alma/58/39#39" target="_blank"&gt;Alma 58:39&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;it's always interesting to me how tragedy can change you, change your outlook on life, change your feelings about death.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;my heart is full today, perhaps on a day that it shouldn't be. we lost a family member this week and his funeral is tomorrow. my heart is full because i have the peace of knowing truth in my life. i know where i came from, i know where i am and what i need to do, and i know where i'm going and how to get there. and even though kate looked beautiful in her "fairy tale" wedding this last week, i have no desire for her life, because i have exactly what i want, an eternal marriage that extends beyond the grave (to a very handsome and faithful prince, i might add). and i have 3 young men that are amazing and full of love for their Savior. seriously, what more could i want? i know it's not mormon culture to stand up and shout "AMEN!" or "Hallelujah!" but sometimes i wish it were.... because sometimes i want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-7419476233345419257?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7419476233345419257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=7419476233345419257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/7419476233345419257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/7419476233345419257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/05/friday-favorites-and-foreverness.html' title='Friday Favorites and Foreverness'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xQt7RqLpDrw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-5472695897771739650</id><published>2011-04-29T12:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T12:54:53.796-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Favorites'/><title type='text'>lovin' free fridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra_Rpix6N8o/TbrpfIBV5fI/AAAAAAAALpw/0chgN7aRsl8/s1600/IMG_1048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra_Rpix6N8o/TbrpfIBV5fI/AAAAAAAALpw/0chgN7aRsl8/s320/IMG_1048.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;drawing to the end of a long week i'm grateful that there is &lt;i&gt;nothing &lt;/i&gt;on the agenda for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well nothing, but vacuuming, laundry and typical every day mom stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm grateful that the fridge is full of leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0A1HnuGSv8g/TbrpqAL5kEI/AAAAAAAALp0/MrHSkv1_Bi4/s1600/IMG_1055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0A1HnuGSv8g/TbrpqAL5kEI/AAAAAAAALp0/MrHSkv1_Bi4/s320/IMG_1055.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i'm grateful that the rag quilt i've been working on is finished! my first ever, and i think it turned out kinda cute. next time, i'm going to make smaller seams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wVZZSqfwRmI/TbrpzQhlf2I/AAAAAAAALp4/eCwNemQfJfI/s1600/IMG_1056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wVZZSqfwRmI/TbrpzQhlf2I/AAAAAAAALp4/eCwNemQfJfI/s320/IMG_1056.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and i'm grateful for these babies, who worked their mango/oatmeal yumminess into our kitchen. for recipe, &lt;a href="http://emilysoven.blogspot.com/2011/04/mango-bars.html" style="color: blue;"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. of course, i have a fridge full of fresh healthy fruit and i choose to bake it into something fattening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::rolling eyes at myself::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i ever learn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a good book to read.... any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-5472695897771739650?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5472695897771739650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=5472695897771739650&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5472695897771739650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5472695897771739650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/04/lovin-free-fridays.html' title='lovin&apos; free fridays'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra_Rpix6N8o/TbrpfIBV5fI/AAAAAAAALpw/0chgN7aRsl8/s72-c/IMG_1048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-6983179972615842783</id><published>2011-04-25T05:21:00.090-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:52:41.310-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crusty Mondays'/><title type='text'>Crustiness of Picking Sides</title><content type='html'>Today I would like to address the issue of picking sides. Do I have to? Cant I be Switzerland?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why this has frustrated me lately. But it began with the whole Mac vs. PC debate. It seemed that you would get into a conversation with someone, the topic of computers would surface, and all of the sudden you found yourself defending the fact that you own a PC instead of a Mac. I probably take it personally because the computer is like a member of the family. Not only would I find myself under attack but being belittled because I chose a PC. &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;There is no middle ground. You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #741b47;"&gt;must &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;pick a side.&lt;/span&gt; Why? I love my PC, but I also love Macs, if I could afford one. They are both awesome for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another debate I find myself forced into the the Canon vs. Nikon debate. Seriously? They are both superior in the DSLR industry. I bought a Canon because at the time, I felt that I could get the best bang for my buck. I've been 100% pleased with the quality produced from my camera. I have no complaints about the product (don't ask me about their customer service, and I'm sure there are people out there just as dissatisfied with Nikon's CS). These two play cat and mouse and you cant go wrong either way. &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;There is no middle ground and once again, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #741b47;"&gt;must &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;pick a side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the much larger issue of politics. I find myself torn here as well. I feel like I'm attacked all the time with little darts tossed at me. Defending what and why I feel the way I do. Especially in this time of governmental unrest and distrust, I feel that it's important to make &lt;i&gt;educated &lt;/i&gt;decisions about the issues individually and not just to pick a side (a party) and follow them blindly. I'm not a Republican, I'm not a Democrat, but I'm a citizen of this country and believe in defending my rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, people assume because I feel strongly that I have the right to bear arms, I must be a crazy gun-toting dangerous Republican freak. A classic example of this dynamic was when the Democratic Congresswoman in Arizona was shot, and before anyone had specific information about what happened, there were posts on facebook and twitter and all over about this person who shot her and how he must be a crazy right-winged nut and how guns must be outlawed (by the way, the guy ended up just being a whack job with views all over the board, not the type of law-abiding citizen that would obey a gun law in the first place). Using a tragedy to force an agenda is wrong in every way, but I see it being done more and more. Why are some so quick to put people on a "side"? So they can pounce? So the have further justification to hate the other side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm addressing this tendency to force others to "pick a side" or to put others in a specific category is because I see the hatred that is beginning to form. It wasn't like this when I was younger. You could have opinions about things and others wouldn't agree, but you could discuss things and become educated on others views. Now, there is instant and apparent hatred and walls put up. No one wants to listen to anyone from the other side. It reminds me of the Civil War in America, where they had to pick a side and sometimes it meant fighting to the death against your own family and friends. It really scares me, the hatred that is out there. Whether it is hating "team Jacob" or the fans of an opposing sports team, it's not acceptable on any level. Is society given too many liberties and is mankind so bored that hatred is the outlet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't make me pick a side. I love the beautiful patchwork quilt of this world. If it were all one color and pattern, it wouldn't be beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-6983179972615842783?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6983179972615842783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=6983179972615842783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6983179972615842783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6983179972615842783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/04/crustiness-of-picking-sides.html' title='Crustiness of Picking Sides'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-1748877230347948441</id><published>2011-04-22T23:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:52:28.784-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Favorites'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Good Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;COOPER: mom, i don't wanna go, my car isn't fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MOM: hmmm, that's not a bad idea, dad, should we just stay home?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DAD: um, shouldn't you go? you are a den leader....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh yeah, i forgot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but we're glad we went. i'd never been to a pinewood derby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n944xBao_rQ/TbJgETIvtxI/AAAAAAAALok/sMgjAFC3tnU/s1600/pinewoodderbykit.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n944xBao_rQ/TbJgETIvtxI/AAAAAAAALok/sMgjAFC3tnU/s320/pinewoodderbykit.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;for those of you who were as clueless as myself on this whole thing... the boys are given this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with their dad (or mom), they are to shape and cut the car, paint it and mount the wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily the Lowe's by us has a pinewood derby workshop saturday where the boys can go and get lots of help on their cars (this is great for people like us, who dont have the proper tools).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick took cooper and they came home with a pretty sweet looking little car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to last night (the night before the race). we still needed to mount the wheels. nick brought home his dental tools to buff and polish the nails to make them slicker. we had bought some graphite lubricant, but i guess i had purchased the wrong kind because it melted the plastic on the wheels, EEK!! nick worked hard to try and get the wheels balanced and everything, but really the car just didn't roll well. i was a bit apprehensive about letting cooper race it. i could just picture his pouty little face when his car came to a dead stop before the track even flattens out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived at the race a little early and i told a guy there about what happened to cooper's car, he said, "let me see if i can help" and i pointed cooper out. he grabbed cooper and his car and they went into a corner, where this man put some graphite powder (the right kind) in the wheels and taped it shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, thanks!! because cooper won&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; FIRST PLACE&lt;/span&gt;!!! he is still on cloud nine. i apologize that i didn't take the time to edit these photos, they're not the greatest. i've only had this camera for a day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_wJV_vFpDw/TbJlT_SXLGI/AAAAAAAALoo/E_lC70e3L-A/s1600/IMG_0869.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_wJV_vFpDw/TbJlT_SXLGI/AAAAAAAALoo/E_lC70e3L-A/s400/IMG_0869.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T4CZXwQmpAo/TbJmLhayoAI/AAAAAAAALow/3RKj453R0dw/s1600/IMG_0873.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T4CZXwQmpAo/TbJmLhayoAI/AAAAAAAALow/3RKj453R0dw/s400/IMG_0873.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYQq6PlDOEI/TbJlvmvYzgI/AAAAAAAALos/UDOP3TQ3I5Q/s1600/IMG_0871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vYQq6PlDOEI/TbJlvmvYzgI/AAAAAAAALos/UDOP3TQ3I5Q/s400/IMG_0871.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVYDX1S2Qxw/TbJmr0MwWQI/AAAAAAAALo0/kLUIqgFCm8E/s1600/IMG_0877.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVYDX1S2Qxw/TbJmr0MwWQI/AAAAAAAALo0/kLUIqgFCm8E/s400/IMG_0877.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qvx_mr39CLM/TbJnLBpxKBI/AAAAAAAALo4/bLWAri2Ln5o/s1600/IMG_0878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qvx_mr39CLM/TbJnLBpxKBI/AAAAAAAALo4/bLWAri2Ln5o/s400/IMG_0878.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sRy2mmosOj0/TbJnjCsi-nI/AAAAAAAALo8/FR0alUAoqUQ/s1600/IMG_0910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sRy2mmosOj0/TbJnjCsi-nI/AAAAAAAALo8/FR0alUAoqUQ/s400/IMG_0910.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQN7Ljcuth0/TbJoIwpClWI/AAAAAAAALpA/TcZro74dM3I/s1600/IMG_0946.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQN7Ljcuth0/TbJoIwpClWI/AAAAAAAALpA/TcZro74dM3I/s400/IMG_0946.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sZqjAWGlPNk/TbJopmQ4Z_I/AAAAAAAALpE/xqV9llsV1eA/s1600/IMG_0953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sZqjAWGlPNk/TbJopmQ4Z_I/AAAAAAAALpE/xqV9llsV1eA/s400/IMG_0953.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zep0RK4yvq4/TbJo6gGzZQI/AAAAAAAALpI/27ka8ziFsPs/s1600/IMG_0974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zep0RK4yvq4/TbJo6gGzZQI/AAAAAAAALpI/27ka8ziFsPs/s400/IMG_0974.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the final and winning race... it was SO CLOSE!! too bad i stopped recording so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="338" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22769732?portrait=0" width="601"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-1748877230347948441?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1748877230347948441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=1748877230347948441&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1748877230347948441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1748877230347948441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-favorite-good-friday.html' title='My Favorite Good Friday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n944xBao_rQ/TbJgETIvtxI/AAAAAAAALok/sMgjAFC3tnU/s72-c/pinewoodderbykit.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-8535931405487035807</id><published>2011-04-18T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:52:41.311-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crusty Mondays'/><title type='text'>Crusty Monday</title><content type='html'>feelin' crusty this monday. because it's spring break and i feel like one of my arms has been chopped off. because i'm waiting for my new camera (i had to send the other one back and canon is being lame about this whole return thing). so i'm waiting and seething at canon, considering switching to Nikon. (notice how i capitalized Nikon? canon doesn't deserve it right now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lots of things planned for the boys. and no camera. how much does that SUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing my phone has a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phbblltt! (that's how i spell the sound of blowing raspberries)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-8535931405487035807?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8535931405487035807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=8535931405487035807&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8535931405487035807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8535931405487035807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/04/crusty-monday.html' title='Crusty Monday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-746045833709563301</id><published>2011-04-15T08:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:06:12.344-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Favorites'/><title type='text'>Friday Favorites</title><content type='html'>weeks go by so quickly these days. and fabulous friday is here again. a time to be positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help it. i was browsing youtube last night and stumbled across this beauty... after a few tears, that i hid from nick because he doesn't love it like i do, i thought about the story. the themes of forgiveness, God, honesty, trust, charity, love and more make this a classic, well-rounded novel and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reminded of the awkward days of my youth, when i would blast this soundtrack and rock in my dad's big leather rocking chair and sing along for hours. putting myself in the story. then later, when my mom got me 5th row center seats!! i remember smelling the smoke as it rolled off stage and feeling like i'd been sucked back into revolutionary france.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this scene where valjean is escaping the rebellion, with wounded marius in his arms, through the tunnels, he sings to God asking him to spare the man his daughter loves, to take his life instead... so simple, so selfless, i'm a totally gushy woman who loves musicals and get sucked right into the sap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5SuUWnAndok" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Valjeans? it's like the icing on the cake of les mis. who is your favorite valjean?&amp;nbsp;  i'm partial to Irish-born Colm Wilkinson (1st singer). although that Alfie Boe (4th singer) is amazing (in another version of this same performance you can see him getting all teary-eyed and having to pull himself together before he comes in). freakin' awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this info from Wikepedia was fun (&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The London production of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;Les Misérables&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; opened in October 1985, and transferred to Broadway in March 1987. Originally, the American &lt;/span&gt;Actors' Equity Association&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;  refused to allow Wilkinson to play the part of Valjean in New York, due  to their policy of hiring only American actors. At this, producer &lt;/span&gt;Cameron Mackintosh&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; refused to open the show unless Wilkinson played Valjean. Actor's Equity subsequently relented.