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Bear&quot;'/><category term='Redwood Forest'/><title type='text'>penseeandcreme</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-4418987848598880059</id><published>2010-06-20T18:32:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T19:02:46.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors in WA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>Camping 2010</title><content type='html'>These feet hiked 13 miles over 3 days while camping in Eastern Washington! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7HtiWBiDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/GiNSgW1n82c/s1600/IMG_2512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7HtiWBiDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/GiNSgW1n82c/s320/IMG_2512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485040981311064114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiking in Frenchman's Coulee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7HTpn47XI/AAAAAAAAAd4/g18cHpfuRG0/s1600/P1015728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7HTpn47XI/AAAAAAAAAd4/g18cHpfuRG0/s320/P1015728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485040536588447090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z and his classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7GTxwnlRI/AAAAAAAAAdw/nDMt_WNWu28/s1600/P1016232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7GTxwnlRI/AAAAAAAAAdw/nDMt_WNWu28/s320/P1016232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485039439260914962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z and some friends watching fish in the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7GTdM7myI/AAAAAAAAAdo/NygIX4jIVvs/s1600/P1016166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7GTdM7myI/AAAAAAAAAdo/NygIX4jIVvs/s320/P1016166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485039433742523170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the end of the line as we hiked through Dry Falls.  Yes, I had to wear a jacket in June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7FIGAPvoI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4Ujzy6Jzek0/s1600/IMG_2792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7FIGAPvoI/AAAAAAAAAdg/4Ujzy6Jzek0/s320/IMG_2792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485038139025112706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z enjoyed hiking up to the top of Steamboat Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7FHxbAYLI/AAAAAAAAAdY/c79j3Gnhvcs/s1600/IMG_2479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7FHxbAYLI/AAAAAAAAAdY/c79j3Gnhvcs/s320/IMG_2479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485038133500207282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z and I were listening as our guide (A fellow parent who is a scientist) describes how the huge Ice Age flood carved-out this area of Eastern Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7EQ9vH5TI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_WQtgYwPc0E/s1600/P1015764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7EQ9vH5TI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_WQtgYwPc0E/s320/P1015764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485037191913006386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hiked through this small area to view the carved-out area of Frenchman's Coulee.  (I am in the brown hat and blue t-shirt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7DFaaHQAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/OfHT_iU6FeE/s1600/P1015736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7DFaaHQAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/OfHT_iU6FeE/s320/P1015736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485035893939453954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view from inside the crevice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7DEqJxGQI/AAAAAAAAAdA/rylr1K3juL0/s1600/IMG_2458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7DEqJxGQI/AAAAAAAAAdA/rylr1K3juL0/s320/IMG_2458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485035880985991426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our campsite was located in Dry Falls State Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7CPlJbmWI/AAAAAAAAAc4/XeRCdHB2KGk/s1600/IMG_2465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7CPlJbmWI/AAAAAAAAAc4/XeRCdHB2KGk/s320/IMG_2465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485034969109338466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry Falls Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7CPKAqUVI/AAAAAAAAAcw/CosybnUFVuQ/s1600/IMG_2497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7CPKAqUVI/AAAAAAAAAcw/CosybnUFVuQ/s320/IMG_2497.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485034961824797010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to look back at there pictures and know we climbed all over these rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7Bi8C8y5I/AAAAAAAAAco/4Ge86J0EEWo/s1600/IMG_2446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7Bi8C8y5I/AAAAAAAAAco/4Ge86J0EEWo/s320/IMG_2446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485034202162056082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-4418987848598880059?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/4418987848598880059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=4418987848598880059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4418987848598880059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4418987848598880059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2010/06/camping-2010.html' title='Camping 2010'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/TB7HtiWBiDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/GiNSgW1n82c/s72-c/IMG_2512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-8617831577201229449</id><published>2010-03-13T16:30:00.029-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:30:16.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations 2010'/><title type='text'>Come Along On Our Trip To CO 2010</title><content type='html'>Stucco and I were going back and forth about taking a trip because airfare was so inexpensive.  I said, "Hawaii!"  But Stucco was more reasonable and suggested we take a trip to Colorado (since we hadn't visited since we moved away 3 and a half years ago.)  We had the best time ever!  It is amazing to have such good people in our lives.  The best reason to visit was Mersie's good news that she has been cancer-free for 4 years now!!  We all had a great time celebrating.  We went to Tonya, Chris, Mason and Lily's for a pizza party and Band Hero/Rock Band with everyone on Friday night.  Then on Saturday it was coffee in the morning with Mer and Darci at Peet's.  We visited Mark's beautiful grave together too.  On Saturday evening we had dinner at The Tyson's and poker night at Andy and Mer's with everyone.  Sunday was shopping for the girls and chillin' out for the boys.  Stucco and I made dinner for everyone on Sunday night and it was home to Seattle Monday.  All in all we couldn't really had a better trip.  Love to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mer and Andy)  Simply put, they are family to us.  It is difficult to be separated from them by so many miles.  Love you and miss you every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w-YO_qfNI/AAAAAAAAAcY/a_OZ5S6yxOk/s1600-h/IMG_1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w-YO_qfNI/AAAAAAAAAcY/a_OZ5S6yxOk/s320/IMG_1023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448298235274362066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A and Z enjoying the snow.  It snowed the entire time we were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w9Yahu9VI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0wu1p8z2hXw/s1600-h/IMG_1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w9Yahu9VI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0wu1p8z2hXw/s320/IMG_1423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448297138858423634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boyos  (O. and Pants's twins)  Accomplished musicians at such a young age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w84O2xS4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/QGvYpJt6X1A/s1600-h/IMG_1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w84O2xS4I/AAAAAAAAAcI/QGvYpJt6X1A/s320/IMG_1458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448296585969617794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Duck")  Stucco has known him for almost longer than he can remember.  I've had the privilege of knowing him over 20 years.  He lives in Denver, but hopefully he will decide to make his way to here and very soon call Seattle his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w7wzBH6FI/AAAAAAAAAcA/80DEMfxKba4/s1600-h/IMG_1475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w7wzBH6FI/AAAAAAAAAcA/80DEMfxKba4/s320/IMG_1475.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448295358726137938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me and Darci)  We were invited over to Darci and the girls's home for dinner on Saturday night before we played poker at Andy and Mer's.  It was our first visit since Mark passed away.  Their home is still so warm and inviting.  Mark's presence can still be felt in the love his family shows to all who enter.  We love you and miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w6hNTeOII/AAAAAAAAAb4/f00YMheLFfw/s1600-h/IMG_1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w6hNTeOII/AAAAAAAAAb4/f00YMheLFfw/s320/IMG_1494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448293991392884866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jenna Jenna Bo Benna"   (Darci and Mark's daughter) She's still the same sweetie pie we've known since she was a tiny baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w53x2CG5I/AAAAAAAAAbw/xBlv5dOWaY4/s1600-h/IMG_1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w53x2CG5I/AAAAAAAAAbw/xBlv5dOWaY4/s320/IMG_1488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448293279647013778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. and Cydney    (Darci and Mark's other daughter)  We love you Cyd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w5RQCRnYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lJeI-fEf4mE/s1600-h/IMG_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w5RQCRnYI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lJeI-fEf4mE/s320/IMG_1495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448292617736527234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A. and Pants)   This picture gives you the sense of how much Alia has grown since we left Colorado.  She was the same height as Pants when we left!  Don't let Nancy Pants's height fool you!  She may be small but she's mighty :)  Pants is probably the smartest woman I have ever met.  I truly admire her for many other reasons though, and miss her every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w4AjK7UcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/iKFnWMseJEc/s1600-h/IMG_1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w4AjK7UcI/AAAAAAAAAbg/iKFnWMseJEc/s320/IMG_1496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448291231303684546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tonya and Chris)    It was so great to see them after so long!  I've known Tonya for more than 14 years, and she has been one of my truest friends in every sense of the word.  Miss you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w3M8trOEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/2lGwv9JinnI/s1600-h/IMG_1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w3M8trOEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/2lGwv9JinnI/s320/IMG_1498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448290344807118914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O.)    At the poker table on Saturday night. This is the good man who shared his Guinness with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w2yvGLLSI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0j1KeOoUkm4/s1600-h/IMG_1504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w2yvGLLSI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0j1KeOoUkm4/s320/IMG_1504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448289894475181346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A got to visit with Catie (her best friend from grade school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w2Uc1rKhI/AAAAAAAAAbI/JBaOqwawQVs/s1600-h/IMG_1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w2Uc1rKhI/AAAAAAAAAbI/JBaOqwawQVs/s320/IMG_1513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448289374178060818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mersie and Me in our matching shirts and hats.  (We both adore tie-dyed shirts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w11nJXbiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/uU32UCAtmJI/s1600-h/IMG_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w11nJXbiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/uU32UCAtmJI/s320/IMG_1519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448288844369063458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our amazing girls (A and Marissa- Andy and Mer's daughter)  They wore their matching pajamas we had purchased on our shopping trip earlier in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w1S34mOLI/AAAAAAAAAa4/F2QyiXfyoTI/s1600-h/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w1S34mOLI/AAAAAAAAAa4/F2QyiXfyoTI/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448288247566710962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sweet godson Mason (Tonya and Chris's son)  He is still such a delight to be around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w04nWfg5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/gnuaruFmr8w/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w04nWfg5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/gnuaruFmr8w/s320/IMG_1532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448287796452098962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher   (Andy and Mer's oldest son)  He is one of the nicest, intelligent boys we know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5xQoWM33VI/AAAAAAAAAcg/yMlHa_DM1rI/s1600-h/IMG_1411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5xQoWM33VI/AAAAAAAAAcg/yMlHa_DM1rI/s320/IMG_1411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448318303296019794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful Charlie (Andy and Mer's son)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w0kbAB0jI/AAAAAAAAAao/y1unmQ-Npbw/s1600-h/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w0kbAB0jI/AAAAAAAAAao/y1unmQ-Npbw/s320/IMG_1526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448287449539269170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the adults played poker upstairs, our children played poker downstairs as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5wzz_3134I/AAAAAAAAAag/nGsM6noOGhA/s1600-h/IMG_1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5wzz_3134I/AAAAAAAAAag/nGsM6noOGhA/s320/IMG_1534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448286617623453570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Lily Marie    (Tonya and Chris's daughter)  She's even more adorable than she looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5wzXBtRf7I/AAAAAAAAAaY/lv-j1Hs6FzM/s1600-h/IMG_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5wzXBtRf7I/AAAAAAAAAaY/lv-j1Hs6FzM/s320/IMG_1539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448286119899791282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite pics that I took.  Mason and Z hugging goodbye. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5wy8anKEYI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2HCK8VZD9z8/s1600-h/IMG_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5wy8anKEYI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2HCK8VZD9z8/s320/IMG_1537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448285662728556930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by Pants and O's to say "hi" to Sam (one of our favorite dog friends) and Grace O'Malley (a favorite cat friend.) I tried to fit him in my purse, but alas, he was too big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5wyLsbHL0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/nci6HF1WOCM/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5wyLsbHL0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/nci6HF1WOCM/s320/IMG_1541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448284825696284482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left with mixed feelings.  We were so glad to be going home to Seattle, but we were already missing everyone in CO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5wxn5KZwEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/BK5ctKTaRNs/s1600-h/IMG_1555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5wxn5KZwEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/BK5ctKTaRNs/s320/IMG_1555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448284210640568386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun literally emerged from behind the clouds right before we boarded our plane to leave Colorado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5wwx60avXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/02UKW7GN0XM/s1600-h/IMG_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5wwx60avXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/02UKW7GN0XM/s320/IMG_1551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448283283372293490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a beautiful view of Mt. Baker right before we landed at home in Seattle.  If you look closely in the distance, you can see Mt. Rainier.  We flew over Mt. Baker and the Skagit Valley, then turned south towards Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5wwgJkSHwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qyg-QGWt_5Q/s1600-h/IMG_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5wwgJkSHwI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qyg-QGWt_5Q/s320/IMG_1564.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448282978093506306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-8617831577201229449?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/8617831577201229449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=8617831577201229449&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8617831577201229449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8617831577201229449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2010/03/come-along-on-our-trip-to-co-2010.html' title='Come Along On Our Trip To CO 2010'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S5w-YO_qfNI/AAAAAAAAAcY/a_OZ5S6yxOk/s72-c/IMG_1023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-2603649853893753040</id><published>2010-01-28T19:42:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:58:48.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle Viewing in the Skagit Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S2Jc6EEUqBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/bFCZ9QsHxcM/s1600-h/IMG_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S2Jc6EEUqBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/bFCZ9QsHxcM/s320/IMG_1242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432006253156280338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S2Jcr1blEBI/AAAAAAAAAZg/zKkmCrPXMYY/s1600-h/IMG_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S2Jcr1blEBI/AAAAAAAAAZg/zKkmCrPXMYY/s320/IMG_1243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432006008709124114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S2JcgD3P4fI/AAAAAAAAAZY/AcWvhOmxSVw/s1600-h/IMG_1237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S2JcgD3P4fI/AAAAAAAAAZY/AcWvhOmxSVw/s320/IMG_1237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432005806424842738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S2JcUM0ktwI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XJ00orzBfVw/s1600-h/IMG_1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S2JcUM0ktwI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XJ00orzBfVw/s320/IMG_1221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432005602671113986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S2JcHB4U0II/AAAAAAAAAZI/w2I1mOkOs84/s1600-h/IMG_1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S2JcHB4U0II/AAAAAAAAAZI/w2I1mOkOs84/s320/IMG_1200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432005376395759746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z and I just returned from hiking and "camping" in the Skagit River Valley of WA.  We saw some of the most beautiful countryside in our gorgeous state.  It is almost a rite of passage to view bald eagles here in January, and since Z's class is called the Eagle Clan at Pathfinder, it's only logical that they be part of this very special opportunity to view nature at its finest.  We saw a total of 10 bald eagles, including a pair who were "chattering" at each other.  Yesterday we hiked up hill on an old logging road, to see stunning scenery of the mountains surrounding the area (near Mt. Baker.) We went on a hike this morning along the Skagit River. It was amazing to spend this time with Z.  I'll never forget it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-2603649853893753040?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/2603649853893753040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=2603649853893753040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/2603649853893753040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/2603649853893753040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2010/01/eagle-viewing-in-skagit-valley.html' title='Eagle Viewing in the Skagit Valley'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/S2Jc6EEUqBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/bFCZ9QsHxcM/s72-c/IMG_1242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-5080530262973670051</id><published>2009-12-16T21:52:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:13:37.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new jeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stucco I&apos;m blogging'/><title type='text'>Workin' At It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SynHhTyx6kI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ihPncTfh4KI/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SynHhTyx6kI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ihPncTfh4KI/s320/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416079401952602690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've been heavy your whole adult life, it becomes very challenging to try to lose weight to avoid obesity related health issues.  I had some digestive problems in May and June of this year, and I was tired of looking and feeling heavy like I was, so I decided to make a few changes to see where they took me. I became a vegetarian and have followed a low-fat, low-sugar plan.  I dropped 12 lbs very quickly and it felt great!  Then the next week I only lost a pound.  I was just relieved I didn't gain!  I have slowly taken-off 58 lbs since June.  I look and feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are so kind when they comment!  They make sincere remarks about what a great job I am doing, and smile and nod when I say how difficult it is.  But they have no idea!  Skinny people can't begin to fathom how hard it is for a big person to lose weight.  To think about every morsel of food I put in my mouth is mentally exhausting.  The exercise is physically exhausting.  This has been the biggest personal challenge I've undertaken thus far in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a long way to go to my goal weight.  Just like addicts every where I take it "one day at a time."  I have this fear that I won't have the strength to keep it going, but then someone will say, "Wow!  You look great!"  Or I look at my children and think about what kind of example I want to set for them.  Then I smile and think to myself, "You can do it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-5080530262973670051?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/5080530262973670051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=5080530262973670051&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/5080530262973670051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/5080530262973670051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2009/12/workin-at-it.html' title='Workin&apos; At It'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SynHhTyx6kI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ihPncTfh4KI/s72-c/DSC_0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-5609762217780147413</id><published>2009-09-26T20:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:26:48.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='September'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>A Visit With Poppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7jf92UocI/AAAAAAAAAYU/8-KEjeO9fNw/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7jf92UocI/AAAAAAAAAYU/8-KEjeO9fNw/s320/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385992342699549122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a nice time having Poppy here in Seattle with us.  Thank you for making the day so wonderfully special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-5609762217780147413?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/5609762217780147413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=5609762217780147413&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/5609762217780147413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/5609762217780147413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2009/09/visit-with-poppy.html' title='A Visit With Poppy'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7jf92UocI/AAAAAAAAAYU/8-KEjeO9fNw/s72-c/DSC_0122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-5664018647057719506</id><published>2009-09-12T11:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:52:09.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>In my life, it's such a strange time for me right now.  I feel happy with my life, but also have a strange sense of deja vu.  My daughter is the same age I was when my mother took her life away. In a few days, I am going to be my mother's age when she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The air has the same crisp, cool breeze and startling harshness of the bright sun from that day, as we near the change of seasons.  This change in the weather has always thrown me for a loop.  Every year it trips my memory.  I do welcome the change to cool weather, but it recalls unpleasant times.  Just for a week or so, then I go on, and I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year the memories are lingering and giving me such a feeling of panic and foreboding.  I am smothering my children with kisses and hugs.  Relishing the time I have with them.  Feeling like it could end any moment from a car accident, kidnapping or other tragic world event.  I made Z. practice walking home from his new bus stop over and over again, so he wouldn't get lost.  I was making him crazy.  I wish I could just be a "cool, laid-back" kind of mom who lets her kids discover new freedoms gracefully.   Anxiety disorder and PTSD are a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the anniversary of 9/11, school starting for the kids, and A. and I being the same ages my mother and I were on that fateful day, have all come together to create these feelings of sadness, loss and anxiety.  They too shall pass.  The winter rain will be here soon to wash away the fall and drive away the crowds.  I look forward to beach combing on the empty beaches with my family in tow, looking for that perfect shell or rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fortunate to have such a wonderful, supportive, loving husband and friends to help me through these difficult times.  Thank you, thank you friends!  You know who you are.  Stucco, you are my world.  I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-5664018647057719506?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/5664018647057719506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=5664018647057719506&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/5664018647057719506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/5664018647057719506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2009/09/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-617034147263401597</id><published>2009-08-06T20:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:13:56.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concussion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot; A. Bear&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey bars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ER visit'/><title type='text'>Whoops!</title><content type='html'>We just returned from a trip to the ER with A.  She was babysitting for an adorable 5 year old, when she decided to go to the local park to play with her.  She attempted a maneuver that she used to do with ease (slipping down through two monkey bars with her whole body.)  She didn't squeeze through quite as gracefully as she used to, and smacked her head on one of the monkey bars.  She saw stars, felt nauseous and sleepy immediately.  Does she stop playing and go get help?  No!  She kept playing, finished babysitting and came home.  When I arrived home an hour later, she told me about the episode.  Being the anxiety ridden mother that I am, I drove her immediately to the ER. Two hours later, we were on our way home with a diagnosis of mild concussion with a small area in the back of her head that had to be glued shut.  I'll have to wake her a few times tonight, but aside from that I will rest easier knowing she's really okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-617034147263401597?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/617034147263401597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=617034147263401597&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/617034147263401597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/617034147263401597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2009/08/whoops.html' title='Whoops!'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-4598329981706670711</id><published>2009-07-12T11:59:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:47:21.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orcas swim team'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now I&apos;m a swim mom'/><title type='text'>A's First Swim Meet</title><content type='html'>It's been a very busy summer, so far.  A is on a swim team at our local rec center.  She gets up early, every morning, gets to the pool and practices with the team.  They had their first meet on July 10th.  She's had a lot of fun and it's a great workout.  I have an abundance of admiration for her and the whole team.  Go Orcas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egghead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Slo9Ajqm8II/AAAAAAAAAYI/-K7WZaiUvRA/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Slo9Ajqm8II/AAAAAAAAAYI/-K7WZaiUvRA/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357661786493874306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A up on the block, getting ready for her 200M medley relay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Slo7MHW9z1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/51U744-4FJk/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Slo7MHW9z1I/AAAAAAAAAYA/51U744-4FJk/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357659786030468946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southwest Orcas with Coach Mark and Coach Jensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Slo6NPG-KGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/rhvtfZrN9HQ/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Slo6NPG-KGI/AAAAAAAAAX4/rhvtfZrN9HQ/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357658705779107938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A's events that she swam.  (They all write them on their arms so they can remember!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Slo5Rqv1UeI/AAAAAAAAAXw/fdTzoxPt-WQ/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Slo5Rqv1UeI/AAAAAAAAAXw/fdTzoxPt-WQ/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357657682406101474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A in between events, catching her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Slo3beMocFI/AAAAAAAAAXo/PrpYJXX1e1o/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Slo3beMocFI/AAAAAAAAAXo/PrpYJXX1e1o/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357655651812667474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-4598329981706670711?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/4598329981706670711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=4598329981706670711&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4598329981706670711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4598329981706670711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-first-swim-meet.html' title='A&apos;s First Swim Meet'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Slo9Ajqm8II/AAAAAAAAAYI/-K7WZaiUvRA/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-6469220476781904575</id><published>2009-07-11T21:37:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:16:59.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oregon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun was had by all'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coast'/><title type='text'>Brookings 2009</title><content type='html'>Some of the rocks we happened upon during our evening beach walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SllwyCVPk3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/5s0dEwZuTEY/s1600-h/IMG_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SllwyCVPk3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/5s0dEwZuTEY/s320/IMG_0747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357437236655657842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My three favorite people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SllwQwATHcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/7MkbUAIx4NA/s1600-h/IMG_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SllwQwATHcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/7MkbUAIx4NA/s320/IMG_0761.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357436664800288194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A and me enjoying the beautiful Oregon sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sllvs_gQpfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/sI2xxCV4Wl4/s1600-h/IMG_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sllvs_gQpfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/sI2xxCV4Wl4/s320/IMG_0768.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357436050485585394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A and the newest member of her stuffed animal "family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sllu56V0hyI/AAAAAAAAAXI/chi5ar9S0LA/s1600-h/IMG_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sllu56V0hyI/AAAAAAAAAXI/chi5ar9S0LA/s320/IMG_0714.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357435172926293794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SlluQJRHUKI/AAAAAAAAAXA/I5LRP5FK3IY/s1600-h/IMG_0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SlluQJRHUKI/AAAAAAAAAXA/I5LRP5FK3IY/s320/IMG_0716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357434455378579618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and A walking into my favorite Fred Meyer Store to stock up on sparklers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SlltdLz5VMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/czjr3t6lC2w/s1600-h/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SlltdLz5VMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/czjr3t6lC2w/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357433579888006338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sllsz4dz4PI/AAAAAAAAAWw/vvDBds_GX_E/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sllsz4dz4PI/AAAAAAAAAWw/vvDBds_GX_E/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357432870320464114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty gulls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SllsLnZ3XvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/n-fbqizazyE/s1600-h/IMG_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SllsLnZ3XvI/AAAAAAAAAWo/n-fbqizazyE/s320/IMG_0715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357432178545745650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stucco enjoying the view from our balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SllrcOcsexI/AAAAAAAAAWg/W_VfGVB8nqk/s1600-h/DSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SllrcOcsexI/AAAAAAAAAWg/W_VfGVB8nqk/s320/DSC_0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357431364392876818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love to have fires on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SllqtrlXdZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/IJ-GWLVDpZ8/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SllqtrlXdZI/AAAAAAAAAWY/IJ-GWLVDpZ8/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357430564760024466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-6469220476781904575?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/6469220476781904575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=6469220476781904575&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/6469220476781904575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/6469220476781904575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2009/07/brookings-2009.html' title='Brookings 2009'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SllwyCVPk3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/5s0dEwZuTEY/s72-c/IMG_0747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-4234167704422068424</id><published>2009-06-06T16:09:00.019-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:15:21.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp is fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhausted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunscreen is your friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I missed showering'/><title type='text'>Camp Sealth on Vashon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SisGj_Ol_EI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kEHCXd2R1DA/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SisGj_Ol_EI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kEHCXd2R1DA/s320/IMG_0256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344372598143056962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, June 3rd, we boarded the ferry with 80 2nd and 3rd graders and 22 adult chaperones to head to Vashon Island for 3 days and 2 nights at Camp Sealth.  I had never before had the pleasure of staying at camp overnight as a kid.  Z. went to the same camp last year, and had a blast, so I came along this time to see what all of the fuss was about.  A. went to this same camp a few weeks before, and she was raving as well.  I had high hopes for fun, and I wasn't disappointed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a few valuable facts and  lessons along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  You can lick a banana slug to make your tongue tingle. (No, I didn't, but Z. did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Cedars swoop and hemlocks droop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Salmon berries are delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Stinging nettle doesn't really sting.  It numbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Harbor seals like to spy on campers (especially at meal times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Being a mom of a boy I had to stay in the cabin with nine 7, 8, &amp; 9 year old boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Boys are stinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I am not good at rowing a boat.  I make fine circles in rowboats though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Z. is a GREAT kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir9mY2_o8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/t4hN2GQN4yo/s1600-h/IMG_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir9mY2_o8I/AAAAAAAAAWA/t4hN2GQN4yo/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344362743778485186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from our cabin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SisFy0i-xjI/AAAAAAAAAWI/m2XpDL8yOic/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SisFy0i-xjI/AAAAAAAAAWI/m2XpDL8yOic/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344371753462187570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends and bunkmates M &amp; his mom M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir9H2tOJPI/AAAAAAAAAV4/I8D489uiDXM/s1600-h/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir9H2tOJPI/AAAAAAAAAV4/I8D489uiDXM/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344362219214611698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir8xRwZGAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qLSQGBpS33k/s1600-h/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir8xRwZGAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qLSQGBpS33k/s320/IMG_0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344361831338678274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z with his best friend M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir8U1UmrqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/dDzlMXkDGO0/s1600-h/IMG_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir8U1UmrqI/AAAAAAAAAVo/dDzlMXkDGO0/s320/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344361342669598370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z claimed the top bunk upon arrival at the Agate South cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir74OEMFII/AAAAAAAAAVg/lDbcDlRJgu8/s1600-h/IMG_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir74OEMFII/AAAAAAAAAVg/lDbcDlRJgu8/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344360851095426178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z (with his friend B) found this dead sea star at low tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir7cCjltqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/mZh-3reSCoc/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir7cCjltqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/mZh-3reSCoc/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344360366969566882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sunflower sea star exposed during low tide on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir7AB0h-HI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/snu3de9p75I/s1600-h/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir7AB0h-HI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/snu3de9p75I/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344359885735852146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A divine moment of learning in the outdoor classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir6bwZmNGI/AAAAAAAAAVI/m5cXu0gS_Og/s1600-h/IMG_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir6bwZmNGI/AAAAAAAAAVI/m5cXu0gS_Og/s320/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344359262584190050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z and his friend S playing on the beach before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir5wAoW9mI/AAAAAAAAAVA/l-y7KV0kmMM/s1600-h/IMG_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir5wAoW9mI/AAAAAAAAAVA/l-y7KV0kmMM/s320/IMG_0184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344358511026828898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z admiring a sunflower sea star at the touch tank during our marine life class with our instructor "Granola!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir5KkGA9yI/AAAAAAAAAU4/dBXsUVREaR4/s1600-h/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir5KkGA9yI/AAAAAAAAAU4/dBXsUVREaR4/s320/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344357867711428386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our study group found an octopus during our marine life class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir4ih3jjaI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TpC5Ti-qP08/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir4ih3jjaI/AAAAAAAAAUw/TpC5Ti-qP08/s320/IMG_0251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344357179919142306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funky tree located in the wetlands part of the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir3zeADBEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1mRbU3niKyo/s1600-h/IMG_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir3zeADBEI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1mRbU3niKyo/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344356371427165250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z and friends killing time before our ferry ride home in the back of our truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir3Y8w9QRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/IVHqoh3WjAI/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sir3Y8w9QRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/IVHqoh3WjAI/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344355915828904210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z waiting for the ferry to take us home to Seattle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-4234167704422068424?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/4234167704422068424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=4234167704422068424&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4234167704422068424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4234167704422068424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp-sealth-on-vashon_06.html' title='Camp Sealth on Vashon'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SisGj_Ol_EI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kEHCXd2R1DA/s72-c/IMG_0256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-1949814875701553552</id><published>2009-04-08T19:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:47:23.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So many thoughts, so little time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is very foreign to me.  I think it is so odd that you can see absolutely everyone's comments about everyone's comments.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming lessons for the kids are starting again tomorrow.  It makes me so proud to see how well they swim since I've never really been a good swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well, but it pains me to see so many children being raised with such a sense of entitlement.  The words "spoiled brat" come to mind many times throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hoping to get our passports in time for summer vacation so we can go to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had more money in savings.  This economy scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss so many people right now.  Know I am thinking of all of you, even though I can't seem to find the time to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent sunny weather is so refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to the coast of Washington to Ocean Shores.  The beach was scummy and cars are allowed to drive all over the shore.  It was so sad to see the beautiful shore desecrated like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to drive to La Push, WA soon.  I wonder if we'll run into Jacob?  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-1949814875701553552?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/1949814875701553552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=1949814875701553552&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/1949814875701553552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/1949814875701553552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-7853718446618301017</id><published>2009-02-22T11:54:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:01:30.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braceface</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SaGuXAJnLEI/AAAAAAAAAUA/reQPnMzIXmw/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SaGuXAJnLEI/AAAAAAAAAUA/reQPnMzIXmw/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305713546219695170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SaGuW2zWBvI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fo6Hk2zufO4/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SaGuW2zWBvI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fo6Hk2zufO4/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305713543710377714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another sign of impending teenhood.  A is a great sport about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-7853718446618301017?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/7853718446618301017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=7853718446618301017&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7853718446618301017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7853718446618301017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2009/02/braceface.html' title='Braceface'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SaGuXAJnLEI/AAAAAAAAAUA/reQPnMzIXmw/s72-c/DSC_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-4216819386999253751</id><published>2009-02-15T11:45:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:47:12.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SZhxvcSBFZI/AAAAAAAAATo/dzG1cZH6h2Q/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SZhxvcSBFZI/AAAAAAAAATo/dzG1cZH6h2Q/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303113621088310674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While making our way through Seattle's busy Saturday morning airport traffic, I spied the enormous line at the ticket counter. We were stopped by a Southwest agent.  "Who will be traveling today?"  "She will", I replied.  Looking at A, I could tell it was sinking in.  She would be taking her first trip by herself.  Instead of the ease of a trip with your parents, where they make all of the decisions about how to navigate through the cramped security lines, how much time you have before you are herded onto the airplane like cattle and where to sit, store your bags, etc., she would be the one deciding those things for herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are thousands of children around the world who travel like this every day.  I know that, but it is very different when it's your own child having that experience.  You question yourself as a parent.  Is it too soon for her to be flying on her own?  She had to find her way through the terminal at the other end by herself.  Was that too much responsibility to put on a 12 year old?  Yes, she's smart and mature for her age, but she has her father's sense of direction (lack of one.)  Sorry Stucco! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made it just fine.  I knew she would.  I'm thankful she did.  As I sigh with relief, a small part of me feels sadness.  Parenting, if you do your job correctly, is about letting your children have experiences, without you, that push them to the edge of their "comfort zone."  Fear of the unknown, and finding her own way through that crowd of strangers, seeing all the changes that have happened where she used to live, seeing old friends, sharing about her life now,  all of these things are for her.  They will make her memories.  She will share them with me when she comes home. In her own time.  In her own way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back on this, what will stand out in my mind will be the part where I noticed she was her holding her chin up as we walked into the airport.  Instead of playfully swinging her bag and twirling around on her toes, she was carefully reading the signs and watching the clocks.  She checked the departure board and found her gate number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-4216819386999253751?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/4216819386999253751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=4216819386999253751&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4216819386999253751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4216819386999253751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2009/02/while-making-our-way-through-seattles.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SZhxvcSBFZI/AAAAAAAAATo/dzG1cZH6h2Q/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-5336601577577349808</id><published>2008-12-14T13:12:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:31:17.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s damn cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the fire is so delightful'/><title type='text'>We'll Take What We Can Get</title><content type='html'>They love the snow.  It's in their blood (being born in CO and all.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SUV4mybfgDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-Lv6CmL9dvA/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SUV4mybfgDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-Lv6CmL9dvA/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279758745929220146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only got about 2 inches of snow, but that didn't stop them from breaking-out the sled and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SUV4JIvzRjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yz9EDtZZ6W8/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SUV4JIvzRjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yz9EDtZZ6W8/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279758236523906610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SUV3nkLg9-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/gPSIQYjHvcM/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SUV3nkLg9-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/gPSIQYjHvcM/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279757659772352482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SUV3NwGMgEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Nh0zLyOVmUw/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SUV3NwGMgEI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Nh0zLyOVmUw/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279757216294666306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-5336601577577349808?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/5336601577577349808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=5336601577577349808&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/5336601577577349808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/5336601577577349808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-take-what-we-can-get.html' title='We&apos;ll Take What We Can Get'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SUV4mybfgDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-Lv6CmL9dvA/s72-c/DSC_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-2631875033793660219</id><published>2008-12-14T12:56:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:06:45.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hi jax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stilt team'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;d so fall down'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SUV0SVWRX4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/qyAU4WxWlVM/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SUV0SVWRX4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/qyAU4WxWlVM/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279753996478799746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z. has found a fun new way to spend his time at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SUVzd14j2yI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DNxlIRkMnT8/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SUVzd14j2yI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DNxlIRkMnT8/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279753094679485218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He practices and performs on stilts called "Hi-Jax."  