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what more could i ask for? besides TICKETS? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it never fails to touch my soul. i'm sure i'll be responsible for at least 10 more hits on the counter today while the kids are at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-746045833709563301?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/746045833709563301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=746045833709563301&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/746045833709563301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/746045833709563301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/04/weeks-go-by-so-quickly-these-days.html' title='Friday Favorites'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5SuUWnAndok/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-9111283480464286938</id><published>2011-04-13T11:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T10:45:01.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday oddities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wVDHHxLElA/TaXY8BDBghI/AAAAAAAALm4/HvQIT1lTIXQ/s1600/IMG_8518_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wVDHHxLElA/TaXY8BDBghI/AAAAAAAALm4/HvQIT1lTIXQ/s400/IMG_8518_HDR.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;actually a little time to breathe today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, in theory i should be cleaning, doing laundry and trying to play catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i demand some me time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i was editing some photos that i took out on the salt flats in utah a few years ago and found this photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vb0sGNnN2zE/TaXZEXZ7ImI/AAAAAAAALm8/9Y6rad3giUI/s1600/IMG_8567_HDR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vb0sGNnN2zE/TaXZEXZ7ImI/AAAAAAAALm8/9Y6rad3giUI/s640/IMG_8567_HDR.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing unusual right? now if i fiddle with the brightness and saturation a little.... (obviously this photo isn't the greatest, i only posted it to show my point)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu8K-c34OUs/TaXZMZ5qmBI/AAAAAAAALnA/jybsWeq5vh8/s1600/IMG_8567_HDR_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fu8K-c34OUs/TaXZMZ5qmBI/AAAAAAAALnA/jybsWeq5vh8/s640/IMG_8567_HDR_2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes when you edit photos, you can bring finer details into view. also when shooting directly into the sun, you can get some funky effects. so in fiddling with this photo i noticed something unusual. aside from the spots, which probably means the lens was dirty, something caught my &lt;i&gt;eye&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can you see it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll give you a small hint. it's on the right side of the photo. don't look too hard or you might not spot it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the answer &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RTUrHneLsE-MemRnZ3YhkwbXOMno6H1Hr6yPSvhf22k?feat=directlink"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-9111283480464286938?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/9111283480464286938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8wVDHHxLElA/TaXY8BDBghI/AAAAAAAALm4/HvQIT1lTIXQ/s72-c/IMG_8518_HDR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-6455634068604643781</id><published>2011-04-11T14:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:02:26.424-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crusty Mondays'/><title type='text'>what is emily going to complain about today?</title><content type='html'>since i spared everyone last week and decided to take a break from my moanings and complainings, i decided it's time to dive back in. now, in talking to the husband last night, i thought that maybe i should do away with crusty mondays, because there is a large gaping hole in my life for where optimism and positive thinking &lt;i&gt;should &lt;/i&gt;reside. now that being said, i think as long as i stick to "minor" things--like cup rings on the coffee table, molds and mice, and defective electronics--i should be able to laugh through my complaining and open a forum for possible coping mechanisms/solutions. now for today's complaint....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::bad customer service::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've all had to deal with it. and i'm one of those door-mat type people that just shrugs, walks away, gets home and regrets not having stood up for myself a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was such a day. i was &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; discriminated against at my local Safeway (i'll spare you the details)&lt;br /&gt;then there is a problem with my brand new dear camera and Canon's customer service has been quite lacking in that department (once again, i'll spare you the details)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just frustrated and think back to when i worked in retail and how, no matter who my customers were, i did everything within the power i was given to "hook" them up and send them home smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why is it that when we have a bad experience the crustiness lingers in your soul. like, i'll forget about what happened, but still be grouchy and think, "why am i so grouchy? .... oh yeah! it's because of what happened this morning at the store..." or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so rasberries to YOU naughty, haughty customer service rejects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take this VENT for all the whopping 6 people who read my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-6455634068604643781?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6455634068604643781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=6455634068604643781&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6455634068604643781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6455634068604643781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-is-emily-going-to-complain-about.html' title='what is emily going to complain about today?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-4792495800271532288</id><published>2011-04-08T11:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T13:24:42.502-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Favorites'/><title type='text'>Friday Favs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i tried really hard to come up with a friday favorites post today that did NOT center around the new camera or photography in any way, but i'm going to resolve myself to the fact that i'm failing miserably. i thought about my beloved glider chair, my favorite spot to sit and read. i thought about the gas stove in the family room and the warmth it provides. i thought about my bedroom and the haven that it is... and then i thought of my camera and how i want to play with it some more. and just gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iHq80uJ8Jok/TZ9NZCdK_zI/AAAAAAAALms/gl9Zc4uLIHc/s1600/IMG_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iHq80uJ8Jok/TZ9NZCdK_zI/AAAAAAAALms/gl9Zc4uLIHc/s400/IMG_0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593274354768740146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love photos! of course i had to break her in today. it's a little different and going to take some getting used to. it does so MUCH more than my little rebel (don't get me wrong, the rebel is an awesome camera and i would recommend it to anyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if i could just get that laundry folded! and stop following mason and mikan around with a camera in their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22136368?portrait=0" width="601" frameborder="0" height="338"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**video not shared for artistic reasons, just for entertainment, i obviously dont know how to keep my subject in focus**&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/4135199774954711683-4792495800271532288?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4792495800271532288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=4792495800271532288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4792495800271532288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4792495800271532288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/04/friday-favs.html' title='Friday Favs'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iHq80uJ8Jok/TZ9NZCdK_zI/AAAAAAAALms/gl9Zc4uLIHc/s72-c/IMG_0070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-25778256504432206</id><published>2011-04-07T18:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T18:39:47.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm so giddy with excitement.... when i got the automated message last night that my package was coming today and that someone would have to be home to sign for it, it was like santa calling a 6 year old to say, "i'm on my way, make sure the flue is open!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it  showed up on my doorstep today a few minutes after 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i can wait to break her in.... why don't they send them with a fully charged battery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QxXHb_0mY2o/TZ5YBj2ffhI/AAAAAAAALmk/zqU46Dp2XXY/s1600/IMG_5972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QxXHb_0mY2o/TZ5YBj2ffhI/AAAAAAAALmk/zqU46Dp2XXY/s400/IMG_5972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593004571067645458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone want to be my guinea pig and let me shoot them?&lt;br /&gt;&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/4135199774954711683-25778256504432206?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/25778256504432206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=25778256504432206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/25778256504432206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/25778256504432206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-like-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s like Christmas!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QxXHb_0mY2o/TZ5YBj2ffhI/AAAAAAAALmk/zqU46Dp2XXY/s72-c/IMG_5972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-6464512454950290524</id><published>2011-04-05T16:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:32:20.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>trying something new</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because the more hobbies a girl has the less she eats.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the way home from picking up the kids, i stopped at the beach and took a few (86 to be exact)  shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i  have taken an interest in HDR photography. although i think most of it  looks unreal and kinda bizarre, it's fun and some of it can be very  beautiful, if you don't "over-edit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are my very first attempts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please cut me some slack, i have a long way to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_N1YlYzGyIw/TZumYN-jQuI/AAAAAAAALlU/jfY-GbvOG68/s1600/emilygibpacifica5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_N1YlYzGyIw/TZumYN-jQuI/AAAAAAAALlU/jfY-GbvOG68/s400/emilygibpacifica5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592246297309692642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spSyKIZphaI/TZumXrmrvcI/AAAAAAAALlM/AXqH77tIL4M/s1600/emilygibpacifica4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spSyKIZphaI/TZumXrmrvcI/AAAAAAAALlM/AXqH77tIL4M/s400/emilygibpacifica4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592246288082779586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7FsUWQRPTqs/TZumHkQ_iWI/AAAAAAAALlE/akv6-S7cYKk/s1600/emilygibpacifica3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7FsUWQRPTqs/TZumHkQ_iWI/AAAAAAAALlE/akv6-S7cYKk/s400/emilygibpacifica3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592246011234847074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cp1myzzMFEI/TZumG-T4s4I/AAAAAAAALk8/W6GCK_0nSvk/s1600/emilygibpacifica2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cp1myzzMFEI/TZumG-T4s4I/AAAAAAAALk8/W6GCK_0nSvk/s400/emilygibpacifica2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592246001046434690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_F6vScfhP8/TZul3FzwGOI/AAAAAAAALk0/SdrQjATcKrc/s1600/emilygibpacifica1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_F6vScfhP8/TZul3FzwGOI/AAAAAAAALk0/SdrQjATcKrc/s400/emilygibpacifica1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592245728181229794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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new'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_N1YlYzGyIw/TZumYN-jQuI/AAAAAAAALlU/jfY-GbvOG68/s72-c/emilygibpacifica5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-5343904122240695586</id><published>2011-04-04T13:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:24:47.933-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crusty Mondays'/><title type='text'>Monday Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/h81Ojd3d2rY?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday Monday, so good to me,&lt;br /&gt;Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be&lt;br /&gt;Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee&lt;br /&gt;That Monday evening you would still be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Monday, can't trust that day,&lt;br /&gt;Monday Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way&lt;br /&gt;Oh Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be&lt;br /&gt;Oh Monday Monday, how could you leave and not take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other day, every other day,&lt;br /&gt;Every other day of the week is fine, yeah&lt;br /&gt;But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes&lt;br /&gt;You can find me cryin' all of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Monday, so good to me,&lt;br /&gt;Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be&lt;br /&gt;Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guarantee&lt;br /&gt;That Monday evening you would still be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every other day, every other day,&lt;br /&gt;Every other day of the week is fine, yeah&lt;br /&gt;But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes&lt;br /&gt;You can find me cryin' all of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Monday, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;every time i go to do a monday post i sing this song in my head. so i just had to post. especially since it's hard to be crusty after a wonderful conference weekend! i usually do a LONG post about all that impressed me in conference and what changes i need to make after my eight hour spiritual beating. i'll spare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-5343904122240695586?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/h81Ojd3d2rY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-3438141987957250285</id><published>2011-04-01T09:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T12:44:43.307-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Favorites'/><title type='text'>Fantastic Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cHeDaa1H50/TZVFD6AUywI/AAAAAAAALkU/w8X7vhvdBwY/s1600/curtis-martin-golden-gate-bridge-silhouetted-by-sun-behind-san-francisco-california-usa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590450445862882050" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cHeDaa1H50/TZVFD6AUywI/AAAAAAAALkU/w8X7vhvdBwY/s320/curtis-martin-golden-gate-bridge-silhouetted-by-sun-behind-san-francisco-california-usa.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;feelin' only appropriate to praise the sun today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to consider myself "solar-powered"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me many years to realize that i need kisses from the sun to keep me in my happy place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living in utah was an experience for this california girl. i will admit that i did love the snow. but i loathed how long the winter lasted. it was like a month into winter and i was ready for spring. but i had to endure 4+ more months of bone-chilling cold. i dealt. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but being back in this mild climate has done wonders for my psyche. i love the sun. i love the mild sea air. i love the mist and fog. i love that i never need heavy coats, mittens or snow boots just to take kids to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite thing. the sun. and living where it can kiss my cheeks often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*photo by Curtis Martin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-3438141987957250285?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3438141987957250285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=3438141987957250285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/3438141987957250285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-6500853014474182700</id><published>2011-03-30T20:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:18:28.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>our first taste of spring on the coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i looked up from my book for just a second to watch mace bolt for the  ocean. it wasn't a normal run. it was like i could see his happy care  free attitude in his little run. for just a moment a lump formed in my  throat and i'm overcome with appreciation for my family and moments like  this, that help form who they're going to become. i never thought, upon becoming a mother, that seeing my children content and worry free would make me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's beach finds included jellyfish, huge sand crabs, a giant crab claw, and miscellaneous seaweed. sean found a "magnetic rock" that had attracted "magnetic sand." he was thrilled about his find, but mom wasn't too thrilled when he scratched his hand on the rusty hunk of metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick helped the boys build a sand castle, but the tide was creeping and wiped it out in one shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-banb-1xNesk/TZPhGTQSFmI/AAAAAAAALkM/NEbc5l5cyqs/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-banb-1xNesk/TZPhGTQSFmI/AAAAAAAALkM/NEbc5l5cyqs/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590059060860950114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDmiAv7LxS0/TZPhBpVolbI/AAAAAAAALj8/qgkQ72hni3A/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDmiAv7LxS0/TZPhBpVolbI/AAAAAAAALj8/qgkQ72hni3A/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590058980889630130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z8Etncf9TOk/TZPhBzRMDoI/AAAAAAAALkE/wp5OmgfKslk/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z8Etncf9TOk/TZPhBzRMDoI/AAAAAAAALkE/wp5OmgfKslk/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590058983555337858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PEJHst8j7LI/TZPhBBdZlfI/AAAAAAAALjs/nt1h9AA9hwE/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PEJHst8j7LI/TZPhBBdZlfI/AAAAAAAALjs/nt1h9AA9hwE/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590058970184783346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vjHXx7eODnk/TZPhBmAY9cI/AAAAAAAALj0/OUe5EQgd6R0/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vjHXx7eODnk/TZPhBmAY9cI/AAAAAAAALj0/OUe5EQgd6R0/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590058979995219394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCwxS3QBP_E/TZPhA9tUP9I/AAAAAAAALjk/jxcFgHj4d2E/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BCwxS3QBP_E/TZPhA9tUP9I/AAAAAAAALjk/jxcFgHj4d2E/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590058969177800658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read my book for 2 hours and didn't even get my feet wet. i'm getting old. hey, at least i didn't forget my camera ;)&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/4135199774954711683-6500853014474182700?