It is really fun to watch them all try to dance on them.  He is pretty good at it!  Go "Zoo"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-2631875033793660219?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/2631875033793660219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=2631875033793660219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/2631875033793660219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/2631875033793660219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2008/12/z.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SUV0SVWRX4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/qyAU4WxWlVM/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-1116687732596657411</id><published>2008-11-04T20:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:26:45.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SREgPmMfNII/AAAAAAAAAOY/zpi6tIGSBSs/s1600-h/original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SREgPmMfNII/AAAAAAAAAOY/zpi6tIGSBSs/s320/original.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265024891695871106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES WE DID!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-1116687732596657411?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/1116687732596657411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=1116687732596657411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/1116687732596657411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/1116687732596657411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SREgPmMfNII/AAAAAAAAAOY/zpi6tIGSBSs/s72-c/original.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-427866846772611331</id><published>2008-10-18T20:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:29:12.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SPqpd7m2LTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7FJ5J3ueiIo/s1600-h/DSCI0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SPqpd7m2LTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7FJ5J3ueiIo/s320/DSCI0197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258701846590401842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass,&lt;br /&gt;it's about learning to dance in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Author Unknown -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-427866846772611331?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/427866846772611331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=427866846772611331&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/427866846772611331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/427866846772611331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-isnt-about-waiting-for-storm-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SPqpd7m2LTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/7FJ5J3ueiIo/s72-c/DSCI0197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-6457125182146668343</id><published>2008-09-20T19:12:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:28:35.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='across the miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Loved Ones</title><content type='html'>Alia, Mikayla, Annika and Zac at my Dad and Margaret's house after a refreshing dip in their pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNW0kD-GPzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/G-wg8GlfOUU/s1600-h/DSCI0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNW0kD-GPzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/G-wg8GlfOUU/s320/DSCI0050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248299472404234034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the kids on Ma'am and Mr. B's front porch (one of the houses where I grew up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNW0QM_5zaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/eEuQq2RPwIc/s1600-h/DSCI0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNW0QM_5zaI/AAAAAAAAAOA/eEuQq2RPwIc/s320/DSCI0221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248299131230342562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the family gathered after the BBQ at Ma'am and Mr. B's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWz-s2g6dI/AAAAAAAAAN4/O7TPquY6cdw/s1600-h/DSCI0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWz-s2g6dI/AAAAAAAAAN4/O7TPquY6cdw/s320/DSCI0233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248298830543251922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Boerding (Kel's parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWzn-cBt-I/AAAAAAAAANw/m1kzEvmgChA/s1600-h/DSCI0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWzn-cBt-I/AAAAAAAAANw/m1kzEvmgChA/s320/DSCI0204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248298440127002594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew (Jeff and Lea's son)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWzXAX0GrI/AAAAAAAAANo/nHfRuTClCK0/s1600-h/DSCI0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWzXAX0GrI/AAAAAAAAANo/nHfRuTClCK0/s320/DSCI0192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248298148588427954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother John and sister-in-law Sheila, my niece Emma, and nephew Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWzCth3nMI/AAAAAAAAANg/H5oDTRl4tWY/s1600-h/DSCI0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWzCth3nMI/AAAAAAAAANg/H5oDTRl4tWY/s320/DSCI0213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248297799932943554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece Annika (Stacy and Scott's daughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWythaVw7I/AAAAAAAAANY/no0cVF1OgYs/s1600-h/DSCI0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWythaVw7I/AAAAAAAAANY/no0cVF1OgYs/s320/DSCI0198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248297435902886834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWycQhPQFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-aRIIeE4RFk/s1600-h/DSCI0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWycQhPQFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/-aRIIeE4RFk/s320/DSCI0147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248297139310641234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alia and Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWyI3oHkuI/AAAAAAAAANI/0TSzT2oVL48/s1600-h/DSCI0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWyI3oHkuI/AAAAAAAAANI/0TSzT2oVL48/s320/DSCI0155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248296806211097314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece Mikayla (Stacy and Scott's daughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWx4PYx0wI/AAAAAAAAANA/GQLs3vPFNEg/s1600-h/DSCI0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWx4PYx0wI/AAAAAAAAANA/GQLs3vPFNEg/s320/DSCI0046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248296520531432194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom's mother Grandma Faulstich with her grandchildren (me and John) and great-grandchildren (Alia, Zac, Emma and Jack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWxdrineBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/K12B-4lQqYA/s1600-h/DSCI0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWxdrineBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/K12B-4lQqYA/s320/DSCI0175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248296064232421394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and her beloved Ron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWxASke6cI/AAAAAAAAAMw/TbIV2Y2Yq04/s1600-h/DSC01658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWxASke6cI/AAAAAAAAAMw/TbIV2Y2Yq04/s320/DSC01658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248295559313156546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great-Grandma Guenther and Ga-Ga with the grandchildren &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWwvwubeYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BsVaO9kUv7E/s1600-h/DSCI0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWwvwubeYI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BsVaO9kUv7E/s320/DSCI0130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248295275350161794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my Ma'am (the woman who nurtured and loved me after my own Mother passed away, as well as many years before that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWwbZ9K4-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/8D1Zrzm_hJ4/s1600-h/DSCI0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWwbZ9K4-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/8D1Zrzm_hJ4/s320/DSCI0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248294925640590306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great-Grandma with Poppy (my Dad), Zac, and Alia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWwJQ9EWHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FTsteVMc_Ig/s1600-h/DSCI0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWwJQ9EWHI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FTsteVMc_Ig/s320/DSCI0049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248294613986596978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWvvOME4NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_ulIopem1Tg/s1600-h/DSC01664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWvvOME4NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_ulIopem1Tg/s320/DSC01664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248294166567641298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy and her husband Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWvXjng_BI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hAe4zk4Wn94/s1600-h/DSC01662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWvXjng_BI/AAAAAAAAAMI/hAe4zk4Wn94/s320/DSC01662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248293760003013650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great-Grandma Guenther and Baby Alice (Margaret's daughter Lyle and son-in-law Bill's baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWu5gayfLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dLTE8AcdVQY/s1600-h/DSCI0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNWu5gayfLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dLTE8AcdVQY/s320/DSCI0120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248293243748252850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really wonderful trip back to St. Louis in August.  We tried to make it back to visit Grandpa Guenther before he passed away, but alas, it wasn't meant to be.  We did get to spend time with the Grandmothers and many other members of our extended family.  Alia, Zac and I were spoiled by everyone.  Stacy and Scott put up with us as we took over their house with our suitcases, Red Hot Riplets, Imo's Pizza, White Castles etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we live many, many miles away, and it had been 4 years since we'd seen everyone, it was like it was yesterday.  We love you!  We miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-6457125182146668343?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/6457125182146668343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=6457125182146668343&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/6457125182146668343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/6457125182146668343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2008/09/loved-ones.html' title='Loved Ones'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SNW0kD-GPzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/G-wg8GlfOUU/s72-c/DSCI0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-3005483730800204486</id><published>2008-09-06T21:44:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:33:17.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extraordinary man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandpa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Poem Written By My Grandfather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SMNnDhJnXmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cW7jYS6L63w/s1600-h/Alia9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SMNnDhJnXmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cW7jYS6L63w/s320/Alia9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243147701325356642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                Beginnings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is gone, the future hasn't come,&lt;br /&gt;the present slips away: do we depend&lt;br /&gt;on nothing?  Nothing answers, for it is dumb&lt;br /&gt;and nothing has no beginning and no end.&lt;br /&gt;For the time has come when the suffering of the root&lt;br /&gt;becomes the root of suffering and the tree&lt;br /&gt;of wisdom, bare of its customary fruit,&lt;br /&gt;loses its image of abundancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the time has come when the reason for desire&lt;br /&gt;is tempered and the desire for reason&lt;br /&gt;explodes from ashes into continuous fire&lt;br /&gt;of light and heat against the severe season,&lt;br /&gt;and in the meditation of the flame,&lt;br /&gt;beyond the one sensation that it warms,&lt;br /&gt;we perceive the function of its dancing game&lt;br /&gt;and recognize the clarity of its forms;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the time has come when the change of light&lt;br /&gt;yields to the light of change, music of space&lt;br /&gt;played in the half dark of an elusive night&lt;br /&gt;of alternate despair and silent grace,&lt;br /&gt;seeming to drown the time when the rest of being&lt;br /&gt;ends and being at rest suddenly draws near,&lt;br /&gt;when the sight of birds vanishes and the bird of seeing&lt;br /&gt;flies away somewhere else, away from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:  Moving the Seasons by Charles Guenther&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-3005483730800204486?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/3005483730800204486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=3005483730800204486&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/3005483730800204486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/3005483730800204486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2008/09/poem-written-by-my-grandfather.html' title='A Poem Written By My Grandfather'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SMNnDhJnXmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cW7jYS6L63w/s72-c/Alia9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-5186949186031067198</id><published>2008-07-10T20:58:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:09:35.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHbqtvG5poI/AAAAAAAAALw/rOUfTPJd5sw/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHbqtvG5poI/AAAAAAAAALw/rOUfTPJd5sw/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221618889443092098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. and Stucco at the beach on the California/Oregon border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHbpLdoJFZI/AAAAAAAAALo/OUrEB20QJqA/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHbpLdoJFZI/AAAAAAAAALo/OUrEB20QJqA/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221617201123497362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z. swimming at the pool in Grant's Pass Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHbojuxa8fI/AAAAAAAAALg/v27iddX-riQ/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHbojuxa8fI/AAAAAAAAALg/v27iddX-riQ/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221616518531052018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A., Stucco and Z. somewhere in Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHblpdEF3sI/AAAAAAAAALY/2DfPHj-oAa8/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHblpdEF3sI/AAAAAAAAALY/2DfPHj-oAa8/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221613318321856194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. exploring the Smith River in California. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHbjuCnEmwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2KKQav6fhNg/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHbjuCnEmwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2KKQav6fhNg/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221611198096907010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Z.'s proud rock-skipping moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHbjeQLOweI/AAAAAAAAALI/CLkrFEN6TpA/s1600-h/DSC_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHbjeQLOweI/AAAAAAAAALI/CLkrFEN6TpA/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221610926860321250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset at Cannon Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHbjOLhawJI/AAAAAAAAALA/vLPyuXcv7Ls/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHbjOLhawJI/AAAAAAAAALA/vLPyuXcv7Ls/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221610650733297810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our view of Haystack Rock from our balcony at the Hallmark Resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHba_I3PPGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Ysyu9AsNixw/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHba_I3PPGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Ysyu9AsNixw/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221601596228451426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Central Oregon Coast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-5186949186031067198?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/5186949186031067198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=5186949186031067198&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/5186949186031067198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/5186949186031067198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation-photos.html' title='Vacation Photos'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SHbqtvG5poI/AAAAAAAAALw/rOUfTPJd5sw/s72-c/DSC_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-8977011980333849481</id><published>2008-06-29T15:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T15:48:58.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redwood Forest'/><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SGgRCjzKWcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lghUGZ84wLI/s1600-h/DSC_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SGgRCjzKWcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lghUGZ84wLI/s400/DSC_0119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217438903975958978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-8977011980333849481?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/8977011980333849481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=8977011980333849481&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8977011980333849481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8977011980333849481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2008/06/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SGgRCjzKWcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lghUGZ84wLI/s72-c/DSC_0119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-4075571253166422951</id><published>2008-06-25T22:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:42:31.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SGMph3EzLMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/x3QMHPcuiU4/s1600-h/00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SGMph3EzLMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/x3QMHPcuiU4/s320/00030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216058455121669314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday this precious girl lost her father to his battle with prostate cancer.  Please send your thoughts, prayers and positive energy to his family.  Darci, Cydney (11), and Jenna (8, pictured) all have to adjust to life without Mark.  He was a wonderful father, friend and just all around one of "the good ones."  We have known this family for 11 years and they have become so important in our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew when we were pulling away from their house, on our way home to pack the truck to move to Seattle, that it was probably the last time we would see Mark.  He had already been diagnosed and given the terrible news that it was an "aggressive, incurable" form of cancer. He fought long and hard to win his battle. &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            I can still see his smiling face waving goodbye to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, dear Mark.  You are loved and missed by all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-4075571253166422951?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/4075571253166422951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=4075571253166422951&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4075571253166422951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4075571253166422951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2008/06/loss.html' title='Loss'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SGMph3EzLMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/x3QMHPcuiU4/s72-c/00030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-8938912095247773563</id><published>2008-06-02T20:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:54:20.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prongs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio shows from LA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up for a challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wasn&apos;t even there'/><title type='text'>Deer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SES_YsaHCUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z1NuX5SRSpw/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SES_YsaHCUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z1NuX5SRSpw/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207497500105574722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I totaled my friend's car when I hit a deer along a very dark stretch of Missouri highway.  I am glad the deer's prongs didn't smash into the windshield.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-8938912095247773563?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/8938912095247773563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=8938912095247773563&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8938912095247773563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8938912095247773563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2008/06/deer.html' title='Deer'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SES_YsaHCUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Z1NuX5SRSpw/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-2383274526264677853</id><published>2008-04-27T20:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:45:59.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brotherly love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangin&apos; out together'/><title type='text'>Across the Miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SBVG6SweskI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Zq1tPBJAfg0/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SBVG6SweskI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Zq1tPBJAfg0/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194135712523268674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great big shout-out to my brother who traveled many miles to come say "hi" to us!  (Oh, and he had to work while he was here, but we had a great time seeing him.)  I just didn't realize how much I missed him until I got to see him again.  Love you!  I hope I don't have to wait another 3 years before we see you again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-2383274526264677853?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/2383274526264677853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=2383274526264677853&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/2383274526264677853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/2383274526264677853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2008/04/across-miles.html' title='Across the Miles'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/SBVG6SweskI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Zq1tPBJAfg0/s72-c/IMG_0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-2339697264809511948</id><published>2008-03-01T12:14:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:30:41.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Overnight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time to walk'/><title type='text'>Out of the Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R8m5aP_3aaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I5lq0S10-1U/s1600-h/Sarah-n-Mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R8m5aP_3aaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I5lq0S10-1U/s320/Sarah-n-Mommy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172869507633867170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be lacing up my old tennies and training to walk the 20 miles for this very worthwhile cause.  It is near and dear to my heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theovernight.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=extranet.personalpage&amp;confirmid=10010689"&gt;Here's the link to my page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-2339697264809511948?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/2339697264809511948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=2339697264809511948&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/2339697264809511948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/2339697264809511948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2008/03/out-of-darkness.html' title='Out of the Darkness'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R8m5aP_3aaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I5lq0S10-1U/s72-c/Sarah-n-Mommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-3121545839158306105</id><published>2008-02-09T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:50:56.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='another Mama for Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yes we can'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope for the future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Because Shirtless Men Are Worth My Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R65_JUOf7ZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xWrnj7CZxFQ/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R65_JUOf7ZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xWrnj7CZxFQ/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165205620665609618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent an hour of precious time at my local caucus today.  It was a fascinating process.  Our precinct voted to send 3 delegates for Obama and 1 for Clinton.  While there are members of the "Party That Must Not Be Named" living and voting in this state, it is refreshing to be a part of the majority this time around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-3121545839158306105?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/3121545839158306105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=3121545839158306105&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/3121545839158306105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/3121545839158306105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2008/02/because-shirtless-men-are-worth-my-time.html' title='Because Shirtless Men Are Worth My Time'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R65_JUOf7ZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/xWrnj7CZxFQ/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-8144135977334070926</id><published>2008-01-12T23:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T23:40:50.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winthrop Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R4m7p1SJtKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PjZFkQxathU/s1600-h/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R4m7p1SJtKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PjZFkQxathU/s320/DSC_0153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154857575854486690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R4m6_1SJtJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-QdgmPHMcg4/s1600-h/DSC_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R4m6_1SJtJI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-QdgmPHMcg4/s320/DSC_0110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154856854299980946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R4m6rlSJtII/AAAAAAAAAJw/1Q9oIf35F1w/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R4m6rlSJtII/AAAAAAAAAJw/1Q9oIf35F1w/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154856506407629954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R4m6alSJtHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/t1kUzPGMejo/s1600-h/DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R4m6alSJtHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/t1kUzPGMejo/s320/DSC_0101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154856214349853810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R4m6FFSJtGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RyvjFf1A2eI/s1600-h/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R4m6FFSJtGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RyvjFf1A2eI/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154855844982666338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R4m54lSJtFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9Csq48I4ZJ8/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R4m54lSJtFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9Csq48I4ZJ8/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154855630234301522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R4m5lFSJtEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q6-7fzlQ4Q0/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R4m5lFSJtEI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q6-7fzlQ4Q0/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154855295226852418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great time up in the mountains with Dad and M.  I got to experience the fun of snowshoeing. The great thing about snowshoeing is that you get to experience the breathtaking views of the mountains and valleys without having to possess any special skills.  I am frightfully uncoordinated, so skiing is right out for me. I was fortunate to have Dad and M. breaking the trail for me.  If it was up to me to trudge first through the fresh foot of powder, I would have collapsed in a heap!  A. and Z. loved the sledding hill.  They had their first ski lesson as well. Z. wanted to go skiing on "the big trail" right after his 3 hour lesson ended.  We will have to go up again and spend a little more time.  I have an image, in my mind, of the snow sparkling in the sunlight.  It was absolutely beautiful!  If you ever get the chance, spend some time near the Methow Valley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-8144135977334070926?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/8144135977334070926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=8144135977334070926&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8144135977334070926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8144135977334070926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2008/01/winthrop-wonderland.html' title='Winthrop Wonderland'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R4m7p1SJtKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PjZFkQxathU/s72-c/DSC_0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-8723344348927492705</id><published>2007-12-09T16:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T17:47:18.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R1yPcPER3OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/B5YHpwJaDGY/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R1yPcPER3OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/B5YHpwJaDGY/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142142589793852642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rough several weeks.  While there have been many good times (swimming, school activities, preparing for the holidays etc.) we all have been hit hard this fall with colds and flu.  I suppose it is due to the moisture and adjusting to the climate, as well as being inundated with new germs at school and work. We hope everyone has fun this holiday season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-8723344348927492705?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/8723344348927492705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=8723344348927492705&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8723344348927492705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8723344348927492705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-cheer.html' title='Christmas Cheer'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/R1yPcPER3OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/B5YHpwJaDGY/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-8611478292161801992</id><published>2007-11-12T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T19:37:36.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RzkbgzY4HsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fkztVQd0PgI/s1600-h/7vLYbTm56IcF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RzkbgzY4HsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fkztVQd0PgI/s320/7vLYbTm56IcF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132163500729704130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-8611478292161801992?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/8611478292161801992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=8611478292161801992&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8611478292161801992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8611478292161801992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RzkbgzY4HsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/fkztVQd0PgI/s72-c/7vLYbTm56IcF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-8633073825954448592</id><published>2007-10-31T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:58:59.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ryik-FihKxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hVtpedzuvaI/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ryik-FihKxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hVtpedzuvaI/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127529562307111698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-8633073825954448592?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/8633073825954448592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=8633073825954448592&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8633073825954448592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8633073825954448592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ryik-FihKxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hVtpedzuvaI/s72-c/DSC_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-7847544578270227750</id><published>2007-10-15T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:23:03.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love the environment you&apos;re in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Enjoying the Outdoors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RxQ54PlqcTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cFN0xdCOBco/s1600-h/DSC01413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RxQ54PlqcTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cFN0xdCOBco/s320/DSC01413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121782314647056690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Stucco was away this past weekend, Z. and A. and I decided to make our way to one of our favorite parks on the water.  The air was fresh and full of the last bit of fog being burned away by the sun.  It is a wonderful thing, once again, to be surrounded by maples, sycamores, oaks etc.  Their brilliant colors surround us this autumn.  One of my favorite smells I remember from childhood is all around me.  The smell of freshly fallen leaves that have been dampened by the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-7847544578270227750?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/7847544578270227750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=7847544578270227750&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7847544578270227750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7847544578270227750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/10/enjoying-outdoors.html' title='Enjoying the Outdoors'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RxQ54PlqcTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cFN0xdCOBco/s72-c/DSC01413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-8265460733337192432</id><published>2007-10-10T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:46:58.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vomiting is the worst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crappy bosses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help a sister out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy Daisy'/><title type='text'>I Need Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Rw2OCDxbM5I/AAAAAAAAAII/jo7f3CbPIH8/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Rw2OCDxbM5I/AAAAAAAAAII/jo7f3CbPIH8/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119904517413614482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I work with a gal who is extremely rude and insensitive.  She is the "Program Coordinator" for our area and works with all of the staff, balancing vacation days, sick days, and staffing the rooms that are without a teacher.  I realize her job is difficult and she deals with whiners and wimps who call in sick at the drop of a hat, but I am not one of those people.  I am always at work.  I rarely call in sick.  I am a nice person who focuses on doing my job and giving my best every day.   I was sick this past weekend with a stomach virus, and told by the nursing supervisor I could not come to work Monday despite feeling well.  (They have to have the strictest of rules about viruses as we work with the vulnerable population of elderly adults.)  So now I'm on the PC"s black list. I called her at home (her policy) to tell her I wouldn't be at work Mon.  She was rude on the phone to me, even as I pointed out that it wasn't my choice to stay home. I really think she shouldn't be in a position where she works with people (since she seems to dislike people so much.)  What is the best way to deal with her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-8265460733337192432?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/8265460733337192432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=8265460733337192432&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8265460733337192432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8265460733337192432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-need-advice.html' title='I Need Advice'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Rw2OCDxbM5I/AAAAAAAAAII/jo7f3CbPIH8/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-7213518954556843388</id><published>2007-09-16T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T14:15:00.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dungeness Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ru2U8vBAsQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IwvRFjJKCKI/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ru2U8vBAsQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IwvRFjJKCKI/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110904923269148930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've lived in this great city for almost a year now and one of our favorite things to do is to look at the map of the surrounding area and find places to explore.  I recently found a funny spit of land to the north, right on the Strait of Juan de Fuca.  I pointed it out, found a route on the map and we decided to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ru2UVvBAsPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QE05fVk2fBA/s1600-h/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ru2UVvBAsPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QE05fVk2fBA/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110904253254250738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to the trailhead and walked the path down to the spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ru2cp_BAsUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UwHADWnJgk4/s1600-h/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ru2cp_BAsUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UwHADWnJgk4/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110913397239624002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the area was breathtaking.  The sound of the crashing waves, the smell of the cedar trees and being with the the people who mean the most to me.  It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ru2Xd_BAsSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-zft6Xfq3SI/s1600-h/DSC_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ru2Xd_BAsSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-zft6Xfq3SI/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110907693523054882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will go back to hike the 5 miles to the lighthouse at the end of the spit.  Someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-7213518954556843388?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/7213518954556843388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=7213518954556843388&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7213518954556843388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7213518954556843388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/09/dungeness-bay.html' title='Dungeness Bay'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ru2U8vBAsQI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IwvRFjJKCKI/s72-c/DSC_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-6284861665800216942</id><published>2007-08-25T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:35:59.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high cost of health care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quit your bitchin&apos;'/><title type='text'>So Many Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I want to start this post by apologizing to so many of my friends/family.  After reading this post, you may have a better idea of why I never get to call/email/write anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a million and one thoughts buzzing about in my head at any given time, these days.  I think some of it has to do with the fact that we picked-up and moved over 1300 miles from all that was familiar and our "safety net" of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that is bothering me is that our children are "latch-key kids."  My brother and I were, as well, and I know many children are today. Somehow, when I tell people that our children stay home, they press their lips together and shake their heads.  It seems to have become socially unacceptable to leave your children at home.                                                                                                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd much rather be home with my children, caring for them but I HAD to go back to work.  Our children and I were among the millions of Americans without health insurance for the past 9 months.  It was cost-prohibitive for us to join Stucco's insurance policy offered by his employer.  I now have a job I love, with great benefits, but I feel like I am never home.  I am hoping the guilt I have will subside (or lessen) when A. and Z. return to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that in this country we have crappy health care and such expensive insurance that covers jack shit?  We definitely could do a lot better, but the pharmaceutical companies will see to it that prices rise and people get less for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of listening to so many people bitch about how life, for them, "totally sucks."  Life is what you make it.  They obviously haven't been putting forth an effort to make it good.  I ask them, "What have you done to be happy?"  There are so many people whose lives are touched with difficulties who don't take life for granted.  I guess what I am saying is don't tell me life sucks when there are people suffering with cancer, women in India getting acid thrown on them, babies being abused and soldiers (and citizens) dying in Iraq and Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. is starting middle school in a few days.  This fact makes me feel like our "baby girl" is growing up too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z. is starting yet another new school and has been so nervous he wants to stay up all night.  It will be hell to get him back on schedule.  He is such a sweet guy.  I know he will like his new school.  It's an alternative school with a Native American emphasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming classes for A. and Z. are still going strong.  A. has moved to the advanced level and will start learning different strokes and dives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to finish school but haven't figured-out how to make time and money for that endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We witnessed a miracle 2 nights ago.  The kids and I were walking Wylie, Sal and Daisy when a cat happened to cross our path.  Daisy managed to wrench herself out of her collar and chase after the cat.  She was hit by a car and survived with only a few scratches.  I don't know how, but she did.  It was a horrible thing to witness.  If you want a "durable" dog, a lab is your best bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  A sample of just a few thoughts occupying my mind. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-6284861665800216942?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/6284861665800216942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=6284861665800216942&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/6284861665800216942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/6284861665800216942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-many-thoughts.html' title='So Many Thoughts...'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-5650224931339193687</id><published>2007-08-18T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T11:28:54.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short meme'/><title type='text'>Meme from Cheesy</title><content type='html'>1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of their middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog post containing your own middle name game facts.&lt;br /&gt;4. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L...Love children so much that I chose, once again, to work in childcare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y...You'd think, being as liberal as I am, I'd be 100 percent against the death penalty.  I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N...Nothing matters to me more than the happiness of the 3 people and 3 dogs I live with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N...Need to sink my feet into warm, soft sand on the Oregon coast, once in awhile, to feel at peace and that all is right in my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a blogger middle name.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna tag anyone, but you can blog it if you like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-5650224931339193687?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/5650224931339193687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=5650224931339193687&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/5650224931339193687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/5650224931339193687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/08/meme-from-cheesy.html' title='Meme from Cheesy'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-6208749257608501013</id><published>2007-08-08T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:29:05.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot weddings in August'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he puts up with my dorkiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love you more'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walrus'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RrqWi6luphI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VB6-S7ER5iI/s1600-h/IMG_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RrqWi6luphI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VB6-S7ER5iI/s320/IMG_0323.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096551454910359058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 15th Anniversary to my forever friend.  You are simply the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-6208749257608501013?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/6208749257608501013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=6208749257608501013&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/6208749257608501013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/6208749257608501013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-15th-anniversary-to-my-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RrqWi6luphI/AAAAAAAAAHI/VB6-S7ER5iI/s72-c/IMG_0323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-2969123753418051866</id><published>2007-07-21T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:03:03.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RqLHNalupgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/b1KYwFYWRWQ/s1600-h/alia13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RqLHNalupgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/b1KYwFYWRWQ/s320/alia13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089849562171876866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven years ago today, I experienced the happiest moment of my life.  At 8:09 pm I became a momma, for the first time.  My life was forever changed for the better.  When I held A. in my arms, I was overcome with joy.  I looked into her face and was absolutely certain that I was being rewarded with life's most precious gift.  To this day, I do not pretend to know what I may have done to deserve her.  She is the epitome of goodness and love.  Happy birthday A.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-2969123753418051866?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/2969123753418051866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=2969123753418051866&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/2969123753418051866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/2969123753418051866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/07/happiest-moment.html' title='The Happiest Moment...'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RqLHNalupgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/b1KYwFYWRWQ/s72-c/alia13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-8282114940203801199</id><published>2007-07-21T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T19:42:24.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In J.K.'s World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RqLDD6lupfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JV_QvR3HQoI/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RqLDD6lupfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JV_QvR3HQoI/s320/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089845000916608498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on page 235.  Barely into the book, and it is definitely an exciting, wonderful adventure.  I am savoring every page like a fine bottle of red.  Stucco is a good sport to put up with all the hype, and me barely acknowledging his presence while I read.  More updates as I finish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-8282114940203801199?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/8282114940203801199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=8282114940203801199&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8282114940203801199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8282114940203801199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-jks-world.html' title='In J.K.&apos;s World'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RqLDD6lupfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JV_QvR3HQoI/s72-c/images-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-7473685419301300284</id><published>2007-07-17T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T18:21:33.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Volcano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-7473685419301300284?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/7473685419301300284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=7473685419301300284&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7473685419301300284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7473685419301300284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/07/volcano.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-7001432381451235527</id><published>2007-07-08T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:07:15.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Weird Things About Me...</title><content type='html'>1.  I can't stand being in total silence because I have such horrible ringing in my ears.  I have to have white noise in the backround.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  When I Stucco is out of town, I keep one of his shirts with me in bed so I can "smell him" when he's gone.  (Two days after my Mom died, I sat in her closet with her clothes for hours so I could "smell her.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I absolutely cannot function without enormous amounts of coffee every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have never abused any type of drug or smoked cigarettes but I am okay with everyone else doing it, if they choose to wander that path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I used to avoid being in any water with a depth over my head.  Since I have been on an anti-anxiety drug, I can swim in deep water with no fear whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I have piercings located in an area that would surprise a lot of people who know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I can spend hours reading about weather on weather.com.  I am fascinated by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I've always wanted to be an airline pilot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-7001432381451235527?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/7001432381451235527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=7001432381451235527&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7001432381451235527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7001432381451235527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/07/8-weird-things-about-me.html' title='8 Weird Things About Me...'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-6143661087387035097</id><published>2007-06-30T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:37:21.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies are delicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='need a nap now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to self- need to exercise more'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><title type='text'>Dog Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RocbrDTOTDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YhlOJdeKHig/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RocbrDTOTDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YhlOJdeKHig/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082061130945154098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was a gorgeous day here in the Seattle area!  