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6500853014474182700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=6500853014474182700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6500853014474182700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6500853014474182700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-first-taste-of-spring-on-coast.html' title='our first taste of spring on the coast'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-banb-1xNesk/TZPhGTQSFmI/AAAAAAAALkM/NEbc5l5cyqs/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-5650255500360005759</id><published>2011-03-29T14:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:51:21.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love relief society!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some of us gathered today to make dolls for the UCSF childrens hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmPqVPwXLb0/TZJEzQpqSwI/AAAAAAAALi8/2n22D6x9MKY/s1600/IMG_5588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmPqVPwXLb0/TZJEzQpqSwI/AAAAAAAALi8/2n22D6x9MKY/s400/IMG_5588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589605734953929474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gN6YUd7IGxs/TZJEyvfnXNI/AAAAAAAALis/gXGq7ixUEcc/s1600/IMG_5586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gN6YUd7IGxs/TZJEyvfnXNI/AAAAAAAALis/gXGq7ixUEcc/s400/IMG_5586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589605726053424338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi633EQv8lU/TZJE0A3Jc7I/AAAAAAAALjE/lniIcSbGNUI/s1600/IMG_5589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi633EQv8lU/TZJE0A3Jc7I/AAAAAAAALjE/lniIcSbGNUI/s400/IMG_5589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589605747895399346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCP5toDxnck/TZJEzNXgdGI/AAAAAAAALi0/80H0YB_xEzg/s1600/IMG_5584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bCP5toDxnck/TZJEzNXgdGI/AAAAAAAALi0/80H0YB_xEzg/s400/IMG_5584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589605734072480866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so nice to gather together, talk girl talk, and eat good food. and hey, the kids at the hospital get a little something out of it too!  love all the gals there! MWAH! although i did complain a lot.... i really need to work on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PfP96IalaRI/TZJEyRxmcDI/AAAAAAAALik/V378u0IDEzA/s1600/IMG_5582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PfP96IalaRI/TZJEyRxmcDI/AAAAAAAALik/V378u0IDEzA/s400/IMG_5582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589605718075797554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i just tell you that i love being a part of &lt;a href="http://lds.org/pa/display/0,17884,4644-1,00.html"&gt;this organization&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's awesome on so many levels.&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/4135199774954711683-5650255500360005759?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5650255500360005759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=5650255500360005759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5650255500360005759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5650255500360005759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-relief-society.html' title='I love relief society!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rmPqVPwXLb0/TZJEzQpqSwI/AAAAAAAALi8/2n22D6x9MKY/s72-c/IMG_5588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-3444297938736528644</id><published>2011-03-28T14:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:07:27.469-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crusty Mondays'/><title type='text'>Crusty Monday in my neighborhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;across the street, we have this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FBOZNPtXs4o/TZDpXj2l08I/AAAAAAAALiM/EfTcn1W4ecY/s1600/IMG_5578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FBOZNPtXs4o/TZDpXj2l08I/AAAAAAAALiM/EfTcn1W4ecY/s400/IMG_5578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589223728537260994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the baseball fields are obvious. if you click on the photo, you'll notice at the base of the foothills a playground with swings, rock climbing wall, etc. also in the hills is a tree fort and rope swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naturally, this has become my kid's favorite spot to hang out. it's a heaven for my 3 young boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the mentality of the area that we live in is to have dogs instead of children, our beloved baseball fields/playground has become the local hot spot to take your dog, let it off it's leash and let it run amok chasing frisbees and balls. this is all fine and dandy. i have nothing against dogs. just clean up their poop, and only let them off their leash if they're harmless (which most dogs are). people drive their dogs here, park their cars and let the dogs run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, i could care less. have fun with your pooch, all dressed up in a sweater, and pretend that you are normal. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for my griping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;care about is when you tell my children that they cant play there when there are dogs not on leashes. you want a private place for your dog to play undisturbed. (if your dog is dangerous then keep it on a leash, heard of them?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;!  the gall of some people. had i heard about this when it happened, this momma bear would have marched right over there and given mr. "my-dog-has-more-right-than-a-child" a piece of my mind! unfortunately it was two minutes too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what gives? it's a BASEBALL field. it was built for kids. it's a PLAYGROUND! i think that was built for kids too! if you want a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;private &lt;/span&gt;place for your pooch to run unleashed with no children, take mr. muggles to a freakin' dog park. ya' know, the dog parks that are everywhere in the bay area?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said. i really hope he yells at my kids again. i'd really like to have some words with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiot.&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/4135199774954711683-3444297938736528644?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3444297938736528644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=3444297938736528644&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/3444297938736528644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/3444297938736528644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/03/crusty-monday-in-my-neighborhood.html' title='Crusty Monday in my neighborhood'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FBOZNPtXs4o/TZDpXj2l08I/AAAAAAAALiM/EfTcn1W4ecY/s72-c/IMG_5578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-8966407344567300154</id><published>2011-03-25T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:25:54.012-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Favorites'/><title type='text'>It's Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjG5xbYsPiA/TZDusa5FN6I/AAAAAAAALiU/VKs2c6PlFoI/s1600/23617029_fe476c47d6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjG5xbYsPiA/TZDusa5FN6I/AAAAAAAALiU/VKs2c6PlFoI/s400/23617029_fe476c47d6_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589229584467179426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i'm finding that i have more to be crusty about than things to shower with emily affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one of my favorite things in the whole world is rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like one big shower, turning the hills green, and saturating the air with that fragrance we're all familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you rain. dont go away.&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/4135199774954711683-8966407344567300154?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8966407344567300154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=8966407344567300154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8966407344567300154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8966407344567300154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjG5xbYsPiA/TZDusa5FN6I/AAAAAAAALiU/VKs2c6PlFoI/s72-c/23617029_fe476c47d6_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-1320798037054747521</id><published>2011-03-23T17:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T17:38:52.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>on a walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just dont think i'll ever get sick of it. especially now that the rains have come and turned the hills green. (on the trail back from the beach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdDIkh6-WoU/TYqDoyFNJvI/AAAAAAAALiE/T8SmSpt0o84/s1600/2011-03-23_15-25-46_867%255B1%255D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdDIkh6-WoU/TYqDoyFNJvI/AAAAAAAALiE/T8SmSpt0o84/s400/2011-03-23_15-25-46_867%255B1%255D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587423024368133874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick has the week off of school, so today we ventured to Rockaway beach. we experienced rain and sun, waves and wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gq-djTRccw/TYqDXvMuCzI/AAAAAAAALhU/sfX-lPRfnmI/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gq-djTRccw/TYqDXvMuCzI/AAAAAAAALhU/sfX-lPRfnmI/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587422731536567090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys thought it was fun to stand on the sea wall and get splashed by the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mf4foItMPg0/TYqDg9i2EXI/AAAAAAAALh8/ibqOmAQLK54/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mf4foItMPg0/TYqDg9i2EXI/AAAAAAAALh8/ibqOmAQLK54/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587422890006286706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-foktzDmrzps/TYqDNSjsX9I/AAAAAAAALg0/jKffM9Diju4/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-foktzDmrzps/TYqDNSjsX9I/AAAAAAAALg0/jKffM9Diju4/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587422552049606610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyNIjdcumAU/TYqDM8sGBVI/AAAAAAAALgs/ZjdlrMnh3Rc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyNIjdcumAU/TYqDM8sGBVI/AAAAAAAALgs/ZjdlrMnh3Rc/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587422546179261778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FlWdn9dNME8/TYqDOOXllOI/AAAAAAAALhE/0B-KmOT9XdQ/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FlWdn9dNME8/TYqDOOXllOI/AAAAAAAALhE/0B-KmOT9XdQ/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587422568104957154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EpfYASIqCfg/TYqDYCArsEI/AAAAAAAALhc/azbaeV9_QP8/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EpfYASIqCfg/TYqDYCArsEI/AAAAAAAALhc/azbaeV9_QP8/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587422736586354754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they got pretty wet!! in the words of Sean, "the ocean showed me who was boss!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ByEMVlT98R8/TYqDXdJ987I/AAAAAAAALhM/fBxmzFBO30g/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ByEMVlT98R8/TYqDXdJ987I/AAAAAAAALhM/fBxmzFBO30g/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587422726693188530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad enjoyed the soothing nature of the coastal breeze, scenery and laughing kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PhuwY8P_SJE/TYqDNgMturI/AAAAAAAALg8/BMPXEQ9Q1l0/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PhuwY8P_SJE/TYqDNgMturI/AAAAAAAALg8/BMPXEQ9Q1l0/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587422555711322802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWwsNSsxxd4/TYqDYYM7ztI/AAAAAAAALhk/WrTJfwuU-uE/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bWwsNSsxxd4/TYqDYYM7ztI/AAAAAAAALhk/WrTJfwuU-uE/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587422742543322834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JUFeBXOzERY/TYqDgYNSuBI/AAAAAAAALhs/D7lQZfWrd5w/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JUFeBXOzERY/TYqDgYNSuBI/AAAAAAAALhs/D7lQZfWrd5w/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587422879983777810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vu6iwqD_gQ/TYqDgrOpcvI/AAAAAAAALh0/iR4yrsni5fA/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vu6iwqD_gQ/TYqDgrOpcvI/AAAAAAAALh0/iR4yrsni5fA/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587422885089735410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-1320798037054747521?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1320798037054747521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=1320798037054747521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1320798037054747521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1320798037054747521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-walk.html' title='on a walk'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdDIkh6-WoU/TYqDoyFNJvI/AAAAAAAALiE/T8SmSpt0o84/s72-c/2011-03-23_15-25-46_867%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-431772240072626789</id><published>2011-03-21T22:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:11:06.453-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crusty Mondays'/><title type='text'>Crusty Monday</title><content type='html'>have you ever opened several windows (i'm tech talking here, so i mean, like windows on the computer) and the speakers start blaring. then you have to go back to find which window is playing music? it's especially annoying if you're on your laptop next to a sleeping spouse, or trying to discreetly look at a website on your smartphone while standing in line at the grocery store. ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happens on sites, like weather.com and cnn.com, etc etc.... the ads start blaring, GRRRR. also, people have music player on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nIVfIKxIn9A/TYghSpqdmVI/AAAAAAAALgk/1-UC2OlezmY/s1600/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nIVfIKxIn9A/TYghSpqdmVI/AAAAAAAALgk/1-UC2OlezmY/s400/index.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586751942058416466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to save some friends, i love all my dear friends who have music players on their blogs and i've learned who you are so i can be prepared for the music to start. i like the music players on the blog. it's fun to see what people enjoy listening to, but i would like to be the one to push the play button if i'm in the mood to listen. i'm in the mood to read, that's why i'm sitting at my computer reading. i'm not to groove out. my advice, turn off the autoplay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-431772240072626789?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/431772240072626789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=431772240072626789&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/431772240072626789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/431772240072626789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/03/crusty-monday_21.html' title='Crusty Monday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nIVfIKxIn9A/TYghSpqdmVI/AAAAAAAALgk/1-UC2OlezmY/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-2095358396814668580</id><published>2011-03-21T01:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T01:12:27.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>don't worry, he survived</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2f3c954587340d5f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-8218217157556069226</id><published>2011-03-19T18:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:47:12.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lookout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we drive past this "lookout" spot all the time. today we stopped and i shot a few pics of the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Boe6PPaz9TY/TYVOQqZgIBI/AAAAAAAALfs/Cfbz-NystO0/s1600/IMG_5446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Boe6PPaz9TY/TYVOQqZgIBI/AAAAAAAALfs/Cfbz-NystO0/s400/IMG_5446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585956960989093906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJlNXWHqLyc/TYVOQTksfNI/AAAAAAAALfk/CcSF9uXCIa4/s1600/IMG_5449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QJlNXWHqLyc/TYVOQTksfNI/AAAAAAAALfk/CcSF9uXCIa4/s400/IMG_5449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585956954862025938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xRp-_pPPfkw/TYVOQFxFlAI/AAAAAAAALfc/1fBElEU_GR4/s1600/IMG_5452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xRp-_pPPfkw/TYVOQFxFlAI/AAAAAAAALfc/1fBElEU_GR4/s400/IMG_5452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585956951155905538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LwSzwZyV05k/TYVOP3BWZ6I/AAAAAAAALfU/bZmbEoaZWVE/s1600/IMG_5453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LwSzwZyV05k/TYVOP3BWZ6I/AAAAAAAALfU/bZmbEoaZWVE/s400/IMG_5453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585956947197585314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look out world, here they come!&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/4135199774954711683-8218217157556069226?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8218217157556069226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=8218217157556069226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8218217157556069226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8218217157556069226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/03/lookout.html' title='lookout!