I was lucky enough to spend a good part of the day with &lt;a href="http://menosblog.blogspot.com/"&gt; Meno&lt;/a&gt;.  She drove us to a beautiful area to the east that I haven't had the chance to explore before.  We went for a hike.  Now, I am not talking a gentle stroll around a park.  It was a real, honest-to-god hike in a woodsy area complete with lush greenery, trees and a view that takes your breath away.  Speaking of taking my breath away, I am in such sorry shape these days.  I was winded for a good portion of the time.  I need to work my way up to this trail, as I want to return, and make it to the lake.  Meno is in top condition and strode uphill easily.  I will aspire to her level, though it may take me years to get there!  It was so good to spend time outdoors, getting to know Meno better.  She has a great sense of humor (if you haven't read her blog you need to check it out.)  We ended the hike by getting a cookie.  What a perfect morning it was!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-6143661087387035097?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/6143661087387035097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=6143661087387035097&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/6143661087387035097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/6143661087387035097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/06/dog-tired.html' title='Dog Tired'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RocbrDTOTDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YhlOJdeKHig/s72-c/DSC_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-5180522540549027417</id><published>2007-06-17T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T21:49:02.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nooners are fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s a &quot;woody&quot; Mom?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stucco may need a hearing aid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cowboys'/><title type='text'>I Like Cowboys in the Shower</title><content type='html'>Stucco had the day off on Friday, and the wee ones were in school.  This meant we had a whole hour of child-free time during my lunch hour.  So without going into details, we had some "alone time" together, and I went back to work with a big smile on my face.  Later that evening, we were driving with Z. in the truck, discussing our favorite time of the day.  Under my breath, I said my favorite time had been earlier in the shower.  What Stucco heard was, "I like cowboys in the shower."  He said, "What?" "You want a cowboy in the shower?"  I laughed out loud and said, "Yes!"  Z. laughed too and said, "What Mom, like Woody?  (A cowboy character from the Disney movie "Toy Story.")  I laughed harder and said, "Exactly!"  Of course Z. didn't know what we were talking about, but it was just such a funny conversation.  I am going to find a small Woody figurine and put him in our shower someday.  It won't be as exciting as a "real cowboy" but funny nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-5180522540549027417?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/5180522540549027417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=5180522540549027417&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/5180522540549027417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/5180522540549027417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-like-cowboys-in-shower.html' title='I Like Cowboys in the Shower'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-7758064594703530748</id><published>2007-06-11T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:51:58.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='are all men this clueless when it comes to cleanliness?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doo-doo'/><title type='text'>What Would You Do?</title><content type='html'>So I rushed downstairs in my usual frantic, morning pace when I decided I needed to wash some beautiful red grapes for A. and Z. to pack in their lunches.  I tossed the grapes in the colander which was sitting in the kitchen sink.  I washed them thoroughly with the sprayer, and set them to dry on the counter while I made my coffee.  Now, Stucco is in the living room, and a few minutes after the kids had packed their lunches he pipes-up and says, "I washed the dog shit off my shoes yesterday."  "Come over here and see if you can still smell it."  At this point, I am just horribly offended that he wants me to determine if his shoes are indeed shit-free.  Then, knowing Stucco as well as I do, it occurs to me to ask WHERE he decided to wash his shoes off yesterday.  Yes, folks, "in the kitchen sink" was his reply.  I asked (silly me) if it had crossed his mind to disinfect the sink after he washed his shoes off.  "Well, no." he says.  I calmly asked him if, in the future, would he please use the bleach to clean the sink immediately after he washes his shoes or would he, FOR GOD"S SAKE, wash them outside with the hose?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-7758064594703530748?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/7758064594703530748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=7758064594703530748&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7758064594703530748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7758064594703530748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-would-you-do.html' title='What Would You Do?'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-681810538120897114</id><published>2007-05-26T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T13:19:46.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise disguised as fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle school already?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go check out Earth Mama and say hi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was one of those mornings where I woke up, opened the window and giddily said to myself,"Oh my God!  I actually live here!"  It is another beautiful, sunny day here in Seattle.  I asked A. and Z. to get dressed to go for a walk with me.  They happily obliged.  A. asked, since we were walking the mile and a half to her new middle school, if we could invite &lt;a href="http://earthmamabeyond.blogspot.com/"&gt;Earthmama's&lt;/a&gt; daughter.  She wanted to go, and Earthmama decided to come too.  Though the walk was a little longer than we are used to, it went by quickly.  We had great conversation (as good friends always do!)  All of the rhododendron trees are in full bloom with unimaginably bright colors.  One of the reasons for the walk this morning was to teach A. the route to her new school so she will be prepared for the fall.  We are going to make this trip several times over the course of the summer so she can find her way easily.  Because the district is short on money for transportation, middleschoolers have to walk if they live 2 miles or less from school.  I have no problem with A. walking or riding her bike, but this will be the first time she will be walking such a long distance without her Mom or Daddy.  I am so glad she will have C. with her.  I know that part of rearing children is letting them go a little bit at a time, but that doesn't mean it's easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-681810538120897114?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/681810538120897114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=681810538120897114&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/681810538120897114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/681810538120897114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-was-one-of-those-mornings-where-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-7508311366769999890</id><published>2007-05-23T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:14:21.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Wonderful Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RlTwFE7Zr1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/uLb44SfaCAc/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RlTwFE7Zr1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/uLb44SfaCAc/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067939450711551826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RlTt2k7Zr0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/JPlrl2sNHLY/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RlTt2k7Zr0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/JPlrl2sNHLY/s320/DSC01191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067937002580193090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a lot of exciting days around here.  It all started when this chick named Nancy Pants came to town.  We drove down to one of the most beautiful beaches in the country (Cannon Beach, OR.)  It takes about 4 hours to drive down and we decided it would be best to take a pooch with us.  I don't know why, but I decided to take the most spasdic of the three, the chocolate lab Sal.  He had a great time fetching his ball.  Pants and I breathed in the salty sea air and went barefoot in the soft, warm sand.  I was momentarily convinced I was in heaven (which happens frequently in Cannon Beach.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to meet a fellow blogger named Meno.  As her writings suggest, she is a warm, funny, intelligent person who is fun to spend time with.  It was like meeting up with a friend we've known for a long time.  I hope we can eventually get together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pant's visit came to an end after we got to stroll on the beach at Alki once more.  I miss her but I know for sure she will return to visit when she can.  Seattle gets some peoples' souls and never leaves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-7508311366769999890?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/7508311366769999890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=7508311366769999890&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7508311366769999890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7508311366769999890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/05/many-wonderful-days.html' title='Many Wonderful Days'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RlTwFE7Zr1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/uLb44SfaCAc/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-588071193463849913</id><published>2007-05-22T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T07:29:13.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been difficult to find enough "awake" time to post an actual blog entry.  I wish all of you well and will have a decent entry posted soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-588071193463849913?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/588071193463849913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=588071193463849913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/588071193463849913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/588071193463849913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-has-been-difficult-to-find-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-3790182666291783049</id><published>2007-05-11T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T22:29:24.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brown town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expensive food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIL insisting on being a &quot;chaparone&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too much food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiest place on earth?'/><title type='text'>First Day at Disneyland</title><content type='html'>We had a good couple of flights.  Our stop was in Oakland at lunchtime where we paid $47 for 2 salads and 2 sandwiches for lunch (no drinks!)  We flew into Santa Ana airport.  I was surprised at how much Southern California's landscape resembles Eastern Colorado.  It's very brown and very populated (Eastern CO is not very populated but it is dusty and looks like a big quilt.)  It was really hazy and smoky from the Catalina Island fire.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stucco's mom grew up in S. CA and still has friends here.  Her friend picked us up from the airport (very nice guy who is Chief Safety Engineer of Disneyland- big job eh?)  I got sunburned riding in the car.  I need there to be more cloud cover!  We checked into the hotel and promptly took advantage of afternoon tea.  They serve breakfast, snack, tea (with snacks), evening snack and dessert with coffee all included in the room price. I feel like we are on a cruise without the boat.  Our children had turn-down service, complete with chocolate coins.  Very nice resort hotel they have here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to let the kids swim while we lazed-about poolside.  Then we had dinner at a cafe where Z. got to make his own pizza from scratch and A. had the buffet (she loves a good buffet.)  Next, I took the wee ones up to the clubroom where they had storytime and sing-along.  We had dessert (I am WAY too full!) and we watched the beautiful fireworks show from our hotel balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to bed.  We have adjoining rooms with MIL so no "real fun" with Stucco.  She insists the door stay open.  Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-3790182666291783049?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/3790182666291783049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=3790182666291783049&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/3790182666291783049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/3790182666291783049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-day-at-disneyland.html' title='First Day at Disneyland'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-3526836887112705317</id><published>2007-05-07T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:51:53.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old Friend</title><content type='html'>Pants has arrived safely in Seattle.  I am so happy to see a familiar face!  I love showing her around and seeing this place through her eyes.  We are off tomorrow to explore the seashore in OR.  I've gotta show Pants the reason we so desperately wanted to move to the Pacific Northwest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-3526836887112705317?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/3526836887112705317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=3526836887112705317&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/3526836887112705317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/3526836887112705317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/05/old-friend.html' title='An Old Friend'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-6184525102226727882</id><published>2007-05-05T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T11:08:00.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RjzCBcZ8GNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_WGSk5oxMQ0/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RjzCBcZ8GNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_WGSk5oxMQ0/s320/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061133411318241490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recognize I am very immature in a lot of ways, but I do appreciate the little things in life.  I went crazy the other night after A. and Z.'s swimming lesson.  Outside the rec center, I spotted a hummingbird among the flowers in the beautiful garden near the entrance.  I cannot remember how long it has been since I've seen one.  I felt like a child full of wonder and happiness at seeing such a funny little creature.  I couldn't contain my excitement, and people were staring at me, but I didn't even care.  Z. was right there with me jumping up and down and pointing like a crazy person.  A. was trying to identify the type of flower that attracted it so we could plant some in our yard.  (In some ways, A. is more mature than I am!)  I think a sighting like this one is a gift.  One I won't soon forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-6184525102226727882?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/6184525102226727882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=6184525102226727882&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/6184525102226727882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/6184525102226727882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-things.html' title='The Little Things'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RjzCBcZ8GNI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_WGSk5oxMQ0/s72-c/images-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-4781239812095304882</id><published>2007-04-22T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:18:40.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RiuqhR7bswI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/18I8c2_le5c/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RiuqhR7bswI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/18I8c2_le5c/s320/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056322495378600706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is great, but I am feeling a bit overwhelmed with managing my time.  For 2 years I made my own schedule around A. and Z.'s school and activities.  I barely looked at the clock and I don't own a watch.  I guess I should invest in one now that I need to actually be on time.  My greatest regret is not being able to email, blog or chat away on the phone with my friends and family.  I will try to blog once a week to let everyone know that I am still kickin' here in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also Earth Day.  For our part, we are staying home so we won't pollute the air with exhaust.  It's the "lazy way" to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the families and friends of the poor souls lost at Virginia Tech, my heart goes out to you.  But most of all, to the families and friends of the soldiers who are fighting or dying in Iraq and Afghanastan every day, we have not forgotten you.  The media in the US chooses to irresponsibly subject us to a barrage of horrible images from the killer at Virginia Tech, while ignoring the bigger picture of violence overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few ramblings!  I hope everyone has a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-4781239812095304882?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/4781239812095304882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=4781239812095304882&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4781239812095304882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4781239812095304882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/04/work-is-great-but-i-am-feeling-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RiuqhR7bswI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/18I8c2_le5c/s72-c/images-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-2209928688236878817</id><published>2007-04-09T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:40:19.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Among the Little People Again</title><content type='html'>I am, once again, employed as a teacher in a local (four blocks from home!) childcare center.  It is an Intergenerational Learning Center located inside a nursing home.  So I get the best of both the young and elderly.  It is a place that has warmed my heart.  I love helping society's most vulnerable people and seeing them at their best (and sometimes worst.)  The people I work with are kind, intelligent and caring.  I think I am really going to like it there.  The Director is encouraging me to finish my degree and has vowed to help me find funding through the State.  Thanks to my friend (neighbor, L. 3 houses down!) I don't have to worry about A. and Z., and balancing work and family.  She's graciously decided to step-in and be "Momma" for A. and Z. when I am not able to be home.  Life is good all around.  I have a lot to be thankful for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-2209928688236878817?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/2209928688236878817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=2209928688236878817&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/2209928688236878817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/2209928688236878817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/04/among-little-people-again.html' title='Among the Little People Again'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-4820627650122597086</id><published>2007-04-02T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:10:31.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magnolias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breath of fresh air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delayed post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>Magnolia Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RhG10GaNPCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2igmjBQbohM/s1600-h/magnolia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RhG10GaNPCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2igmjBQbohM/s320/magnolia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049016563937393698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving the springtime here in the PNW.  I have "rediscovered" my love for magnolia trees.  I had a conversation with kelkel where I asked her if they grow a lot in MO where I grew up.  She said they do and I got to thinking about springtime in STL and Colorado and all of the places I have visited during this wonderful time of the year.  I really missed all of the trees of my youth in MO, while living in CO.  Now I have a chance to enjoy all of the lush growth here.  I'm taking it all in and enjoying the beauty all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-4820627650122597086?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/4820627650122597086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=4820627650122597086&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4820627650122597086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4820627650122597086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/04/magnolia-trees.html' title='Magnolia Trees'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RhG10GaNPCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2igmjBQbohM/s72-c/magnolia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-7982075619219268551</id><published>2007-03-25T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T17:33:08.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog interruption brought to you by the discovery of the glorified soap opera that is "Grey's Anatomy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-7982075619219268551?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/7982075619219268551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=7982075619219268551&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7982075619219268551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7982075619219268551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-blog-interruption-brought-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-5070098354623911694</id><published>2007-03-14T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:05:02.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do now</title><content type='html'>So, most of you know, I had a job for 2 days and about 45 minutes a few weeks ago.  I went back to the childcare industry as it is what I do, and do well.  I love teaching preschool and spending time with little people.  They are so funny and don't have the reservations of adults.  They are mostly honest and really jazzed when you come up with a new, spontaneous idea.  They just go with it!  I applied online on a Tues. and was hired by that Fri.  I guess that should have given me a clue as to how desperate they were for a qualified teacher.  I was enthusiastic during my 2 days of orientation to their facility.  It all looked good.  The classrooms were organized.  The materials were beautiful and everyone seemed really nice (except for the teacher I was to work for.)  She was the "Lead" teacher in the 3 year old classroom where I was supposed to work.  She avoided me like the plague and never made eye contact.  I had interviewed with 2 of the parents of the school, with the gal I was supposed to work for, thinking I was being hired as the Lead teacher.  (I'll call the gal J.)  J. was in on the interview and heard my ideas and apparently was intimidated by me.  She didn't say anything the whole time I was being questioned by the parents and director.  I aced the interview.  I am a positive person and I get along with people really well.  The parents were so glad to have me come to their school.  So during the orientation, I was told that J. was suffering from "burn-out" and she needed some guidance in the classroom.  They were counting on my many years of experience to help J. (I still thought at this point that I was to be the lead teacher.)  I said I was happy to help and asked if J. was aware that I was to guide her and I asked if she would be receptive to my new ideas.  They said, "Yes."  So I proceeded with the process.  It was the end of the 2nd day that I was handed my job description and it listed my job as "Assistant Teacher."  I was confused and asked the Assistant Director to clarify my title and she told me J. is the Lead Teacher and I am her Assistant.  So I pointed out that a Lead would probably take offense to an Assistant telling her how to do her job.  The Director laughed a nervous laugh and said, "No!  J. has been in that room for 4 years and has a great relationship with the parents.  She'll be fine!"  I didn't see what that had to do with it, but whatever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I spent about an hour that afternoon in the room with J. in utter chaos.  It was such a mess.  The kids were out of control.  There weren't any age-appropriate materials such as books or sensory toys or anything.  So they were just running amok.  I tried to ask J. about the classroom and she gave 1-word answers and wouldn't have a conversation with me.  At one point she asked one of the little boys if he'd "be her boyfriend."  (she is 26 years old and should have grown out of the baby-sitting, teenager-mentality stage, but clearly hadn't.)  I was disgusted by the food caked on the floor under the tables and the dirty diapers stacked by the trash can on the floor.  J. did not wear latex gloves while helping with the children in the bathroom nor did she wash her hands.  I was noticing how much work I'd have on my hands, but thought to myself that it would probably be better in the morning.  How wrong I was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived on Fri. morning, ready to get to work.  When I arrived for my 1st official day in the class, J. didn't even say hello or anything.  Now, for some of you office types, it may seem a bit odd to complain about not getting a greeting but when you work with children and families, it is essential to get along and have conversation.  The children's faces were full of red berries from breakfast and the floors under the table, as well as the carpet, were caked with pancake and berries too.  Normally, one would clean the floors and tables and the other would help the children clean their faces.  Neither was done as J. was rushing to get the children outside.  I had just come from outside and mentioned that it was sleeting.  No answer.  So we marched the kids outside in the sleet that changed to rain.  When we were outside J. scared the crap out of a group of the children by telling them there was a monster in the shed she was standing in front of.  She even jiggled the door a bit to show them "he was trying to get out."  Two of the children came running to me (a virtual stranger) shaking from fear and crying.  J. laughed at them while I was trying to console them (they are only just about to turn 3 years old.)  I wouldn't do that to a 7 year old much less a toddler.  She really has no clue about the age group she is working with.  I mentioned that it was cold, and asked if it was normal policy to go outside in the rain as I am from a dry state where it wasn't normal policy to take 3 year olds out when it is 38 degrees and raining.  She said, "Yeah. We come out in the rain all the time."  I hunkered down under the slide to escape the rain with about half the class.  We sang songs and made the best of it.  A few of the little ones were looking at J. and crying to go in.  She ignored them.  (A lot of teachers suffering from "burn-out" avoid being in the classroom at all costs, to get out of actally interacting one-on-one with the children.)  One of the little boys had stood under the slide, where it was dripping, to sing songs with me.  He didn't have a hat on so his hair ended-up getting soaked.  He was shivering and crying by the time we went in.  When we entered the building (after 45 minutes outdoors) other teachers and administrators were asking J. how the kids got so soaked and why were they outside for so long?  I felt terrible for them.  Being new, I thought it was strange that we'd been outside for so long and I was right.  It wasn't their policy either.  We weren't supposed to be outside.  So I am already in trouble with the administration because of J.  I am her subordinate so she calls the shots and I get in hot water too?  I am, right then, seeing a future of J. not following policy and me being partly to blame.  I was having none of it.  We got back to the classroom.  I asked J. to put a hat on the little boy who was crying form his wet head.  She said, "Umm... I think we might have an extra hat somewhere."  Then the loud, brassy cook came in and yelled, "Why is S. crying?"  J. told her, "It's his own fault.  He stood under the slide and got his head wet."  The cook looked at the crying S. and said, "Man, you're crazy S."  UNBELIEVABLE!  They blamed a 3 year old for crying and being cold when we shouldn't have even been outside.  Another teacher came in the classroom, at that time, for me to take a break.  I left with tears in my eyes and called Stucco on my cell phone and relayed the entire situation to him.  He said to get out of there and that I didn't need to deal with what could turn out to be a liability for me.  I agreed and asked to speak to the Assistant Director.  She sat down with me and I told her what was happening in that classroom and she said, "Yeah. J. is having a hard time right now.  She's a little burned-out."  I pointed-out how me, being J.'s subordinate could not possibly help the situation.  She took out a notebook and wrote a list of all of the social service violations J. had made that morning.  She asked if I would like to work in another room after letting me know that J. "really is a good teacher."  I said, "No."  I couldn't see myself condoning them keeping J. as a Lead Teacher while I was working in another room.  They just were going to turn a blind eye to it all.  I got up, shook her hand and said, "I will be reporting J. to Social Services."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of there feeling a mixture of relief and great sadness.  I feel relieved that I do not have to be a part of a preschool that is so unprofessional and uncaring about the childrens' well-being.  On the other hand, I think I could have made many positive changes there if I had had a chance to lead the classroom without J. being there.  I called Social Services and reported them.  They took the report and said they would make a visit to "check things out."  I hope it happens soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the search for employment continues.  Please take a moment and send some positive energy out into the universe for me that I will find a job that is right for me and my family.  Thanks for reading my words and hearing my rant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-5070098354623911694?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/5070098354623911694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=5070098354623911694&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/5070098354623911694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/5070098354623911694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-to-do-now.html' title='What to do now'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-536149955975756498</id><published>2007-03-08T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T16:09:43.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Makes It All Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RfCkXdtPmuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uL2gtvjqJug/s1600-h/DSC01159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RfCkXdtPmuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uL2gtvjqJug/s320/DSC01159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039708706045926114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RfCkLttPmtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mbFtadNWOBg/s1600-h/DSC01160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RfCkLttPmtI/AAAAAAAAAF0/mbFtadNWOBg/s320/DSC01160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039708504182463186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RfCj9dtPmsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DNmoxgxqxNc/s1600-h/DSC01161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RfCj9dtPmsI/AAAAAAAAAFs/DNmoxgxqxNc/s320/DSC01161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039708259369327298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness arrived in the mail a few days ago.  I took Jill's advice and hopped over to Godiva to see what was on sale.  This beautiful box of mouth-watering goodness was 50% off.  It arrived just as my hopes for my new job as a preschool teacher were pouring down the drain.  (More on that later.)  The timing couldn't have been better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-536149955975756498?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/536149955975756498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=536149955975756498&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/536149955975756498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/536149955975756498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/03/chocolate-makes-it-all-better.html' title='Chocolate Makes It All Better'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RfCkXdtPmuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uL2gtvjqJug/s72-c/DSC01159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-6903719337786384859</id><published>2007-02-27T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:02:41.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard in passing...</title><content type='html'>"The Devil's gonna get you..."  A guy was shouting this downtown, today, as I was making my way to the courthouse to argue away my fine for taking Wylie out to the park off leash last month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let your spirit go and the rest will follow..."  Guy on the bus on my way downtown (he was talking on his cell phone and this is the only sentence I overheard.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that a new suit, sweetie?!"  A gay guy said to his lover as they kissed and met-up downtown at lunchtime today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow!  Her pussy lips must be thin like pringles."  Stucco said, as we looked at a gigantic poster of a waifishly thin model going up on the side of his building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.  Downtown is always fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-6903719337786384859?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/6903719337786384859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=6903719337786384859&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/6903719337786384859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/6903719337786384859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/02/heard-in-passing.html' title='Heard in passing...'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-4375054157986637381</id><published>2007-02-19T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:01:24.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lincoln Park Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdpDTmd5msI/AAAAAAAAAE8/f6z8nLgvQGI/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdpDTmd5msI/AAAAAAAAAE8/f6z8nLgvQGI/s320/DSC01156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033409537562483394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pull it on up...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdpDiGd5mtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z0ayJ9KTUHM/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdpDiGd5mtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/z0ayJ9KTUHM/s320/DSC01157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033409786670586578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Get set...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdpDqmd5muI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DLmz06QbwJQ/s1600-h/DSC01158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdpDqmd5muI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DLmz06QbwJQ/s320/DSC01158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033409932699474658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Whee...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdpD0Wd5mvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xqAidfuoz4I/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdpD0Wd5mvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xqAidfuoz4I/s320/DSC01155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033410100203199218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yeah!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a great park here, right on the Sound.  We have all hiked on the beautiful trails, enjoyed the sound of the surf, and discovered the coolest swing!  Z. and I left Stucco to convalesce as we made our way to the park with Sal (our chocolate lab.)  The swing is mounted on some wires and has pullies at the top.  You pull the swing to the top of the hill, sit on its seat and jump off the curb, and whip down the hill.  The best thing about it is, it looks like you could just keep going at the bottom and end up in the water.  I love this swing as much as the kids do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-4375054157986637381?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/4375054157986637381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=4375054157986637381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4375054157986637381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4375054157986637381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/02/lincoln-park-swing.html' title='Lincoln Park Swing'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdpDTmd5msI/AAAAAAAAAE8/f6z8nLgvQGI/s72-c/DSC01156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-4838809125014786814</id><published>2007-02-15T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:36:34.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Stucco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdT4qUYqxTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ddwt-L048gI/s1600-h/DSC01147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdT4qUYqxTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ddwt-L048gI/s320/DSC01147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031920089590056242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a baking stone for Valentine's Day, Stucco got an almost heart-shaped bruise on his leg.  The poor guy was just trying to be "the good dad" and take his kids swimming for Z.'s B-day.  While entering the pool, his hand slipped and he did a very ungraceful type of side splash into the pool.  No one really realized how badly he hurt himself at the time.  He proceeded to do a few high dives, low dives and swam with the kids, all the while his muscles were screaming at him to stop.  He is now gimping around and living on advil and booze while he tries to heal.  If you get a minute, visit his site and wish him well (or pass on some good advice on how to approach the pool entry for next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-4838809125014786814?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/4838809125014786814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=4838809125014786814&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4838809125014786814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4838809125014786814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/02/poor-stucco.html' title='Poor Stucco'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdT4qUYqxTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ddwt-L048gI/s72-c/DSC01147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-8025737860763098582</id><published>2007-02-14T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:00:41.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdPY5UYqxSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AK-PiEhDXh0/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdPY5UYqxSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AK-PiEhDXh0/s320/DSC01149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031603687939294498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stucco made my day!  He replaced my baking stone that I left in the house in CO with a beautiful new one.  My old stone was 11 years old and was perfectly seasoned.  I made the best cookies and flatbreads on the old one and I plan to break-in the new one tomorrow.  Thank you Hunny!  Love you more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-8025737860763098582?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/8025737860763098582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=8025737860763098582&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8025737860763098582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8025737860763098582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-valentine-present.html' title='My Valentine Present'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdPY5UYqxSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AK-PiEhDXh0/s72-c/DSC01149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-1418811379394285532</id><published>2007-02-12T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:40:32.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdE-IEYqxRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pjecIWePmb8/s1600-h/111.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdE-IEYqxRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pjecIWePmb8/s320/111.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030870567086638354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was experiencing the birth of our son.  Z. came into the world, one day after his due date, fat, sassy and happy.  He was the best kind of baby to cuddle.  He grew quickly (and is still growing at an alarming rate!)  His most wonderful traits are his kind heart and a wicked sense of humor (hmm.. wonder where he got those? ;)  He is a budding cartographer and is obsessed with ancient civilizations (Egyptians, Mayans etc.)  I am so proud to know him.  He'll always be my "baby."  Love you Z-Man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-1418811379394285532?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/1418811379394285532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=1418811379394285532&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/1418811379394285532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/1418811379394285532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/02/7-years-ago.html' title='7 Years Ago...'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RdE-IEYqxRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/pjecIWePmb8/s72-c/111.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-3315577516676965119</id><published>2007-02-06T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:24:59.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pi(e)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RckcVaWwRkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5-AEraGM5mk/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RckcVaWwRkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5-AEraGM5mk/s320/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028581613113460290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RckaM6WwRjI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZiCnMe1yti0/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RckaM6WwRjI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZiCnMe1yti0/s320/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028579268061316658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that while helping our daughter with her math homework, I became obsessed with baking a pie?  I have a ridiculous sweet tooth.  While working on finding the area of circles, I started daydreaming.  Well, I never really liked math much anyway.  Pie, on the other hand!  Mmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-3315577516676965119?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/3315577516676965119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=3315577516676965119&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/3315577516676965119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/3315577516676965119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/02/pie.html' title='Pi(e)'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RckcVaWwRkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5-AEraGM5mk/s72-c/images-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-721620006283220771</id><published>2007-02-01T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T11:04:39.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have a Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RcI3CCp844I/AAAAAAAAADk/XbWQemIsA3w/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RcI3CCp844I/AAAAAAAAADk/XbWQemIsA3w/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026640642310988674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 21st 2007  (Our daughter's birthday :)  The 7th book of HP will go on sale at 12:01am.  A. and I are excited!  Now we need to decide which bookstore to share the craziness.  We want to go back to the Tattered Cover in CO for our last :( HP party but, as Stucco pointed out, for the cost of airfare, we could buy a HP edition of the iPod and all of the audio versions that A. and I have been wanting.  So we need to find an alternative bookstore in Seattle that might have a fun party going on as well.  Decisions, decisions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-721620006283220771?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/721620006283220771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=721620006283220771&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/721620006283220771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/721620006283220771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-have-date.html' title='We Have a Date'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RcI3CCp844I/AAAAAAAAADk/XbWQemIsA3w/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-4549109247221876442</id><published>2007-01-27T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T22:21:22.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Westport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Rbw7Dyp843I/AAAAAAAAADY/7Jds9SF4Bhc/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Rbw7Dyp843I/AAAAAAAAADY/7Jds9SF4Bhc/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024956220562006898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is right in the world when I am able to be in front of the roaring waves of the Pacific Ocean.  Today we took a quick drive over to the beach in Westport, WA.  The waves of the ocean were 4-5 feet high, beautifully crashing into the jagged rocks and sneaking up on us as we walked its edge.  I highly recommend taking in a sunset like this now and then.  It's good for the soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-4549109247221876442?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/4549109247221876442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=4549109247221876442&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4549109247221876442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4549109247221876442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/01/westport.html' title='Westport'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Rbw7Dyp843I/AAAAAAAAADY/7Jds9SF4Bhc/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-2667006168136049542</id><published>2007-01-22T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T12:03:43.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RbUYjSp842I/AAAAAAAAADM/1Ju6dkJEYEI/s1600-h/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RbUYjSp842I/AAAAAAAAADM/1Ju6dkJEYEI/s320/DSC00985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022947953983939426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had trouble when people come and go in my life.  It's very strange for a person who loves to live all over and travel.  I guess I like to be the one moving about and wandering.  T., C., M. and L. visited us this weekend as part of their whirlwind trip around Oregon and Washington.  T. is a native of Oregon and C. has family in Spokane.  We had such a great time showing them around the neighborhood and sharing time with them.  It was difficult to watch them drive away, but we are thankful they were able to visit.  We miss you already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-2667006168136049542?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/2667006168136049542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=2667006168136049542&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/2667006168136049542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/2667006168136049542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-always-had-trouble-when-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RbUYjSp842I/AAAAAAAAADM/1Ju6dkJEYEI/s72-c/DSC00985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-4691705734172915327</id><published>2007-01-16T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T17:33:29.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Never Snows in Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ra18eLUnttI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xiEPjRwRZk4/s1600-h/DSC01120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ra18eLUnttI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xiEPjRwRZk4/s320/DSC01120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020806017465169618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ra15sLUntsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pm9KYdBxEIw/s1600-h/DSC01118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ra15sLUntsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/pm9KYdBxEIw/s320/DSC01118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020802959448454850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy is on the look-out for anything amiss in the neighborhood.  She is also dreaming about playing, all day, in the snow. And Z. is exploring his options for throwing snowballs.  Yes, snow...and snowballs.  In Seattle.  It has snowed 4 times here since we moved.  We are being blamed for bringing the snow with us from CO.  I don't think anyone can really pin that one on us, but it is awfully strange.  Earlier in the school year, in CO, A. and Z. had to go to school despite 14 inches of fresh powder.  Here in Seattle they have had 4 snow days due to 2 inches of snow at a time.  Heh.  A guy on the news last night explained that Seattle only gets snow once every 5-7 years so they do not invest in sanding and plowing equipment.  I guess that makes sense.  Like Jill said in her blog, it's funny to see the weather people get so excited by such a miniscule event.  The kids and I made the most of the day and went sledding.  A great time was had by all (although I felt very old trying to get up from the sled at the bottom of the hill.  Sheesh!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-4691705734172915327?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/4691705734172915327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=4691705734172915327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4691705734172915327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/4691705734172915327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-never-snows-in-seattle.html' title='It Never Snows in Seattle'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Ra18eLUnttI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xiEPjRwRZk4/s72-c/DSC01120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-1142654079573048965</id><published>2007-01-12T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T18:45:43.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RahF6rUntrI/AAAAAAAAACo/LB5KKqx1kag/s1600-h/DSC01093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RahF6rUntrI/AAAAAAAAACo/LB5KKqx1kag/s320/DSC01093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019338659068360370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently had the great fortune to meet Ivan the Octopus at the Seattle Aquarium.  He is a member of the largest species of octupi and they are found right here in the Puget Sound.  We were able to watch and learn a bit about him.  He is very smart and getting old enough to start searching for a mate.  The scientists at the aquarium hope to mate Ivan with a female octupi at the aquarium on February 14th for all to see.  I am not sure I want to see that (hey, he needs some privacy too! :)  Thanks L. for the tickets and great time we had that day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-1142654079573048965?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/1142654079573048965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=1142654079573048965&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/1142654079573048965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/1142654079573048965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/01/ivan.html' title='Ivan'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RahF6rUntrI/AAAAAAAAACo/LB5KKqx1kag/s72-c/DSC01093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-2712358896110973067</id><published>2007-01-05T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:17:31.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love IKEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RZ8vpxY245I/AAAAAAAAACc/9jRkHb_hnYg/s1600-h/DSC01099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RZ8vpxY245I/AAAAAAAAACc/9jRkHb_hnYg/s320/DSC01099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016780904592761746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the request of the lovely T., I have posted a picture of our new couch from IKEA.  Our daughter thinks it's "totally ugly" but we love it!  We needed the change (it makes me think of "Mairzy" cause she loves this color :)  We have spent many hours browsing through IKEA.  Here's to cheap fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-2712358896110973067?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/2712358896110973067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=2712358896110973067&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/2712358896110973067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/2712358896110973067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/01/gotta-love-ikea.html' title='Gotta Love IKEA'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RZ8vpxY245I/AAAAAAAAACc/9jRkHb_hnYg/s72-c/DSC01099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-3876670082101672165</id><published>2007-01-01T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T20:20:10.