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Boe6PPaz9TY/TYVOQqZgIBI/AAAAAAAALfs/Cfbz-NystO0/s72-c/IMG_5446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-4554208861261988282</id><published>2011-03-18T09:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T15:31:09.959-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Favorites'/><title type='text'>Friday Favorites Closet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is your "go-to" food? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(okay, i know i was going to stay away from food for favorites day, but what can i say, i'm a loser?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it that you turn to when you are hungry, standing in the kitchen, and completely stumped on what you're going to eat for a late night/midday snack? what is it that always ends up being just what you wanted when you didn't know what you wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doesn't matter what my mood, i always turn to popcorn. i eat it almost daily (hope my dentist doesn't read this). and yes, i've become a popcorn snob. it ticks me off when i buy popcorn at the store and pop it only to find it's stale. GRRR! and i'm all about WHITE popcorn vs. yellow (although yellow pops up bigger if you're making candied or caramel popcorn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7cIkGyOMs-8/TYPNPN4BXWI/AAAAAAAALfM/zYYRKlCtifE/s1600/CitrusPopcorn-729761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7cIkGyOMs-8/TYPNPN4BXWI/AAAAAAAALfM/zYYRKlCtifE/s400/CitrusPopcorn-729761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585533624175910242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pop mine in an air popper. then i spray with canola oil, sprinkle with Johnny's popcorn salt and spritz a little bit of "i can't believe it's not butter" spray as i toss. in my "guilt doesn't exist" world, i would pop in Orville Redenbacher's butter oil, sprinkle with sea salt and drizzle with real butter :P. and don't even get me started on how yummy the popcorn is at the movie theater... you know the kind they must pop in liquid gold and pepper with diamonds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popcorn, i just love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you do popcorn?&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/4135199774954711683-4554208861261988282?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4554208861261988282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=4554208861261988282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4554208861261988282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4554208861261988282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-favorites-closet.html' title='Friday Favorites Closet'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7cIkGyOMs-8/TYPNPN4BXWI/AAAAAAAALfM/zYYRKlCtifE/s72-c/CitrusPopcorn-729761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-6436211966072537803</id><published>2011-03-17T11:04:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:53:19.550-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emergency Preparedness'/><title type='text'>72 Hour Kit Updating</title><content type='html'>as Mason was watching me unpack and repack the backpack, he asked, "is that for me?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's for our whole family," I responded, a little despondent because it just doesn't seem like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have 3 kits. i've adapted&lt;a href="http://lds.about.com/od/preparednessfoodstorage/a/72hour_kit.htm"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.about.com/od/preparednessfoodstorage/a/72hour_kit.htm"&gt;this list&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.about.com/od/preparednessfoodstorage/a/72hour_kit.htm"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;from the &lt;a href="http://lds.org/?lang=eng"&gt;LDS church&lt;/a&gt; to fit our family a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kit #1 the grab and go bag. this is what you grab, when you don't even have time to think, when the water, fire whatever is seconds from endangering your life and you have to leave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on foot&lt;/span&gt;. this must be able to be carried on your person (without a car). ours is in a backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;granola bars, jerky, canned meat (with pop-top lids)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;emergency blankets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;water filter (we have the water bottle that filters as you drink through a straw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;flashlight (with extra batteries, or crank-powered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;radio (with batteries)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pen and paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;knife&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;first aid kit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;medications (acetaminophen, benedryl, ibuprofen, and whatever your family needs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;candles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lighter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;matches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;money (small bills)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;small bible/scriptures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;extra ziploc bags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wipes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a small hygiene kit (soap, toothbrushes, comb, shampoo, small towel)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feminine products&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cell phone charger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;kit #2 this is what you grab along with your backpack if you have a few minutes to get them in your car and drive away. i keep mine in 2 rubbermaid bins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;MRE's (you can buy these online, or through a military surplus store) they last for 10 years and are full "just add water" meals)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;water filter, pump style (good ones aren't cheap! ask for one for Christmas, that's what we did ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shovel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;axe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rope&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;duct tape&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;toilet paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a clean change of clothes (socks and shoes too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jackets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;poncho's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tarp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blankets (keep the sleeping bags near your 72-hour kit, so you can throw them in if you have time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;flares&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;toys for the kids (diapers and formula if needed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;kit #3 the safe. small portable (fire and waterproof is best) safe that you can keep your valuables in. if it's not water proof, put papers in ziploc bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;money (have smaller bills on-hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;immunization records&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;insurance information&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;credit cards (as well as the contact information in case you lose them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;birth certificates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;marriage documents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;portable hard-drive backed-up with valuable document/photos (i back mine up every few months or so)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pre-paid phone cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;contact list of friends and family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;guns (with extra ammo, if that's your thing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;if you have pets, set their carrier with your kit, so you'll remember to grab them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that that's done, time to move onto getting the water barrels full (i never re-filled them after the move, shame on me!!), stabilizing furniture and cupboards, and taking inventory on the food storage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-6436211966072537803?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-2366411398643081254</id><published>2011-03-12T11:39:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T14:18:02.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the tsunami hits Pacifica, CA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i be off the hook for flaking on favorites friday? what a crazy day we had!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 11th 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:14  AM  phone rings, it's Sean's teacher telling me that school was  canceled because there was an earthquake in Japan and tsunami was headed  our way. grrreat. i woke up nick and hopped on the internet since we  don't have tv. i called my friend who lives closer to the water and she  said that they were told to evacuate at 4 AM, they were all ready packed  up and hanging out inland at Denny's. we find a map which shows that we are right on the evacuation border. we contemplate leaving. nick  suggests driving to the top of the hill behind us to the church  building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 AM another friend calls and offers her home to  use. she's 5 minutes away on high ground. not to mention they just  bought a trampoline and i knew my kids would have fun. they were out of  school for the day and thought, why not? we have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 AM car is packed with kids, safe (with documents, money, guns), the cat meowing in her carrier. we head up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:08  AM tsunami begins (the swells last for hours). we were very lucky that  the waves hit during low tide. we stand at the look out point and take  some photos while kids play. we go on a hike. the kids play in the WWII  bunker. we have continued views of the ocean, where i snap a few shots  here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eO_zCfOXLBU/TXvDSyoFgFI/AAAAAAAALd0/DcLeaLvD1V0/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eO_zCfOXLBU/TXvDSyoFgFI/AAAAAAAALd0/DcLeaLvD1V0/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583270890650828882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 AM back at friends house where we decide to bake while the kids play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00  AM when the swells were possibly expected to be at their biggest. i go  to the lookout point, shoot a few pictures of the waves (not too  exciting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 PM things have died down. i head home (mostly for the cat's sake, she was growing sick of the car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos that i shot. notice how high the surf is for low tide. there is definitely something happening here. we were lucky. pacifica was completely safe.&lt;a href="http://www.mercurynews.com/ci_17597857?source=most_emailed&amp;amp;nclick_check=1"&gt; the hardest-hit place near us was santa cruz&lt;/a&gt;, where the harbor and boats suffered a lot of damage. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(click on photos for larger image)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SzCCEqOS_l8/TXvDfRTV5qI/AAAAAAAALek/HY3H4CLh9Eg/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SzCCEqOS_l8/TXvDfRTV5qI/AAAAAAAALek/HY3H4CLh9Eg/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583271105043752610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I0lCyL736as/TXvDf46hyHI/AAAAAAAALes/WadVU52vMgw/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I0lCyL736as/TXvDf46hyHI/AAAAAAAALes/WadVU52vMgw/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583271115677091954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zxhGxw48MKw/TXvDTDh4yRI/AAAAAAAALd8/9elvdbKybrY/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zxhGxw48MKw/TXvDTDh4yRI/AAAAAAAALd8/9elvdbKybrY/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583270895188232466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-5Qp1_T8lg/TXvDez0v7kI/AAAAAAAALec/bFmWJzxj8JE/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-5Qp1_T8lg/TXvDez0v7kI/AAAAAAAALec/bFmWJzxj8JE/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583271097130806850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GCrx-6AiW24/TXvDeoJH-WI/AAAAAAAALeU/r-3B36eZeJw/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GCrx-6AiW24/TXvDeoJH-WI/AAAAAAAALeU/r-3B36eZeJw/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583271093995043170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvsltdva684/TXvDT4QwzsI/AAAAAAAALeM/gbVshXKX1nQ/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvsltdva684/TXvDT4QwzsI/AAAAAAAALeM/gbVshXKX1nQ/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583270909343485634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6jx2Lcn1xQ/TXvDTXqiGZI/AAAAAAAALeE/kNDwaT5O_-0/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6jx2Lcn1xQ/TXvDTXqiGZI/AAAAAAAALeE/kNDwaT5O_-0/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583270900593203602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thoughts about Japan and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;the tsunami's hit hardest where Nick served his mission, in Sendai. it's incredible to watch the video footage of our old stomping grounds being devastated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends from my mission are all accounted for and okay based on who i've heard from. one friend on facebook posted that he walked home from his office in Tokyo taking him 7 hours. he came home to his wife and family safe.  :)  family members of some friends are still missing. prayers would be much appreciated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;we altered our emergency preparedness plan based on the events of this day. i am reminded of the power that mother nature has over us. i mean wow a &lt;a href="http://abclocal.go.com/kabc/story?section=weather/earthquake_center&amp;amp;id=8009020"&gt;whole country has moved&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept well last night. grateful that i had a bed and a safe family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-2366411398643081254?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2366411398643081254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eO_zCfOXLBU/TXvDSyoFgFI/AAAAAAAALd0/DcLeaLvD1V0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-900596769596551006</id><published>2011-03-08T16:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T16:38:14.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B days and Hodge Podges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Mason, he's the big &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;today! we celebrated on Sunday with grandma and cake. i made my first ice cream cake and it was a hit thanks to Rach for tips ;) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8aZ0UcrrTTs/TXa8D__Y_iI/AAAAAAAALdc/jvPkQHbQCmw/s1600/IMG_5184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8aZ0UcrrTTs/TXa8D__Y_iI/AAAAAAAALdc/jvPkQHbQCmw/s400/IMG_5184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581855565075250722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NNe-pxrYjA8/TXa8EZb37-I/AAAAAAAALdk/wNq71iECSqs/s1600/IMG_5189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NNe-pxrYjA8/TXa8EZb37-I/AAAAAAAALdk/wNq71iECSqs/s400/IMG_5189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581855571905605602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, his actual birthday was just a typical day in the Gibbons' home. we took a walk to the beach. the hills are turning green and the wildflowers are blooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLIQsZi_rl4/TXa7eD53OvI/AAAAAAAALdU/7kIAMUy5OGw/s1600/IMG_5229a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lLIQsZi_rl4/TXa7eD53OvI/AAAAAAAALdU/7kIAMUy5OGw/s400/IMG_5229a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581854913290779378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwI-7jiHJZg/TXa7dp-NAcI/AAAAAAAALdM/bt9Z72TIm-A/s1600/IMG_5234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wwI-7jiHJZg/TXa7dp-NAcI/AAAAAAAALdM/bt9Z72TIm-A/s400/IMG_5234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581854906329661890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2ufOSFLBIU/TXa7dUpoMGI/AAAAAAAALdE/eoCLfRXwxA8/s1600/IMG_5212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2ufOSFLBIU/TXa7dUpoMGI/AAAAAAAALdE/eoCLfRXwxA8/s400/IMG_5212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581854900606218338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the view looking from the beach back towards our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s8KyEC63BBY/TXa9lsaZgMI/AAAAAAAALds/2JVaBUKPM4k/s1600/IMG_5208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s8KyEC63BBY/TXa9lsaZgMI/AAAAAAAALds/2JVaBUKPM4k/s400/IMG_5208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581857243447001282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick worked on waxing some teeth for school. mikan thought that she should be involved somehow. anytime a project is in process. she thinks that she has to be in the middle of things. very irritating, but kinda cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o1iDEzLzDq0/TXa7dOH9oCI/AAAAAAAALc8/2Urk95IYK7I/s1600/IMG_5197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o1iDEzLzDq0/TXa7dOH9oCI/AAAAAAAALc8/2Urk95IYK7I/s400/IMG_5197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581854898854404130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/4135199774954711683-900596769596551006?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/900596769596551006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=900596769596551006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/900596769596551006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crusty Mondays'/><title type='text'>Monday's Crusties #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XVkKT822_YI/TXURld-PkSI/AAAAAAAALc0/-TS26EPS55c/s1600/record_gas_prices_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XVkKT822_YI/TXURld-PkSI/AAAAAAAALc0/-TS26EPS55c/s320/record_gas_prices_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581386648594125090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well, i think we've made it over the $4 hump.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sick of watching the numbers go up. and up. and up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were in the mood, i could make this post insanely long and talk about all of the causes behind gas prices skyrocketing again, possible solutions, and upcoming repercussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the cost of gas simply makes everything else cost more. and that sucks. because whether we like it or not life is easier when there is more money in our pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these gas prices are killing us! pray that my kids will get into the school by our house (Mason is already in, so, YAY for that!)  so we don't have to drop 4 bucks a day to drive them to and from school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-8756862300696260533?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8756862300696260533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=8756862300696260533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8756862300696260533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8756862300696260533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/03/mondays-crusties-3.html' title='Monday&apos;s Crusties #3'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XVkKT822_YI/TXURld-PkSI/AAAAAAAALc0/-TS26EPS55c/s72-c/record_gas_prices_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-7443820286758031371</id><published>2011-03-04T09:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:52:26.348-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Favorites'/><title type='text'>Friday Favorites #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this Friday, let's talk about entertainment. the higher powers that be, high up in the entertainment industry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;that we Americans are addicted. they know that us women need unrealistic expectations of romance to get us through the week. they know that the men need their violence and sports-fix. and they know that the kids don't bug their parents if they have mind-numbing animation to turn them into drones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to segway into my next problem. the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cost &lt;/span&gt;of said entertainment. ridiculous!! who wants to pay $100 or more a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt; to have all of these things at our fingertips? most of us do. most of us cant live without it. i'll admit, i have those days where the world has gotten the better of me and i just want to be sucked into a good movie or story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;a href="https://signup.netflix.com/Login?country=1&amp;amp;rdirfdc=true"&gt;Netflix&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRNZ0XBfFeY/TXEYHg2q9_I/AAAAAAAALcs/wapH_bGjsCI/s1600/netflix-logo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRNZ0XBfFeY/TXEYHg2q9_I/AAAAAAAALcs/wapH_bGjsCI/s320/netflix-logo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580267930646149106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; since we've decided to live without cable TV, we rely on &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/"&gt;HULU &lt;/a&gt;and Netflix to give us what we need. it's cheap. you can watch on several devices (computer, xbox, Wii, etc) at one time. no limit.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no advertising&lt;/span&gt;! you can fast forward and save your spot. streaming in HD :) we just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;two things i wish Netflix had:&lt;br /&gt;1. subtitles&lt;br /&gt;2. autoplay on series (like when one episode is done, the next one automatically begins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also afraid that people are going to figure out how much money they can save and the price of Netflix will also skyrocket like everything else in the entertainment industry. for example there is&lt;a href="http://www.intelligentspeculator.net/investment-talking/about-apple-aapl-buying-netflix-nflx/"&gt; this article&lt;/a&gt; about Apple possibly taking over my beloved Netflix. the Apple corporation doesn't know the concept of "unlimited" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;. they nickel-and-dime you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you dear Netflix.&lt;br /&gt;please don't change.&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/4135199774954711683-7443820286758031371?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7443820286758031371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=7443820286758031371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/7443820286758031371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/7443820286758031371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-favorites-4.html' title='Friday Favorites #4'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRNZ0XBfFeY/TXEYHg2q9_I/AAAAAAAALcs/wapH_bGjsCI/s72-c/netflix-logo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-6185596580323158898</id><published>2011-02-28T19:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T19:32:15.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phrases I Wish I had on Speed-Voice</title><content type='html'>* Homework, now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do you need to pee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Go wash your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Well, clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mason, calm down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Guys, is that indoor behavior? Take it outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do I need to take video games away again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Did you flush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I missing any?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-6185596580323158898?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6185596580323158898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=6185596580323158898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6185596580323158898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6185596580323158898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/02/phrases-i-wish-i-had-on-speed-voice.html' title='Phrases I Wish I had on Speed-Voice'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-391082063261581426</id><published>2011-02-28T07:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:48:42.858-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crusty Mondays'/><title type='text'>Monday's Crusties #2</title><content type='html'>i know i'm going to get a lot of flack on this one, but hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you've seen this woman. everyone has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0yItPZ-YjkI/TWl1OMLEodI/AAAAAAAALcM/Iw2z-anm5VU/s1600/costco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0yItPZ-YjkI/TWl1OMLEodI/AAAAAAAALcM/Iw2z-anm5VU/s200/costco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578118500121354706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of you love her for your own reasons. but personally i loathe her and all her friends and followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costco is very dear to me. i remember the days when you could roam the isles with all of the "wholesalers." the isles were wide, tall, and free of congestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buying in bulk isn't always a good idea. and sometimes i see something and think, "oooo that looks good, but i wish i could try it before i buy a 100 of them...." hence the idea behind the free samples. admittedly a good one. and i remember when i was like, "oooo free sample, cool!" and "oooo, i actually wanted to try that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, Costco here in San Francisco is a crazy cesspool of cheapskate hungry vultures lacking manners and morals. when a tired mother of 3 boys heads into Costco to load up on food, the last thing she wants to dodge are the people who are just there for the free samples. maneuvering a full cart while herding three kids is difficult enough &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without &lt;/span&gt;these people crowding the isles. they don't care who they block or cut off, it's all about them and their sample, nothing else exists, just themselves and the food. sometimes, even those waiting in front of them don't exist, they cut in line or just grab what is "theirs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously irritating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for some coping mechanisms (since my blog post wont magically make all this nonsense go away)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. go to Costco when it's less crowded.&lt;br /&gt;2. ask your local Costco if there's a time when they DON'T have samples out.&lt;br /&gt;3. ask your local Costco if there's a time and day when they are not so busy.&lt;br /&gt;4. weld spikes into your shopping cart&lt;br /&gt;5. go "elaine benes" on them and yell, "trying to shop here! move aside!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any other suggestions would be welcome  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-391082063261581426?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/391082063261581426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=391082063261581426&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/391082063261581426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/391082063261581426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/02/mondays-crusties-2.html' title='Monday&apos;s Crusties #2'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0yItPZ-YjkI/TWl1OMLEodI/AAAAAAAALcM/Iw2z-anm5VU/s72-c/costco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-565047914057830160</id><published>2011-02-26T14:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T14:21:04.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 1/2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3iOF1X2JbbI/TWltDcWoInI/AAAAAAAALcE/075TD4fkzjU/s1600/IMG_5182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3iOF1X2JbbI/TWltDcWoInI/AAAAAAAALcE/075TD4fkzjU/s400/IMG_5182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578109519393202802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's about time he lost his first tooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wouldn't let me pull it out even though i told him that it doesn't really hurt. but i convinced him to open his mouth. and i said, "does this hurt?" as i lightly pulled on the tooth. "no," he said. so i pulled a little harder and it popped right out. i didn't tell him. he just kept talking and finally said, "HEY!!" and i showed him the tooth in my hands, "told ya it wouldn't hurt," i said. he grabbed the tooth and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt; to his room where he promptly deposited the tooth under his pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few hours later, he came to me, a indecisive little wrinkle on his face. "my smile is different, mom" he said. i replied, "yeah, you look so grown up now! and so handsome!" his questioning glare melted and in a typical sean manner he ran off while saying, "i know!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-565047914057830160?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/565047914057830160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=565047914057830160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/565047914057830160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/565047914057830160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/02/7-12.html' title='7 1/2'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3iOF1X2JbbI/TWltDcWoInI/AAAAAAAALcE/075TD4fkzjU/s72-c/IMG_5182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-8330829002823889744</id><published>2011-02-25T08:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:52:26.348-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Favorites'/><title type='text'>Friday Favorites Closet #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CS_kwt1K1A0/TWcZIptkJLI/AAAAAAAALb8/KoF2QhsY8fI/s1600/hot-hot-shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CS_kwt1K1A0/TWcZIptkJLI/AAAAAAAALb8/KoF2QhsY8fI/s320/hot-hot-shower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577454299948262578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm diligently trying to keep my Friday Favorites posts away from food. i love food so much, i'm sure that a few will creep in, but for now i'm going to go with non-food favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite things lately stems from our new home. we have two showers. the kids have theirs and we actually have  a master bathroom! it's as small as a closet, but hey, it's mine. unfortunately i hate it. but, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;the kids' shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking, i love the fact that it's NOT low flow. i steal an extra few minutes every morning just standing in it's warmth, not wanting to leave the embrace of it's inviting privacy and steam. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i love showers&lt;/span&gt;! and i love all the smells that come with it, whether it's a new shampoo or body soap, or the smell of the grapefruit face scrub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i hate getting out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-8330829002823889744?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/8330829002823889744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=8330829002823889744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8330829002823889744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/8330829002823889744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday-favorites-closet-3.html' title='Friday Favorites Closet #3'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CS_kwt1K1A0/TWcZIptkJLI/AAAAAAAALb8/KoF2QhsY8fI/s72-c/hot-hot-shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-1139067188819074762</id><published>2011-02-21T16:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:48:42.858-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crusty Mondays'/><title type='text'>Monday's Crusties #1</title><content type='html'>to balance out the Friday Favorites, i decided i would try Crusty Mondays.  a place to vent about my peeves and complaints. so crusty monday #1 is all about, view-cutters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view-cutters is a name i have given to the people that cut right in front of you and stand right where you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were &lt;/span&gt;looking. this mostly happens in the store. you're standing there reading the signs and labels, trying to decide what you want exactly, and someone comes and stands right in front of you. this drives me NUTS. i seriously have been tempted to say, "um, you know you just blocked my view, that's rude, in case you didn't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought, "maybe it's cultural?" when i lived in Japan, i used my toe to point to an item on a bottom shelf once. the clerk kicked me out of the store. i guess it was rude and i had NO idea. but i dont think that "view-cutting" is cultural, because all kinds of people have done this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not sure why it bothers me so much. i just think, "i know you noticed that i was standing here looking, but you just didn't care, what you needed to see was more important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iUisU4JCHFE/TWRIQE22bUI/AAAAAAAALb0/PXldHenvBVw/s1600/Elaine_benes019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iUisU4JCHFE/TWRIQE22bUI/AAAAAAAALb0/PXldHenvBVw/s200/Elaine_benes019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576661679610424642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the thing is, sometimes i wish i could be more like elaine benes (for any and all Seinfeld fans out there). she would never let anything that bugged her slip through her fingers. i guess i would call her the antithesis of a "doormat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to conclude, if you were elaine benes, what would you do about "view-cutters?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-1139067188819074762?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1139067188819074762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=1139067188819074762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1139067188819074762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1139067188819074762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/02/mondays-crusties-1.html' title='Monday&apos;s Crusties #1'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iUisU4JCHFE/TWRIQE22bUI/AAAAAAAALb0/PXldHenvBVw/s72-c/Elaine_benes019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-3204801528209290869</id><published>2011-02-18T14:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T14:54:28.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovin' my boys on their turf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as much as i'll admit that i really don't like hanging out at the kids' school, the smiles on their faces are priceless when i enter their school territory. it's like entering another world to me. this is a second home for my children, thus they love having me there. for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooper in line for goodies at the valentines day party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm9icfu7UA4/TV7o_Wq6FnI/AAAAAAAALbc/BWGGpHsLYA8/s1600/IMG_5141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm9icfu7UA4/TV7o_Wq6FnI/AAAAAAAALbc/BWGGpHsLYA8/s400/IMG_5141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575149563846202994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean with his teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPBXMZwH0gU/TV7o_9XKsDI/AAAAAAAALbk/iHjbVNPxPV8/s1600/IMG_5166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPBXMZwH0gU/TV7o_9XKsDI/AAAAAAAALbk/iHjbVNPxPV8/s400/IMG_5166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575149574232387634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are such good boys. the never make problems for their teachers. i wonder sometimes why i was blessed with such good-natured children. then again..... this one is about to start kindergarten in the fall and i may be in for a rude awakening!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6IkaF6_Fy8/TV7qXFVIpGI/AAAAAAAALbs/rcvb1ugXXZo/s1600/IMG_4102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6IkaF6_Fy8/TV7qXFVIpGI/AAAAAAAALbs/rcvb1ugXXZo/s400/IMG_4102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575151071019967586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4135199774954711683-3204801528209290869?