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RZncvwQWfOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xshocMd6QHU/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RZncvwQWfOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xshocMd6QHU/s320/DSC01027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015282373019204834" /&gt;&lt;/a  &lt;br /&gt;Salvatore Ghirardelli wishes everyone a Happy New Year! (So do I)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-3876670082101672165?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/3876670082101672165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=3876670082101672165&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/3876670082101672165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/3876670082101672165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2007/01/dog-happiness.html' title='Dog Happiness'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RZncvwQWfOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xshocMd6QHU/s72-c/DSC01027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-528615799545101014</id><published>2006-12-28T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T17:46:54.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title Revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RZRxGGzfGsI/AAAAAAAAACE/qkm-TZWzdZY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RZRxGGzfGsI/AAAAAAAAACE/qkm-TZWzdZY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013756634889919170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows will hopefully be published and distributed in 2007.  I am eagerly anticipating the parties, costumes, long lines and staying up all night to read the final :( book in the series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-528615799545101014?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/528615799545101014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=528615799545101014&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/528615799545101014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/528615799545101014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/12/title-revealed.html' title='Title Revealed'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RZRxGGzfGsI/AAAAAAAAACE/qkm-TZWzdZY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-157109204315142752</id><published>2006-12-22T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T10:51:09.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmastime Greenery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYwormzfGrI/AAAAAAAAABk/yTw4GKQht0k/s1600-h/DSC01070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYwormzfGrI/AAAAAAAAABk/yTw4GKQht0k/s320/DSC01070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011425214972500658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYwoh2zfGqI/AAAAAAAAABc/MvKlcst3Cnc/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYwoh2zfGqI/AAAAAAAAABc/MvKlcst3Cnc/s320/DSC01069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011425047468776098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYwoXmzfGpI/AAAAAAAAABU/MOn6b0949-k/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYwoXmzfGpI/AAAAAAAAABU/MOn6b0949-k/s320/DSC01068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011424871375116946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYwoM2zfGoI/AAAAAAAAABM/2mrE9EyEh4I/s1600-h/DSC01067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYwoM2zfGoI/AAAAAAAAABM/2mrE9EyEh4I/s320/DSC01067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011424686691523202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYwoBGzfGnI/AAAAAAAAABE/VePmEJLwm4E/s1600-h/DSC01066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYwoBGzfGnI/AAAAAAAAABE/VePmEJLwm4E/s320/DSC01066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011424484828060274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYwn1mzfGmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qNL9e7jvFHs/s1600-h/DSC01065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYwn1mzfGmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qNL9e7jvFHs/s320/DSC01065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011424287259564642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the dogs for a walk yesterday and I took my camera to capture a few images for Nancy Pants.  This is what we see in our neighborhood when we wander.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-157109204315142752?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/157109204315142752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=157109204315142752&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/157109204315142752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/157109204315142752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmastime-greenery.html' title='Christmastime Greenery'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYwormzfGrI/AAAAAAAAABk/yTw4GKQht0k/s72-c/DSC01070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-7721608365566058968</id><published>2006-12-19T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T18:33:28.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme from Stucco</title><content type='html'>1. Three things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;-Losing any one of my family to death&lt;br /&gt;-conservative republican ideaologies&lt;br /&gt;-some of my nightmares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Three people who make me laugh:&lt;br /&gt;- Stucco&lt;br /&gt;- Stephen Colbert&lt;br /&gt;- Billy Connolly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Three things I love:&lt;br /&gt;- My family&lt;br /&gt;- The Ocean&lt;br /&gt;- Labrador Retrievers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Three things I hate:&lt;br /&gt;- Solicitors&lt;br /&gt;- Mincemeat Pie&lt;br /&gt;- Clutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Three things I don't understand:&lt;br /&gt;- People who need to try to persuade me to believe their religious views&lt;br /&gt;- People who believe war is good&lt;br /&gt;- Computer languages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Three things on my desk (at home)&lt;br /&gt;- Scrap paper&lt;br /&gt;- Photo of the Oregon Coast&lt;br /&gt;- Junk mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Three things I'm doing right now:&lt;br /&gt;- Trying to decide what to make for dinner&lt;br /&gt;- Petting the puppy&lt;br /&gt;- craving a lime popscicle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Three things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;- See Europe&lt;br /&gt;- Love on my grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;- Decide what I want to be when I grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Three things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;- Bake a delicious Tollhouse cookie&lt;br /&gt;- Multitask&lt;br /&gt;- Calm infants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Three things I can't do:&lt;br /&gt;- Ski&lt;br /&gt;- Cook very well&lt;br /&gt;-Sew clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Three things you should listen to: &lt;br /&gt;- Music from Brandi Carlile&lt;br /&gt;- Your children&lt;br /&gt;- Ocean waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Three things you should never listen to:&lt;br /&gt;- People who are always negative&lt;br /&gt;- Video games&lt;br /&gt;- Rush Limbaugh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Three things I'd like to learn:&lt;br /&gt;- How to play the piano&lt;br /&gt;- To save more $&lt;br /&gt;- To let go of my anxiety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Three favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;- burritos&lt;br /&gt;- chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- Masaman curry chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Three beverages I drink regularly:&lt;br /&gt;- coffee&lt;br /&gt;- lattes&lt;br /&gt;- coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Three shows I watched as a kid&lt;br /&gt;- Little House on the Prairie&lt;br /&gt;- Bugs Bunny&lt;br /&gt;- Gilligan's Island&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-7721608365566058968?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/7721608365566058968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=7721608365566058968&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7721608365566058968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/7721608365566058968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/12/meme-from-stucco.html' title='Meme from Stucco'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-3400858736726126470</id><published>2006-12-16T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T14:53:46.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>We have all had such a busy week this week.  We started last Saturday the 9th by taking the monorail to the base of the Space Needle.  We rode the speedy elevator to the top and wandered around the observation deck taking-in all of the beautiful views.  It was a clear day, but very windy and cold, so we spent a lot of time in the indoor part of the deck.  A. and Z. sat on Santa's lap and got a candy cane and then proceeded to the craft table to make a snowman mobile.  We all decided we were hungry so we left and took the monorail back downtown to get a bite to eat.  We decided to wander around the downtown area for a while and I was surprised at the number of people all around us.  It reminded me of the pictures you see of Times Square and the crowds of people walking along the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Stucco to the airport on Sunday for his flight to Boston.  He had a class this week so we had to do without him.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, A., Z. and I decided to head to the Woodland Park Zoo.  It was a mild, sunny morning and after we drove around the park a few times, I found the entrance.  Seattle got it right when they decided to put the zoo in the middle of an area with a lot of trees and a natural setting.  It was such a beautiful experience to walk around with the air smelling of evergreen trees and rain.  The animals are grouped according to region and there are a few areas for children to play indoors (smart because it did start raining while we were finishing our visit!)  All in all, a very nice day!  We will definitley be returning soon for another visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday we ventured downtown for a visit to the Seattle Aquarium.  It was raining really hard so we drove in the truck vs. taking the bus.  We brought A.'s umbrella but it turned inside-out in the fierce wind (we need to get better umbrellas!)  The aquarium was an educational, and exciting experience.  We learned so much about the lifecycles of sea stars, fur seals and sea otters.  We must've watched to sea otters for a half hour alone.  They are so funny.  They are almost like dogs in their mannerisms.  A. and Z. loved the area where they could touch the sea stars, anemones, scallops and urchins.  The greatest thing we found out was that the creatures all came into the indoor area on their own.  The indoor "ponds" are connected to Elliot Bay directly, and they migrate indoors with the tide.  After we were finished, we found a restaurant by the Sound to have lunch.  We watched the ferries come and go while we had lunch.  Then it struck me that we needed to get home before the Seahawks traffic closed us in.  But it was too late!  We were stuck in a horrific downpour of rain with blowing winds.  It took us an hour to make it home (usually a 10 minute ride.)  That was the night of the "hurricane-like" storm.  We were lucky that we only lost power for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst of the "hurricane" came at about 10:00pm. The sustained winds were going at about 40mph and the gusts were about 60-70mph.  It was crazy!  It felt like this house was shaking and going to seperate from its foundation!  The basement flooded and I was glad we hadn't set-up the office yet.  Nothing of ours was destroyed.  We surveyed the storm damage on our walk with the dogs on Friday.  A lot of people lost portions of their roofs and whole sections of fences.  Many people are still without power and it is cold here.  Hopefully they will get power back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are picking Stucco up from the airport tonight. We all can't wait to see him!  We hope everyone is having a fun holiday season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-3400858736726126470?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/3400858736726126470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=3400858736726126470&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/3400858736726126470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/3400858736726126470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/12/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-814274835920624461</id><published>2006-12-13T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:07:39.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This One's For You Stucco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYB5agSbH6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ALJD7ro4f_0/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYB5agSbH6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ALJD7ro4f_0/s320/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008136281886760866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-814274835920624461?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/814274835920624461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=814274835920624461&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/814274835920624461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/814274835920624461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-ones-for-you-stucco.html' title='This One&apos;s For You Stucco'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYB5agSbH6I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ALJD7ro4f_0/s72-c/images-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-9211894330678248075</id><published>2006-12-13T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T10:22:54.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit of Goodness In An Ugly News World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYBBzQSbH5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/9-_twAymPmY/s1600-h/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYBBzQSbH5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/9-_twAymPmY/s320/images-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008075134437367698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYBBkQSbH4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LxO3JjiyQxo/s1600-h/zach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYBBkQSbH4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/LxO3JjiyQxo/s320/zach1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008074876739329922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYA-qASbH3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hLdMMuIk21w/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYA-qASbH3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hLdMMuIk21w/s320/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008071676988694386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching "House" last night (one of my favorite shows) and I had to let the dogs out just as it ended.  When I came inside after they were finished with their business, I heard the headlines on the news.  Now I do realize that it was Fox News, and Fox always leans on the whole "if it bleeds, it leads" news angle but, by the time I'd heard the first few minutes, I was checking the locks on the door, in a panic.  I suffer from anxiety disorder anyway so it was like adding fuel to the fire.  With Stucco being out of town as well, it is worse.  I am very tired of the way our society glorifies violence.  One cannot use the news as a source of information about the weather or activities to enjoy around town anymore.  I get my news from the internet and just click on the info I need.  Now I am not all cotton candy, babies and rainbows all the time.  I do watch some violent TV and the occasional movie, but I don't understand why people get all "up in arms" about Janet Jackson's nipple popping out on TV and these same networks have no trouble going over every detail about a bullet hole in someone's head.  I'd much rather our children walk into the room and see a couple all over each other on the television, than see someone get shot.  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-9211894330678248075?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/9211894330678248075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=9211894330678248075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/9211894330678248075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/9211894330678248075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/12/bit-of-goodness-in-ugly-news-world.html' title='A Bit of Goodness In An Ugly News World'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/RYBBzQSbH5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/9-_twAymPmY/s72-c/images-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-8016911440444167537</id><published>2006-12-07T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:17:12.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Sights Downtown</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd share a few unusual things seen in passing while we were downtown on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A presumably homeless fellow was holding a large sign that read:  "My father was killed by ninjas and I need to avenge his death.  Need money for karate lessons!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking by the Walgreens store we saw a young guy sitting against the wall on the sidewalk, surrounded by cops.  The funny thing was, the cops were bicycle cops, wearing helmets, and had made a sort of barrier around the guy with their bikes.  The guy was nearly crying and saying he didn't do whatever it was they were accusing him of doing.  I felt that it was sort of odd that it seemed to take 4 officers and their bicycles to subdue one small guy who was in tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we exited a t-shirt shop at the end of the day, a man came up to us with his ferret and told us he had "saved" the ferret from a house fire and was collecting money for his care.  He let the kids hold the ferret so I gave him a dollar.  Very creative stories for collecting cash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While A. was making a purchase at the Market, Z. and I were watching a guy playing a piano and a gal who had been dancing, fight for space to perform.  The piano guy was furious at the woman because she was crowding his space (taking possible cash-flow from him.)  It was a peaceful, reasonable-type argument that ended with the piano player leaving in a huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always enjoyed people-watching, and downtown Seattle offers quite a bit of interesting people to observe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-8016911440444167537?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/8016911440444167537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=8016911440444167537&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8016911440444167537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/8016911440444167537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/12/strange-sights-downtown.html' title='Strange Sights Downtown'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-6679297523526763073</id><published>2006-12-04T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:09:24.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downtown Rocks</title><content type='html'>We had a really great day today.  It all started with A. and Z. being their creative selves.  They worked Sunday evening to make a surprise for me when I awoke today.  They made a series of games to play.  They made a "pin-the-nose-on-the-snowman" game, a target to "hit the bullseye with the ball,"  they cut-out snow flakes and made breakfast for me.  (Yes, they really are the best!)  When we were done, we boarded the bus for downtown.  Pike Place Market was first on our list of places to explore.  We roamed through a small part of the very large market and were throughly delighted by what we saw.  Fresh fruits and vegetables, fresh fish and seafood (yes, we saw the guys throw the fish), bookstores (heh, hemm), jewlery makers, coffee places, etc. etc.  It was exciting to be in that atmosphere for the first time!  Next, we headed up to Stucco's office building where he works and were introduced to all of the great people there.  Stucco took us to Westlake Center for lunch in the food court.  I had some really delicious Indian food.  When we were finished, we took the kids across the street to ride the holiday carousel.  A. was given a microphone and asked to sing a song for the folks on the ride.  She gladly accepted and launched into a very fine rendition of "Jingle Bells."  She got a round of applause and it made her day to entertain people with her singing!  Stucco had to go back to the office so we visited a few stores in the Westlake Center and finished our purchases at the Pike Place Market after that.  Then we put our feet up at the local Borders for a bit.  When Stucco wrapped-up at work, we all headed back home on the bus together.  I love spending time with A. and Z. and hearing their take on Seattle.  They are enjoying it so far and Z. definitely wants to explore the Space Needle next!  Life is good in Seattle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-6679297523526763073?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/6679297523526763073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=6679297523526763073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/6679297523526763073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/6679297523526763073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/12/downtown-rocks.html' title='Downtown Rocks'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-1242964770746789204</id><published>2006-11-30T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:44:39.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burned Out</title><content type='html'>I had one of those days that happens once in a while where you just have to stop and take it all in so you can move forward.  After 4 straight days of unpacking I woke up and decided not to unpack anything.  The kids and I went for a long walk around the neighborhood with the 2 older dogs.  It was a very beautiful day.  It was more typical of a winter day for Seattle.  It was overcast, warmer (in the upper 40's), and the air was fresh and clean.  It was nice to be able to walk on sidewalks again (we came from a newer place that didn't have them.)  We saw many new species of plants and trees, some tropical.  There is so much green and it's winter!  We came home to find Stucco coughing his lungs out having been sent home from work.  I promptly fell asleep in my chair for 2 hours.  I love to nap!  I felt refreshed upon awakening so I drove down to the Qdoba I found the other day and picked-up dinner.  It was yummy!  I needed a day like today!  Back to unpacking tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-1242964770746789204?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/1242964770746789204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=1242964770746789204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/1242964770746789204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/1242964770746789204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/11/burned-out.html' title='Burned Out'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-116481997593672794</id><published>2006-11-29T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T09:06:15.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Unpacking...</title><content type='html'>As I sit here this morning, it is 26 degrees outside (record lows in Seattle) and our living room is full of boxes that need to be unpacked.  The good news is that we returned the rental truck last night, so at least all of our belongings are in the house!  Stucco is really sick today.  He spent quality time driving the moving truck over 1300 miles with Z.  Problem was, Z. shared his terrible cold with Daddy.  Stucco called in sick today and is trying to get some rest, though I am trudging up and down the stairs putting our stuff away as the dogs follow me to "see what I am up to!"  We still don't have email and my phone number is in transition so I will keep blogging and update from here.  Love to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-116481997593672794?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/116481997593672794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=116481997593672794&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116481997593672794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116481997593672794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/11/still-unpacking.html' title='Still Unpacking...'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-116452453883632428</id><published>2006-11-25T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:02:18.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Made It</title><content type='html'>Lots of unpacking and exploring to do so I must be brief.  We had such a beautiful drive to WA.  Some of the mountain passes were absolutely beautiful.  It took my breath away.  We stopped at a rest stop near the border of ID and OR.  It had just rained and the smell in the air was intoxicating.  I love the Pacific Northwest!  More later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-116452453883632428?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/116452453883632428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=116452453883632428&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116452453883632428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116452453883632428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-made-it.html' title='We Made It'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-116434235034314954</id><published>2006-11-23T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:25:50.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was A Starry Night in Wyoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6284/3127/1600/633347/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6284/3127/320/745315/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have begun our journey to Seattle after much stress and a whole lotta sore muscles!  It is strange to think that all of our possessions fit into a 26 foot moving truck.  We started to drive (Stucco the moving van and I the pick-up.)  We split-up the dogs and kids.  I have A. and the 2 puppies and Stucco has Z. and Wylie with him.  Our children have always loved to travel and are great on the road.  The youngest and oldest dogs are really calm and great "car dogs."  Sal, on the other hand, is a mess.  He whines and shakes his collar at us as if to say, "What the hell is going on?"  I hope tomorrow will be better.  I can't blame him.  He has no idea what is in store for him.  We had a late start today (after one of the best Thanksgiving meals we've ever had cooked for us by Pants.)  We ended up stopping in Laramie, Wyoming for the night.  We are exhausted and it will be easier to drive during the day.  We are staying in the Motel 8 (a little seedy but there is internet service and they take dogs!)  We hope all of you had a wonderful Thanksgiving.  We certainly have a lot to be thankful for this year.  Seattle, here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-116434235034314954?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/116434235034314954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=116434235034314954&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116434235034314954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116434235034314954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-was-starry-night-in-wyoming.html' title='It Was A Starry Night in Wyoming'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-116355942622355583</id><published>2006-11-14T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:57:06.