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3204801528209290869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=3204801528209290869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/3204801528209290869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/3204801528209290869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/02/lovin-my-boys-on-their-turf.html' title='lovin&apos; my boys on their turf'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nm9icfu7UA4/TV7o_Wq6FnI/AAAAAAAALbc/BWGGpHsLYA8/s72-c/IMG_5141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-1243507493474207996</id><published>2011-02-18T14:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:52:26.348-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Favorites'/><title type='text'>Friday Favorites Closet #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tjiPeun0ods/TV7l72Q3oZI/AAAAAAAALbU/VreWlpQIblI/s1600/clorox_wipes%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tjiPeun0ods/TV7l72Q3oZI/AAAAAAAALbU/VreWlpQIblI/s320/clorox_wipes%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575146205072564626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i don't claim to be green and to those that care, my most sincerest apologies ;) but i despise the rags that hold onto smells even AFTER you wash them. i realize that there are jobs that my beloved wipes cannot tackle. but i love them nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is my ode to disposable wipes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that you wipe up AND disinfect with one swipe, this makes for a happy mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that i can toss you in the trash and not have to worry about washing you right away to prevent smelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that i can buy you at my favorite place on earth, Costco. and you seem to last 6 months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that i can keep you anywhere, under every sink in the house, in the car, above the washing machine, ready to freshen up my day with your bleachy smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i bought the Kirkland Signature brand once.... NEVER again, they left a sudsy film on everything... YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY for Clorox wipes, hopefully you'll be in my life for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-1243507493474207996?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1243507493474207996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=1243507493474207996&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1243507493474207996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1243507493474207996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday-favorites-closet-2.html' title='Friday Favorites Closet #2'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tjiPeun0ods/TV7l72Q3oZI/AAAAAAAALbU/VreWlpQIblI/s72-c/clorox_wipes%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-5935869145804777568</id><published>2011-02-11T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:52:26.349-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Favorites'/><title type='text'>Friday Favorites Closet #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xlQfxQ9eVJk/TVSmavoXDHI/AAAAAAAALXs/SRiOGWMRsZ0/s1600/Taupe-Stripes-Queen-Size-Sheet-Set-600-Thread-Count-100-Egyptian-Cotton-4pc-Deep-Pocket-Bed-Sheet-set-By-LuxuryEgyptianCotton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xlQfxQ9eVJk/TVSmavoXDHI/AAAAAAAALXs/SRiOGWMRsZ0/s320/Taupe-Stripes-Queen-Size-Sheet-Set-600-Thread-Count-100-Egyptian-Cotton-4pc-Deep-Pocket-Bed-Sheet-set-By-LuxuryEgyptianCotton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572261617356704882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my first "favorites Friday" post. for lack of anything else to blog about (my life is pretty boring these days) i thought i'd piggyback other bloggers and try it out. here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite thing this week is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;crisp, clean, preferably ironed, high thread count (600+) sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;since my crummy week last week and subsequently contracting a cold, i've spent lots of time in my bed, developing a deeper appreciation for my sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know if there's any quite like the feeling of emerging from a hot bath, all clean and fresh, and sliding between clean cool sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it. 'nuf said  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-5935869145804777568?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5935869145804777568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=5935869145804777568&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5935869145804777568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5935869145804777568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday-favorites-closet-1.html' title='Friday Favorites Closet #1'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xlQfxQ9eVJk/TVSmavoXDHI/AAAAAAAALXs/SRiOGWMRsZ0/s72-c/Taupe-Stripes-Queen-Size-Sheet-Set-600-Thread-Count-100-Egyptian-Cotton-4pc-Deep-Pocket-Bed-Sheet-set-By-LuxuryEgyptianCotton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-7849298370481816664</id><published>2011-02-08T19:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:37:56.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the little things that make a difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like finished homework (which mom sprouted another gray hair nagging them to get it done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TVH9LkeQKrI/AAAAAAAALXU/oWgHzuZ1v50/s1600/IMG_5135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TVH9LkeQKrI/AAAAAAAALXU/oWgHzuZ1v50/s400/IMG_5135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571512589244967602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or homemade chocolate peanut butter ice cream (which mom gains 10 pounds just by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; about eating some)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TVH8XBO9fqI/AAAAAAAALXM/drh_hOTmOLM/s1600/IMG_5132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TVH8XBO9fqI/AAAAAAAALXM/drh_hOTmOLM/s400/IMG_5132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571511686432390818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like warm "fresh from the dryer" laundry to cuddle under while watching a movie (which mom will have to fold later tonight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TVH8W1217OI/AAAAAAAALXE/RNA7Vh_qZ8Q/s1600/IMG_5134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TVH8W1217OI/AAAAAAAALXE/RNA7Vh_qZ8Q/s400/IMG_5134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571511683378441442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying to be positive isn't always easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TVH90aOt6yI/AAAAAAAALXc/g_-WMhHGP10/s1600/tumblr_lfit2tGQxA1qciek8o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TVH90aOt6yI/AAAAAAAALXc/g_-WMhHGP10/s400/tumblr_lfit2tGQxA1qciek8o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571513290870090530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4135199774954711683-7849298370481816664?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7849298370481816664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=7849298370481816664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/7849298370481816664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/7849298370481816664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-little-things-that-make-difference.html' title='it&apos;s the little things that make a difference'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TVH9LkeQKrI/AAAAAAAALXU/oWgHzuZ1v50/s72-c/IMG_5135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-2059713061789347835</id><published>2011-02-06T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:38:27.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the little story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Disclaimer: I wrote this mostly for me, to remember the events. It's a little TMI in places and quite boring in others. it's not a work of non-fiction, just my recollections of the past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out i was pregnant about a week and a half before Christmas. i wrapped up the pregnancy test and stuck it under the Christmas tree for Nick to open on Christmas morning. and that's where my little story begins....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the following weeks as i began to plan. i got excited, but stayed apprehensive, it was still quite early and my symptoms were very mild. i started to worry that i didn't feel sick at all, and right about that time, BAM the sickness hit me something fierce. it gave me a little peace, but wore off after about a week, i started feeling normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first appointment with the doctor was at my 11 week point. she couldn't find the heartbeat with the doppler (happened with all three boys, so i wasn't worried), i told her of my lack of symptoms and she scheduled me for an ultrasound at another hospital. i went and picked up the boys from school and drove down to the hospital. i left them in the waiting room and when into the ultrasound room. I was HIGHLY uncomfortable because i had to keep my super-full bladder! the ultrasound tech was super nice and chatty. she began the ultrasound by doing all the measuring of the ovaries and lame stuff, i just wanted to see the baby, but every time i saw the baby flash on the screen she wouldn't leave it there. she said she needed to switch to vaginal ultrasound and let me pee (relief!). when i came back in, she'd turned the monitor so i couldn't see and wasn't talking to me at all. i knew something wasn't right as she was punching buttons like crazy. the tears almost started when she left the room to the the radiologist to go over my results. i was freaking out! you have these conversations in your head like, "maybe they just do things differently here" or "maybe it's twins!" but really, it just didn't seem good :(  the radiologist came in and one look at her face told me that my baby was dead. she was really nice and gentle, but i was all business, "what do i do now?" since it was Friday at 4:30pm my doctor was gone for the day so she'd gone ahead and made an appointment with one of her partners. i said, "forget it, what's the point?" and told her to cancel the appointment, mostly because i wasn't excited about seeing this particular doctor she'd scheduled me with, i've heard horror stories about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i held my composure checking out. i held it as the kids shot questions at me, "did you see the baby?" "did you get a picture?" "can we see?" i kept it together as i left the hospital and trudged to the car. i phoned my doctors office because i knew once i got home, they'd be closed, to schedule a monday appt. the scheduler was rude and i wanted to reach through the phone and SMACK her. if the kids hadn't been in the car, i would have yelled, "you COULD be a little nicer to me, i just found out that my baby is dead!" i didn't realize that i was upset until i felt hot tears rolling out from under my sunglasses. thank heavens for sunglasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how i made it home, but i did. we walked in the front door. "you can do whatever you want, but dont play outside" i told the kids and went in my room and shut the door. i texted a few people that i had told and let them know. i then let the tears come and i had myself a good cry. i'm not the kind of woman that feels a connection to her fetus in a mommy/baby sort of way.  i can describe my main emotion as dissapointed, sad and very dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick called on his way home from school and offered to pick up dinner, YES PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting the weekend was difficult. every little pain and twinge sent me to the bathroom to check for blood. i kept waiting for it to happen. there was a sort of catharsis in a way. what i was dealing with was minor on so many levels. i have friends and family members going through trials way beyond mine. i was actually growing thankful for the constants in my life. my healthy family, a loving supportive husband, and a firm testimony of God. if any of those things were to be threatened or disappear, then, i may have an excuse to feel sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday came and Nick came with me to the doctors. she wanted to do a d&amp;amp;c the next day in the office by giving me valium, vicoden and lidocaine. oh man, i really wanted to be knocked out! so i pushed for general anesthesia and they complied, i was scheduled for monday evening between 4 and 7 pm. but she wanted to put lamanaria (some seaweed) on my cervix to begin the dilation process. so once again i was droppin my drawers... i had no idea she was giving me a shot of lidocaine "down there" until i started FREAKING out. my whole body when shakey and numb and i felt like i was floating and going to pass out. i started balling my eyes out (not because i was sad, but because i was scared) it was the weirdest reaction EVER and it confirmed the decision i'd made to NOT get the lidocaine again the next day for the actual d&amp;amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home and waited. my mom came to help with the boys and the hospital called at 4:30 and asked me to head over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was starving. since i couldn't eat for the entire day and my body was still technically pregnant, it was awful! every time the nurses or staff would ask if i needed anything, i'd ask for a sandwich and they would just laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they let Nick stay with me since it was really slow. we talked a lot and Nick said, "the is the first date we've been on in a long time." and it was nice, just laying there for hours, chatting, with some occasional studying on Nick's part, and reading on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hospital staff was so sweet and attentive. seriously, they were awesome! my doctor was busy delivering babies and was a little "put-out" by my demanding general anethesia. when she finally got to me in the OR, her first words were "now WHY are we doing this in the OR and not in the office?" well, it was nearly 11pm and she was exhausted. there were so many people that were waiting around the hospital JUST for me. i felt horrible for being so demanding, but i just couldn't imagine doing it in the office with the lidocaine and the sucking sounds of the machine.... to give my doctor a little more credit, she was very nice after the procedure and said, she'd remember my story from my appointment on friday and was very chatty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the procedure itself wasn't that bad, they had to wake me up early because i was bleeding too much. (when you are under general anethesia, the uterus relaxes making it more difficult for them to stop the bleeding, if i'm awake the uterus hardens and contracts) so, i woke up to the doctor massaging my uterus like a meat tenderizer. then she called for some medicine from l&amp;amp;d that helps the uterus to contract. it's administered rectally and seriously, THAT was the worst part, my bum was sore for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post-op was fine. i was so happy to adorn my happy pants and hoody. we stopped at jack-in-the-box and i got an oreo milkshake  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't sleep well that night however. i was exhausted, but i could still feel the drugs in my system. my limbs felt different, my head cloudy. it was almost as if i didn't want to go to sleep because i wasn't sure i would wake up. weird, i know. luckily my mom stayed and took the boys to school in the morning. over the next few days, i'm trying to take it easy. when i do too much, i feel it! so i think i'm gonna give it another few days before i hop back on the treadmill and resume my kitchen duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hasn't even been a week, and yet i'm grateful for this experience. it's refocused my thoughts on the things that matter most. i have a greater appreciation for my children, my friends and family and especially my husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-2059713061789347835?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2059713061789347835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=2059713061789347835&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/2059713061789347835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/2059713061789347835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-story.html' title='the little story'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-4076013483638161056</id><published>2011-02-05T10:53:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T11:13:30.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random saturday morning allergy thoughts</title><content type='html'>having a tough kid isn't always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason will fall down and get all bloody, but he doesn't care, he jumps back up and continues with what he was doing. i sometimes wonder if the kid feels pain at all. of course he does, but still!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TU2TCfEjteI/AAAAAAAALWU/QFkX5YPM4xk/s1600/09top10.smooze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TU2TCfEjteI/AAAAAAAALWU/QFkX5YPM4xk/s320/09top10.smooze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570269985036809698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so yesterday, Mason ate a mango/coconut smooze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes later, i notice a red rash on his cheek and neck. all we could find in the house was Clariton and Nick gave him some of that. the rash continued to spread and we picked up some benadryl at the store. the rash went away and Mason fell asleep early, so we put him in his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that night while i was trying to sleep, Mason was coughing up a storm (from a lingering cold). i went in to give him some cough medicine and he said, "mom, i threw up in my sleep." he'd barfed and didn't really care, so he just went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after changing his sheets, his clothes and giving him some cough medicine, i thought, in the last 8 hours, that kid has had more drugs then he's had in the past year. poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i have to figure out if he's allergic to coconut or mangoes, the only 2 ingredients in what he ate. and, if it's coconut, that will open up a whole other world of nuts and things he could possibly be allergic to. ARGH, i really thought i'd lucked out in the allergy department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, back to my original thought. if this had been Cooper, i would have heard about every minor detail, several times over. it would have gone something like this, "mom, i'm all itchy" "mom, my face is red, LOOK!!" "mom, something is weird with my face!" "mom, look at these bumps!" and later, it would have been, "mom, i threw up in my bed" and "mom, i cant stop coughing" etc .... etc... etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it amazes me that kids raised by the same parents can be such polar opposites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i wish that Cooper would complain a little less and Mason a little bit more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-4076013483638161056?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4076013483638161056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=4076013483638161056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4076013483638161056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4076013483638161056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-saturday-morning-allergy.html' title='random saturday morning allergy thoughts'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TU2TCfEjteI/AAAAAAAALWU/QFkX5YPM4xk/s72-c/09top10.smooze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-6797839054620754763</id><published>2011-01-18T15:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T09:57:04.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffed Stuff</title><content type='html'>how do I hate thee? let me count the ways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 really, you're just glorified pillows&lt;br /&gt;#2 you collect dust, germs, mites and drool&lt;br /&gt;#3 you're not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;washable&lt;br /&gt;#4 you seem to multiply, like in the horror film, Gremlins&lt;br /&gt;#5 you're impossible to sneak into the donation pile because random attachments keep you stapled to my child's affections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's enough reasons why i loathe stuffed animals. but it doesn't change the fact the boys insist that stuffed things have feelings and even tell me that "my teacher at school said so!!" and for those of you who don't know, the teacher trumps mom and dad. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;::evil eye to the teacher that told my kid that their stuffed animals had feelings::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TUIJ3KrmFnI/AAAAAAAALWA/kxzhitLOIRA/s1600/100315sandiegoca1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TUIJ3KrmFnI/AAAAAAAALWA/kxzhitLOIRA/s320/100315sandiegoca1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567022932748015218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i mean really.... would you walk into this living room and think, "wow, this room feels healthy, fresh and full of fung shei." i didn't think so. all i see is a haven for spiders and a cave of beady little eyes saying, "donate me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DISCLAIMER:  This is NOT my house, nor in the house of anyone I know. It's some random photo that I found online when I googled "stuffed animals, hoarders"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-6797839054620754763?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/6797839054620754763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=6797839054620754763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6797839054620754763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/6797839054620754763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/01/stuffed-stuff.html' title='Stuffed Stuff'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TUIJ3KrmFnI/AAAAAAAALWA/kxzhitLOIRA/s72-c/100315sandiegoca1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-4987888105721087071</id><published>2011-01-18T15:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:14:52.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>warm in January?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TTYPCw5V82I/AAAAAAAALVs/24JstcjZJrs/s1600/IMG_4867b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TTYPCw5V82I/AAAAAAAALVs/24JstcjZJrs/s320/IMG_4867b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563650929822397282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm pretty sure that after a year of living here.... my posts will veer from the typical beach posts and "I love the climate" etc etc. I just cant get over how different it is from Utah. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TTYPLbJFgFI/AAAAAAAALV0/afbLI4EIpvs/s1600/IMG_4796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TTYPLbJFgFI/AAAAAAAALV0/afbLI4EIpvs/s320/IMG_4796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563651078601670738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm amazed that on a Saturday in January, I look outside to see that it's 70 degrees and sunny!! So we head to the tide pools for the boys to expel some energy and curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TTYPCXyBu9I/AAAAAAAALVk/9L_GzJjEC0k/s1600/IMG_4862bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TTYPCXyBu9I/AAAAAAAALVk/9L_GzJjEC0k/s320/IMG_4862bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563650923080825810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life has settled into a daily grind and my motivation at creative blogging is at a complete standstill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TTYPBqgvY1I/AAAAAAAALVc/7XSyFm_wFig/s1600/IMG_4823b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TTYPBqgvY1I/AAAAAAAALVc/7XSyFm_wFig/s320/IMG_4823b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563650910928724818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did read a new book this week, VERY good and highly recommended!! It was called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sapphique-Catherine-Fisher/dp/0803733976/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1295388702&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sapphique &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and it was the sequel to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Incarceron-Catherine-Fisher/dp/0142418528/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1295388702&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Incarceron&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Only pick these up if you enjoy the genre containing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hunger Games &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Maze Runner &lt;/span&gt;series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life at the Gibbons' home is pretty uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that I'll try to get more creative with blogging!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-4987888105721087071?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4987888105721087071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=4987888105721087071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4987888105721087071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4987888105721087071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/01/warm-in-january.html' title='warm in January?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TTYPCw5V82I/AAAAAAAALVs/24JstcjZJrs/s72-c/IMG_4867b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-4740897780190889446</id><published>2011-01-04T22:31:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:06:31.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>delusions and resolutions</title><content type='html'>New Years Resolutions are not the thing for me. I'd like to think that at the beginning of the New Year, I reflect back on the mistakes and bad habits of the preceding year and just try to be more aware of who am and what I want to be. I've never been a goal setter. I just think, I really want to do THAT or be THAT way and just do it. Then there are of course a few things that I fail miserably at and I've put those in another category all together, "the demons that must be faced when I'm ready to face them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TSQIfiB29II/AAAAAAAALVU/IQR7fTXyxfg/s1600/IMG_1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TSQIfiB29II/AAAAAAAALVU/IQR7fTXyxfg/s320/IMG_1806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558577177885602946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2010 was an epic year for our family. It was huge. Surprisingly enough, the only family member still having a hard time with the move is little Mason.  He is always saying he wants to go back to Utah. Mostly because of his memories of Lake Powell, but he's under some delusion that his life will suddenly and magically become this exciting Disneylike world of fun if he moves back. Sorry to burst your bubble little buddy! We've signed him up for swim lessons and he's excited to start. He asks me everyday when he's going. Time just moves too slowly for a four year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TSQFqOAXCXI/AAAAAAAALVE/P8k3oLHVZkw/s1600/IMG_3789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TSQFqOAXCXI/AAAAAAAALVE/P8k3oLHVZkw/s320/IMG_3789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558574062954285426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sean, is he EVER going to learn? I really pray that he comes to an understanding that learning from others' mistakes is much better than making them yourself. He hasn't changed much from &lt;a href="http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2008/12/bring-on-new-year.html"&gt;this post 2 years ago&lt;/a&gt; where he just didn't believe the fire was hot, even after he watched his little brother get burned, he had to check for himself. Let's hope this behavior changes before he hits puberty or heaven help the Gibbons family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TSQHjatjRhI/AAAAAAAALVM/9TvUTzw3MLg/s1600/IMG_2959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TSQHjatjRhI/AAAAAAAALVM/9TvUTzw3MLg/s320/IMG_2959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558576145129227794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cooper strives so hard to be the "good child." He is naturally a good kid. But he's also very dependant on the praise and attention of others. I'm really trying to find some activity or way that I can give him what he needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch as my babies and toddlers have grown into little men. The challenges have gone from scribbling on walls and spilled milk, to "mom, guess what I heard at school today?" and the challenges of how-much-do-I-tell-them-at-this-age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of this year, I find myself projecting even farther forward, to years in the future, when I'm going to be asking myself, "why didn't I hug them more?" or "how did I miss that?" or even "I should have tried harder!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the struggles of raising up these boys to someday be men of strong character, I'm positive that with the help of the Lord and by staying close to the scriptures and teachings of a &lt;a href="http://lds.org/study/prophets-speak-today?lang=eng"&gt;modern day prophet&lt;/a&gt; that I can do it! Nick is incredibly good at gathering us for prayer and scripture study every night. How grateful I am to him for keeping us going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proverbs 22:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="highlight"&gt;Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; up a  child in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="highlight"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; he should go: and when he is old, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="highlight"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="highlight"&gt;depart&lt;/span&gt; from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-4740897780190889446?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4740897780190889446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=4740897780190889446&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4740897780190889446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4740897780190889446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2011/01/delusions-and-resolutions.html' title='delusions and resolutions'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TSQIfiB29II/AAAAAAAALVU/IQR7fTXyxfg/s72-c/IMG_1806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-3803192786925173822</id><published>2010-12-27T20:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:48:32.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and December is coming to a close....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can hardly believe that 2010 is coming to a close. It seems the older I get, not only am I sprouting jowls, gray hair and raisin wrinkles, but time is speeding up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week preceding Christmas wasn't going so well for me. Issues with bank, getting a speeding ticket for doing 8 over (stupid cop) and trying to find my typical holiday purchases in a new city proved a difficult few days for me. However, somehow I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note. We got to see the full lunar eclipse, a first for Cooper who stayed up to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TRlbFOwsWoI/AAAAAAAALUk/VO2b_NiJSww/s1600/eclipse3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TRlbFOwsWoI/AAAAAAAALUk/VO2b_NiJSww/s320/eclipse3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555571760758020738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to spend Christmas with my family from my mom's side, something we haven't been able to do in years. It was wonderful to see everyone again, to catch up and celebrate Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TRlb4sd2GqI/AAAAAAAALU0/myNShd4CRfA/s1600/IMG_4644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TRlb4sd2GqI/AAAAAAAALU0/myNShd4CRfA/s320/IMG_4644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555572644905360034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TRlb4aK3CzI/AAAAAAAALUs/jV8jgX-RKZ8/s1600/IMG_4604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TRlb4aK3CzI/AAAAAAAALUs/jV8jgX-RKZ8/s320/IMG_4604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555572639993891634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper performed "The First Noel" and "White Christmas" at his piano recital on Christmas Adam. He did very well and continues to surprise us with his talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve, my brother Dan and his family came up and we had a nice Prime Rib dinner. My mom was here as well and it was nice to just kick it with family. The six boy cousins together gets a little crazy, but they sure do have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day was enjoyed by all. It was stormy and rainy. We were very lazy and I sat back in contentment as the living room exploded. The house still isn't back to normal, but I think everyone understands how that goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel very blessed at the closing of this year. So much has gone down and we must give credit to our Heavenly Father. His hand is ever-apparent in our lives and we hope to fill the coming year with more consecrated lives, more thoughts of others and more thankfulness.&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/4135199774954711683-3803192786925173822?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/3803192786925173822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=3803192786925173822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/3803192786925173822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/3803192786925173822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-december-is-coming-to-close.html' title='and December is coming to a close....'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TRlbFOwsWoI/AAAAAAAALUk/VO2b_NiJSww/s72-c/eclipse3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-2987699606458415048</id><published>2010-12-11T22:17:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:56:45.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wailings of the flakey Christmas mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting here munching on &lt;a href="http://www.harryanddavid.com/gifts/store/item____shop-gifts-by-type_gourmet-popcorn-moose-munch-gifts_23228#Moose%20Munch:s=priceAsc:p=3"&gt;Moose Munch&lt;/a&gt;, I cant believethat it's been almost a month since my last post!  We really haven't done much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TQRc9QtnLrI/AAAAAAAALCk/QLRj4hHet_4/s1600/IMG_4055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TQRc9QtnLrI/AAAAAAAALCk/QLRj4hHet_4/s320/IMG_4055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549662848355348146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys are enjoying school. We had parent teacher conferences. It seems that Sean's aloofness is still an issue, however both boys are doing wonderful and getting high marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooper is still playing the piano, but I'm having some trouble getting him to practice lately. Hopefully he's ready for his recital in a few weeks! He's also LOVES scouts and is working hard on all his achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TQRfGF7YaZI/AAAAAAAALC0/dvjMrz_KMFI/s1600/IMG_4099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TQRfGF7YaZI/AAAAAAAALC0/dvjMrz_KMFI/s320/IMG_4099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549665199102388626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sean is still as curious as he can be. He informs me daily of the happenings at school. Here is an example of a recent conversation, SEAN: mom, I joined a club today.&lt;br /&gt;MOM: oh really, what kind of club?&lt;br /&gt;SEAN: the hippy club&lt;br /&gt;MOM: Wow, what does the "hippy club" do?&lt;br /&gt;SEAN: We play secret games, like "hippy tag." Its just regular tag, we just call it "hippy tag."&lt;br /&gt;MOM: Sound like fun.&lt;br /&gt;SEAN: Yeah, they made me the master of the club. So if I dont like someone, I cross their names off the hippy list. Since I'm the master I carry the hippy list.&lt;br /&gt;MOM: But you don't do that right? You let everyone join your club.&lt;br /&gt;SEAN: NO WAY!!! I only let the cool kids in!&lt;br /&gt;and so on..... You can see that we'll have our hands full with this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TQRfxa4po2I/AAAAAAAALC8/TisVAz_z_5I/s1600/IMG_4367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TQRfxa4po2I/AAAAAAAALC8/TisVAz_z_5I/s320/IMG_4367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549665943462454114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mason enjoys his time home alone with mom. He loves smoothies from Costco and having the Xbox to himself. Mason is still brimming with energy and attitude. I would love to get him into a swimming program or something. Here he is giving Santa some attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick is VERY happy that finals are over. He can now rest and try to kick the cold that he's had for 2 weeks now. He feels hammered by school and sickness. However, considering those two things, he did remarkably well in his classes and I'm VERY proud of him. He's worked hard! He's also been called to serve at church in a more demanding role. The early morning meetings are not his favorite thing, but he's doing it cheerfully and working hard to learn the ropes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am busy. And yet, not sooo busy. Busy putting up the tree, ginger-breading and baking endlessly for the season. Wrapping gifts and getting ready for Christmas and the New Year. Our house has termites in the foundation. (Can I just say there are some MAJOR benefits to renting?) But we LOVE our little house, we LOVE where we live and are just so very grateful for all that we have been blessed with this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TQRgMUYOf9I/AAAAAAAALDE/5KEU6CmaIHA/s1600/IMG_4587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TQRgMUYOf9I/AAAAAAAALDE/5KEU6CmaIHA/s400/IMG_4587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549666405572313042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to make a gingerbread house for a centerpiece for the ward Christmas party. &lt;a href="http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2008/10/evolution.html"&gt;I've only made one "real" gingerbread house and it wasn't a Christmas one and didn't turn out so well.