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been having trouble blogging and posting comments so bear with me.  I have almost buried us all in boxes and the dogs are acting so strangely.  They have taken to eating the trash and destroying the kids' stuffed animals that they keep swiping from their beds  They know something is up.  A. and Z. have been so helpful with packing and helping to control the dogs.  Sorry this is so short, but I have to get back to packing.  I hope all is well with everyone!  Happy Birthday, Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-116355942622355583?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/116355942622355583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=116355942622355583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116355942622355583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116355942622355583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-been-having-trouble-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-116300953625638511</id><published>2006-11-08T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:12:16.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH HAPPY DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/1600/images.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/320/images.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day in the politics of the United States!  Rumsfeld is gone, Democrats control the House and hopefully the Senate as well.  We can harbor feelings of hope that the people hired, as a result of the election, can and will make a difference.  The people have spoken.  We want change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-116300953625638511?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/116300953625638511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=116300953625638511&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116300953625638511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116300953625638511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-happy-day.html' title='OH HAPPY DAY!'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-116285673514603220</id><published>2006-11-06T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:45:35.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/1600/bushbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/320/bushbaby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo says it all.  We need a serious change in this corrupt administration.  I am going to vote and then tune in to the Midterm Midtacular on Comedy Central in the evening to watch the results.  I am hopeful that my fellow Americans will vote and we will restore the balance of power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-116285673514603220?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/116285673514603220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=116285673514603220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116285673514603220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116285673514603220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/11/vote.html' title='Vote!'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-116274080929627086</id><published>2006-11-05T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T07:33:29.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is difficult to post a blog entry when I have so many questions whirling around in my brain.  Do I take the kids to the Denver Zoo today or stay home and help Stucco navigate the streets of Seattle via the computer?  Should we rent a home or buy a home in Seattle?  Do I get a job at a preschool where I know I can get hired quickly, or do I try to get on at a hospital?  Should the kids and I fly out to Seattle next weekend to look for a house with Stucco and see the place before we actually move there?  If we don't find a home to rent, should we get an apartment for a few months?  Did I make the right decision by putting our chocolate lab back in a kennel?  (He just sits there with a defeated look on his face, no complaints, when we leave the house.)  Should we buy furniture, here at our favorite cheap place in town before we move, or do we try to find furniture in Seattle?  Do I try to find a Core Knowledge school in Seattle or just send the kids to the neighborhood school and supplement their education at home?   Chocolate or vanilla?  Coke or Pepsi?  Paper or plastic?  AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please note, I do realize that there are many people in the world who would give anything to have my problems.  I am thankful that I do not have to make the decision of whether to pay our bills or feed our family.  It just feels good to write-out what I have going on in my head just now.  I appreciate any thoughts from you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-116274080929627086?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/116274080929627086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=116274080929627086&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116274080929627086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116274080929627086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-is-difficult-to-post-blog-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-116244097321595189</id><published>2006-11-01T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:16:13.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaves, Leaves, Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/320/images.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the better part of the day clearing leaves from our backyard.  It was a tedious chore but well worth it.  The yard looks so much better.  This is just a boring test blog for Stucco.  Neener, neener, neener.  I was able to blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-116244097321595189?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/116244097321595189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=116244097321595189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116244097321595189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116244097321595189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/11/leaves-leaves-leaves.html' title='Leaves, Leaves, Leaves'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-116223720240675488</id><published>2006-10-30T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:40:02.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much To Do, So Little Time</title><content type='html'>I have always felt, as a parent, that the time from Halloween to New Years Day is such a blur.  This year is even worse because of the move.  (Can't wait to be with Stucco in Seattle! I am so jealous, my skin is turning green!)  I am supposed to be packing right now but I find that blogging is so much more fun.  We have been trying to keep busy so we don't miss Stucco so much.  (Not really working but oh well.)  On Fri. night, A. and I had the good fortune to be able to participate in a "sleep-in" at the Museum of Nature and Science with the Girl Scouts.  It was an event to help the girls learn about Engineering and how cool it would be to become an Engineer when they grow up.  A. left with the idea that she now wants to be a Biologist (way cool!)  It was great except for having to "sleep" on a concrete floor.  We left the museum Sat. morning and picked-up Z. from T. and C.'s house. He had a great time with M., and C. made cinnamon rolls for breakfast.  Z. loved them so much that he ate 4 for breakfast!  Thanks C. for spoiling him! ;)  After letting the pups out after 18 hours home alone inside (no accidents! WooHoo), we switched A.'s suitcase out and dropped her at a friends for another sleepover.  Z. and I headed up to the mountains with D., C. and J. for a Halloween Hike at the Lookout Mtn. Nature Center.  We hiked in the forest at night and solved "The Mystery of the Missing Pinecones."  The moon was a crescent shape and partially lit our way.  The wind was whipping through the Ponderosa pine trees so it sounded like ocean waves.  I love that sound!  When we were finished hiking, we had warm cider and popcorn inside the Nature Center. It was such a great experience! On Sun. Z. and I picked-up A. and went home for a bit of a rest before we went to a Halloween Party that evening.  The party was great and it gave A. and Z. another opportunity to wear their costumes (pictures will follow.)  All in all a very busy time.  My favorite time spent this weekend was guiding Stucco through the streets of Seattle on Google maps.  Then we compared the pictures, and it was almost like we were there with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-116223720240675488?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/116223720240675488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=116223720240675488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116223720240675488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116223720240675488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So Much To Do, So Little Time'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-116191689145933606</id><published>2006-10-26T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:41:31.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/1600/st-joseph-patron-saint-786168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/320/st-joseph-patron-saint-786168.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would classify myself as a spiritual person who no longer conforms to any particular religion.  However, I did take Pants' and KelKel's advice and I buried a statue of St. Joseph in the front yard.  Because he was a carpenter, he is also the Patron Saint of The Happy Home and Homesellers as well.  After A. and Z., and I buried him in the yard, we were inundated with showings and 3 couples with interest in possibly buying our home.  Today, after the inspection, one of the couples confirmed that they want to buy our home.  We will close on Nov. 22nd!  I am only left to conclude that St. Joseph heard our prayers and answered them.  We will dig him up on closing day and he will have a place of honor in our new home in Seattle.  Thank you, St. Joseph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-116191689145933606?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/116191689145933606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=116191689145933606&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116191689145933606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116191689145933606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-would-classify-myself-as-spiritual.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-116174105266979923</id><published>2006-10-24T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T18:50:52.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Seattle Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/1600/images-1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/320/images-1.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you stand it?  The Native Americans who live in the Pacific Northwest say that the mountains are their backyard, and the ocean is their front yard. I am so excited to explore the area and show A. and Z. the beautiful surroundings.  Seattle has a lot to offer a family like ours.  So much history and different maritime-type culture, the Public Market and sooo much yummy seafood!  Can't wait to get there.  I feel like a little kid at Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-116174105266979923?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/116174105266979923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=116174105266979923&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116174105266979923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116174105266979923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/10/seattle-start.html' title='A Seattle Start'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-116129223780182859</id><published>2006-10-19T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:10:37.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Meme From Pants</title><content type='html'>It goes like this:  This is your life in music.  Start your iTunes on shuffle and fill-in the songs as you just keep listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my life: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits- "Across the Bridge Where Angels Dwell"  Van Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up- "Wonderful"  Ashanti, Ja Rule, R. Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Day at School- "There She Goes"  Sixpence None The Richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling In Love- "Blood"  Sons and Daughters (Hmm... must've lost my virginity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song- "Inarticulate Speech of the Heart"  Van (I must not be a fighter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up-  "Bring Me To Life"  Evanescence (weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom-  "Bohemian Rhapsody"  Queen (I am a nerd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Good- "Hobohumpin Slobo Babe"  Whale  (Life is GOOD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown- "Caught"  Shona Laing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving- "Laid"  James (Heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback- "Take Me To the River"  Annie Lennox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Back Together- "Face Me"  Neil Diamond (a little embarassing to admit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding- "Let's Talk"  Salt-N-Peppa (Heh Stucco!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying the Dues- "If I Could"  Simon &amp; Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Night Before the War-  "On the Sunny side of the Street"  Billie Holiday (I really couldn't make this up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle- "This Woman's Work"  Kate Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment of Triumph- "America"  Simon &amp; Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene- "Christmas Canon"  Trans Siberian Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song- "All You Need is Love"  Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credits-  "Mas Alla"  Pat Metheny Group&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-116129223780182859?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/116129223780182859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=116129223780182859&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116129223780182859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116129223780182859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/10/funny-meme-from-pants.html' title='Funny Meme From Pants'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-116118880249467870</id><published>2006-10-18T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T09:26:42.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apple a Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/1600/images-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/320/images-1.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love apples but I ADORE red wine.  I am glad they have finally proven, beyond a doubt, that red wine has many great health benefits.  Drink up friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-116118880249467870?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/116118880249467870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=116118880249467870&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116118880249467870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116118880249467870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/10/apple-day.html' title='An Apple a Day...'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-116095276074188706</id><published>2006-10-15T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:52:40.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranky in Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is something I do not have in abundance.  I am really tired of waking up early to dust, vacuum, wash dishes, do laundry, sweep the garage, water the grass, rake the leaves etc. etc.  These are things I am doing daily to try to help sell our home.  It is getting really old.  I am grateful we are getting the showings and at least people seem interested in looking.  Hopefully the interest will turn to buying in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are fortunate to have friends like Pants, O., Andy, Mer, T., C., D., and M. to lend their homes as a place to "crash" when we have showings.  They have gotten an earful from us about the Denver market and we are grateful for their support.  To everyone who is sending out good thoughts for us, thank you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-116095276074188706?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/116095276074188706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=116095276074188706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116095276074188706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116095276074188706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/10/cranky-in-colorado.html' title='Cranky in Colorado'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-116045170017939095</id><published>2006-10-09T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:41:40.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sybil</title><content type='html'>So I am excited, scared, impatient, happy, exhausted, proud, aching and at any moment I feel as though I could puke.  EXCITED because we are moving to SEATTLE!!!  SCARED because relocating your whole life to an unfamiliar part of the country with 2 children is a bit overwhelming.  IMPATIENT because I want our house to sell quickly and this is a sucky market to sell a house in right now.  HAPPY because we are going to be so close to the coast where I have wanted to live for a very long time.  EXHAUSTED because I am working against 3 people and 3 dogs who don't understand that we need to keep the house immaculate in order to sell it.  PROUD because Stucco got the job so easily (they realized his enormous potential.)  I had to write that to give Stucco something to comment on that could be twisted into something pervy!)  ACHING because we have worked non-stop on this house trying to get it ready to sell.  Finally, my stomach feels like it is in knots and I hope the transition goes well.  Keep us in your thoughts and please understand if I am preoccupied and a bit non-communicative.  IT"S CALLED STRESS!!  But a good kind of stress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-116045170017939095?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/116045170017939095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=116045170017939095&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116045170017939095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116045170017939095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/10/sybil.html' title='Sybil'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-116027672218126246</id><published>2006-10-07T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:24:42.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/1600/DSC_0015.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/400/DSC_0015.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-116027672218126246?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/116027672218126246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=116027672218126246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116027672218126246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/116027672218126246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-115954554617794514</id><published>2006-09-29T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T08:59:06.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee runs through my veins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/1600/coffeeposter.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/320/coffeeposter.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-115954554617794514?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/115954554617794514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=115954554617794514&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/115954554617794514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/115954554617794514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/09/coffee-runs-through-my-veins.html' title='Coffee runs through my veins'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-115921493339106395</id><published>2006-09-25T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T13:08:53.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life" by Flavia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/1600/1-rockaway-pacifica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/320/1-rockaway-pacifica.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your heart wherever it takes you, and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Life is brief and very fragile, and only loaned to us for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up every morning with the thought that something wonderful is about to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-115921493339106395?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/115921493339106395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=115921493339106395&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/115921493339106395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/115921493339106395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-by-flavia.html' title='&quot;Life&quot; by Flavia'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-115872100067623094</id><published>2006-09-19T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:56:40.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/1600/Sarah-n-Mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/320/Sarah-n-Mommy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Twenty-two years ago today, my mother took her own life.  When I meet new people, I feel an overwhelming sense to reveal this fact about myself.  Yes, it is a fact about me.  I am the "suicide survivor."  This may be the reason I have a hard time letting people into my inner circle.  It is difficult to be a "motherless daughter," but in a sense, it is part of who I am.  It defines a small part of me.  Her name was Diane.  She was so kind, loving and caring.  She loved children and animals.  I can still picture her in the kitchen, cooking dinner, making cookies.  She made us laugh and comforted us when we cried.  She was a good person.  Every day I am thankful for my life and I will never forget her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-115872100067623094?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/115872100067623094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=115872100067623094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/115872100067623094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/115872100067623094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/09/twenty-two-years-ago-today-my-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-115681642504576648</id><published>2006-08-28T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T18:53:45.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Used to Blog But...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/1600/DSC01012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6284/3127/320/DSC01012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends!  After many busy days, I have finally found a few minutes to post a blog.  Between having to put Chessie and Toonces down, switching A. and Z.'s school, hosting family from out of town, and getting a new yellow lab puppy it has been rather chaotic around here. A. and Z. needed an environment that better suited their personalities and intellect.  They are now attending a great charter school in Douglas county.  They have to wear uniforms (yes, they will look back and probably hate us for making them attend a school that makes them wear uniforms but I will tell them it was so they didn't have to wear uniforms at their very lucrative jobs!) We are excited because they are actually learning history, science and poetry at the elementary level.   Our new lab's name is officially "Alia's Miss Daisy."  She is from a ranch in Wyoming.  She is very active and gives our other two labs a run for their money.  Stucco insists that I am becoming one of those "crazy dog people" and that I am "empty-nesting."  He's probably onto something there, but we are having fun with them none-the-less. Who knew that 3 labs could provide so much entertainment?   I hope everyone is well.  I will try to post more often now that A. and Z. are in school all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-115681642504576648?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/115681642504576648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=115681642504576648&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/115681642504576648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/115681642504576648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-used-to-blog-but.html' title='I Used to Blog But...'/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-115560484294791020</id><published>2006-08-14T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T18:20:42.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am having trouble becoming inspired to write.  I think it's because we are so busy, that when I find the time to write, I am too tired.  Bear with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-115560484294791020?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/115560484294791020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=115560484294791020&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/115560484294791020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/115560484294791020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-having-trouble-becoming-inspired.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-115509264825029813</id><published>2006-08-08T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:04:08.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wanted everone to know that today is our 14th wedding anniversary.  They have been the best years of my life.  Stucco, you're the best!  I'll "walrus" love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-115509264825029813?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/115509264825029813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=115509264825029813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/115509264825029813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/115509264825029813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-wanted-everone-to-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29378898.post-115506906512450199</id><published>2006-08-08T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T13:31:05.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Get out and vote!  Yes, the CO Primary Election is today.  I went to vote at the Wildlife Experience with the kids and we got in for free.  They have some really great exhibits and hands-on "stuff" for children.  A. and Z. and I had a wonderful time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29378898-115506906512450199?l=penseeandcreme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/feeds/115506906512450199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29378898&amp;postID=115506906512450199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/115506906512450199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29378898/posts/default/115506906512450199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penseeandcreme.blogspot.com/2006/08/get-out-and-vote-yes-co-primary.html' title=''/><author><name>Schmoopie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10907884170679447978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ew3XF0YtlOg/Sr7p-cW5-dI/AAAAAAAAAYc/L_gI-VqdrmU/S220/DSC_0092.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