&lt;/a&gt; This one turned out much better. I learned a lot about ginger-breading. I wont be making any gingerbread towns or anything soon, but at least now it's more doable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TQRhq4j_ETI/AAAAAAAALDU/o3dWCX_gZMk/s1600/IMG_4580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TQRhq4j_ETI/AAAAAAAALDU/o3dWCX_gZMk/s400/IMG_4580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549668030193013042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TQRhqaJvsII/AAAAAAAALDM/Dee1PrHFJ8c/s1600/IMG_4584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TQRhqaJvsII/AAAAAAAALDM/Dee1PrHFJ8c/s400/IMG_4584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549668022029889666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for now, my ramblings are complete. I'm looking forward to Christmas. I'm looking forward to the New Year. I'm looking forward to living my life a little more fully and with a little more direction pointed toward what matters most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I posted this last year, but I just LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXXwtFWpAI8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXXwtFWpAI8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/4135199774954711683-2987699606458415048?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/2987699606458415048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=2987699606458415048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/2987699606458415048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/2987699606458415048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2010/12/wailings-of-flakey-christmas-mom.html' title='wailings of the flakey Christmas mom'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TQRc9QtnLrI/AAAAAAAALCk/QLRj4hHet_4/s72-c/IMG_4055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-817327708759109923</id><published>2010-11-16T12:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T13:10:19.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I do November like this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TOLicYIpmmI/AAAAAAAAKu8/tGTixKgif9o/s1600/canning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TOLicYIpmmI/AAAAAAAAKu8/tGTixKgif9o/s320/canning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540239468762077794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;November is wearing a mask of early summer and bringing an unusual warmth. The kitchen floor is sticky with canning residue and I'm glad to say that I'm done with the apples!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I looked out the window and what did I see? No more apples staring at me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did applesauce, pie filling (apple and apple cranberry), apple butter, and fruit leather. Hopefully, by this time next year the stock will need replenishing because I'll have another slew of apples again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for Thanksgiving! Canning the leftover turkey meat and turkey barley soup that I make from the carcass has become a tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love canning. Originally, my desire to learn food preservation stemmed from a drive to be prepared. I want to know how to cook and preserve from the barest of essentials, in case there is ever a time of emergency. Not only am I trying to gather all the knowledge I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can, &lt;/span&gt;but I see the accumulation of supplies as an emergency preparedness investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I'm done justifying this last week! Kids are on half days this week because of Parent/Teacher conferences. Next week, they're out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL WEEK&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heaven help me?&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; How am I supposed to sew the boys' Christmas quilts with them home all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely ready to welcome in the Christmas season.  Although, I believe I will miss the white Christmases of Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-817327708759109923?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/817327708759109923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=817327708759109923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/817327708759109923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/817327708759109923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2010/11/can-i-do-november-like-this.html' title='Can I do November like this?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TOLicYIpmmI/AAAAAAAAKu8/tGTixKgif9o/s72-c/canning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-4775542738595285723</id><published>2010-11-11T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T13:28:48.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidepools @ HMB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TOLmLsQfLTI/AAAAAAAAKvE/l8fvGK6M2pg/s1600/Cooper%2Band%2BWynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TOLmLsQfLTI/AAAAAAAAKvE/l8fvGK6M2pg/s400/Cooper%2Band%2BWynn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540243580152393010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick's mother and brother's family came to visit us this month! We had so much fun! The boys loved playing with their cousins and seeing their grandma. Among lots of other outings, we took the kids one day after school to the tide pools in Half Moon Bay. They're HUGE! Other than stepping on a few too many living things and getting a little too cold, we saw some cool stuff; eels, seals, anemones, crabs, octopus, fish, etc, etc. Oh yeah, and Cooper and I got yelled at for getting too close to the seals. Whoops! We love living here. There is always something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TOLoTui8rlI/AAAAAAAAKvM/bLe48RiSJh4/s1600/seaweed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TOLoTui8rlI/AAAAAAAAKvM/bLe48RiSJh4/s320/seaweed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540245917228904018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TOLoUHBfrTI/AAAAAAAAKvU/XNy2ddjo5_Q/s1600/seal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TOLoUHBfrTI/AAAAAAAAKvU/XNy2ddjo5_Q/s320/seal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540245923799477554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TOLo6tW8dPI/AAAAAAAAKvc/atDOQlK1M4Q/s1600/IMG_3850beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TOLo6tW8dPI/AAAAAAAAKvc/atDOQlK1M4Q/s320/IMG_3850beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540246586925020402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4135199774954711683-4775542738595285723?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/4775542738595285723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=4775542738595285723&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4775542738595285723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/4775542738595285723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2010/11/tidepools-hmb.html' title='Tidepools @ HMB'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TOLmLsQfLTI/AAAAAAAAKvE/l8fvGK6M2pg/s72-c/Cooper%2Band%2BWynn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-5974442766487874423</id><published>2010-11-07T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T10:49:31.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Droid'/><title type='text'>Missiles and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TNbmqYn-qeI/AAAAAAAAKu4/IV4iSIk-044/Missiles%20and%20more_img_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TNbmqYn-qeI/AAAAAAAAKu4/IV4iSIk-044/Missiles%20and%20more_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer;" height="180px" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We headed up to marin county to the nike missile site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then we hit chinatown for some shopping and good food. So proud of myself for not buying anything, unless you count the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is my first blog attempt from my phone, so we'll see how it goes. This app will only let me add one photo! That may not cut it for this photo-happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135199774954711683-5974442766487874423?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/5974442766487874423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=5974442766487874423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5974442766487874423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/5974442766487874423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2010/11/missiles-and-more.html' title='Missiles and more'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TNbmqYn-qeI/AAAAAAAAKu4/IV4iSIk-044/s72-c/Missiles%20and%20more_img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-7263420076034255851</id><published>2010-10-26T18:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T19:05:24.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this family is eating healthier!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so this past week, i've resolved myself to cook healthier for the family. i thought i was doing fairly well at cooking with more whole grains, fresh fruit and veggies, less meat, sugar and complex carbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all was lost today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i passed a &lt;a href="http://www.krispykreme.com/home"&gt;Krispy Kreme&lt;/a&gt; donuts and remembered we'd seen burgers on TV that were made out of &lt;a href="http://www.krispykreme.com/home"&gt;Krispy Kremes&lt;/a&gt;. i think it was on &lt;a href="http://www.travelchannel.com/TV_Shows/Man_V_Food"&gt;Man vs. Food&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when Nick, the kids and I saw it on TV, I thought to myself, that doesn't look hard, i could totally do that! so i pulled into the drive-thru and bought a dozen donuts, came home and pulled some hamburger and bacon out of the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is our dinner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMd4Rhg90jI/AAAAAAAAKuE/tE_jlJisufo/s1600/IMG_3599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMd4Rhg90jI/AAAAAAAAKuE/tE_jlJisufo/s400/IMG_3599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532522909697692210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the verdict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was yummy!! and i'm not a burger person. the one we saw on TV had a fried egg. i&lt;br /&gt;skipped that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i need to go back to my healthy cooking tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, tomorrow afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we eat the rest of the Krispy Kremes for breakfast.&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/4135199774954711683-7263420076034255851?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7263420076034255851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=7263420076034255851&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/7263420076034255851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/7263420076034255851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-family-is-eating-healthier.html' title='this family is eating healthier!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMd4Rhg90jI/AAAAAAAAKuE/tE_jlJisufo/s72-c/IMG_3599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-1960191674197883853</id><published>2010-10-22T22:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:02:40.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>snails and puppy dog tails?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMJk67ufgcI/AAAAAAAAKtk/bleOdT0MZg8/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMJk67ufgcI/AAAAAAAAKtk/bleOdT0MZg8/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531094255992275394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a sea of boys, i sometimes wonder what my life has become. the pitter patter of little feet has gradually escalated to the rumble and crashing of three rapidly growing boys. ours lives are engulfed with scouts, video games, wrestling matches... as us, as parents, try to trickle in scripture study, family home evening and meaningful family time. sometimes it feels like the quiet messages we try to teach them, don't penetrate. sometimes the messages seem to get lost in fidgety, noisy, dirty boy-isms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMJkrLiapcI/AAAAAAAAKtU/K-UeCXkdKb4/s1600/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMJkrLiapcI/AAAAAAAAKtU/K-UeCXkdKb4/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531093985358685634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMJkrUotnmI/AAAAAAAAKtc/9dSFTnQcEoI/s1600/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMJkrUotnmI/AAAAAAAAKtc/9dSFTnQcEoI/s400/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531093987801013858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, they surprise us, with a maturity well beyond their years and we cant help but smile and cherish the moment because you blink and it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMJkqoaiWyI/AAAAAAAAKtM/GJos6mDOPKQ/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMJkqoaiWyI/AAAAAAAAKtM/GJos6mDOPKQ/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531093975930395426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while bored at home, the boys invent games complete with maps of where the enemies lie in wait and homemade paper shotguns. watching their minds work in such a tangible way makes me happy. memories are being made and young men of character are being formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMJk7Jwz0BI/AAAAAAAAKts/ZhsC5pF9sIQ/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMJk7Jwz0BI/AAAAAAAAKts/ZhsC5pF9sIQ/s400/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531094259760091154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMJk7hH_dNI/AAAAAAAAKt0/I4_ZQUF6Pdc/s1600/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMJk7hH_dNI/AAAAAAAAKt0/I4_ZQUF6Pdc/s400/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531094266031338706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now Cooper cries next to me because some kid hurt his feelings at scouts, i cave in and let him play my scribblenauts game. it breaks my heart to see them hurting. they haven't figured it out yet, but that's when mom is weak, she'll actually give in when they've been hurt. they act so tough, like they're already grown men. then the smallest thing will pierce the fierce exterior and expose the child.&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/4135199774954711683-1960191674197883853?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/1960191674197883853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=1960191674197883853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1960191674197883853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/1960191674197883853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2010/10/snails-and-puppy-dog-tails.html' title='snails and puppy dog tails?'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMJk67ufgcI/AAAAAAAAKtk/bleOdT0MZg8/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135199774954711683.post-7817905862431522348</id><published>2010-10-22T16:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T17:12:29.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not really blog worthy, but i just love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so. i really decided that i need to broaden my horizons of motherhood and homemaking. and my sewing skills are quite lacking. so last night i went to sewing club at church. and made this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMIRZaTiAwI/AAAAAAAAKs0/BbBewuSdia0/s1600/IMG_3503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMIRZaTiAwI/AAAAAAAAKs0/BbBewuSdia0/s320/IMG_3503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531002420620034818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMIRaEP1U0I/AAAAAAAAKs8/YrIo7yWN-QA/s1600/IMG_3505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMIRaEP1U0I/AAAAAAAAKs8/YrIo7yWN-QA/s320/IMG_3505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531002431878812482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda silly that i want to blog my new little reversible apron, but i just think it's so cute. makes me want to bake and be all domestic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it motivated me to plunge into the boys' Christmas quilts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that, the boys and i are making caramel apples rolled in toffee bits. yes all because of one little apron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMIaTdmkYrI/AAAAAAAAKtE/GF1eJPVDy4E/s1600/IMG_3511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMIaTdmkYrI/AAAAAAAAKtE/GF1eJPVDy4E/s400/IMG_3511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531012214030623410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love fall!!&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/4135199774954711683-7817905862431522348?l=emilygibbons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/feeds/7817905862431522348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135199774954711683&amp;postID=7817905862431522348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/7817905862431522348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135199774954711683/posts/default/7817905862431522348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilygibbons.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-not-really-blog-worthy-but-i-just.html' title='it&apos;s not really blog worthy, but i just love it'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09436219982745969156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/emilygibbons/AAAAJ8Pcbrc/AAAAAAAAAFA/mCK1fnpVeOI/emilygibbons.jpg?imgmax=48&amp;crop=1'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xn_gP0fdsB8/TMIRZaTiAwI/AAAAAAAAKs0/BbBewuSdia0/s72-c/IMG_3503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
