<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479</id><updated>2012-01-06T06:31:07.456-08:00</updated><category term='Marley'/><category term='Alisha'/><category term='Kristi'/><category term='Meeka'/><category term='Gun Control'/><category term='Jenni'/><category term='Elizabeth'/><category term='Seth'/><category term='Ember'/><category term='Sitani'/><category term='Preston'/><category term='Dalynn'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='Grace'/><category term='Obama Administration'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>"Man is, that he may have joy." ~ Book of Mormon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-6385150792531599295</id><published>2011-10-18T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T19:51:52.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Honey Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-820onw8zWs0/Tp45y2nLGcI/AAAAAAAABDk/pTUSG5qumiE/s1600/House%2BProjects%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665028927094725058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-820onw8zWs0/Tp45y2nLGcI/AAAAAAAABDk/pTUSG5qumiE/s400/House%2BProjects%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have had a five gallon bucket of honey in storage that wasn't usable because it had crystalized over the years but was still edible. (I am told ancient Egyptians stored honey that is considered edible even today ... probably one of the most preservable foods.) It tooks some extra umph to dig out the gooey globs from the bucket. Over a mild heat it returned to it's familiar state and then it was a matter of ladeling it into the funnel and into the freshly washed jars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664947727536379922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O3VyL7nfKuY/Tp3v8ar2WBI/AAAAAAAABCo/WN4rKJLpaDM/s400/House%2BProjects%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665028027603392850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUsgRucRIk4/Tp44-fvumVI/AAAAAAAABDY/2-hxsT0P40o/s400/honey%2B001.JPG" /&gt; It made 25 pints total which will be nice to have on cornbread this winter along with honey butter and other delights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1H7cQezZFQ/Tp3v7QBW9HI/AAAAAAAABCg/-Q37NX_F3dw/s1600/House%2BProjects%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-by_zKMqWCD4/Tp3v7CWHwcI/AAAAAAAABCQ/vB6KBWu9BO4/s1600/House%2BProjects%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-6385150792531599295?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/6385150792531599295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=6385150792531599295&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6385150792531599295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6385150792531599295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/10/honey-project.html' title='A Honey Project'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-820onw8zWs0/Tp45y2nLGcI/AAAAAAAABDk/pTUSG5qumiE/s72-c/House%2BProjects%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-9114252703647601462</id><published>2011-09-13T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T17:15:01.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Elegance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpsS1Uxzyo0/Tm_xx-K7Z4I/AAAAAAAABCI/i8b5kUgF358/s1600/5145399_CLENDNnK_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652001898177980290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpsS1Uxzyo0/Tm_xx-K7Z4I/AAAAAAAABCI/i8b5kUgF358/s400/5145399_CLENDNnK_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion, to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly, to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart, to bear all cheerfully, to all bravely await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual unbidden and unconscious grow up through the common. This is my symphony."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;William Henry Channing (1810 - 1884)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-9114252703647601462?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/9114252703647601462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=9114252703647601462&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/9114252703647601462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/9114252703647601462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-is-elegance.html' title='What is Elegance?'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpsS1Uxzyo0/Tm_xx-K7Z4I/AAAAAAAABCI/i8b5kUgF358/s72-c/5145399_CLENDNnK_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-5864906979853859627</id><published>2011-09-12T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T08:41:30.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday at the Roemhildt's</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651497458904823458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2qUdot31vDs/Tm4m_vcLdqI/AAAAAAAABBg/t0osfO1fep0/s400/Sweet%2BBirthday%2BCake%2521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For my 36th Birthday I spent the day with Gweneviere at the Zoo. Isn't she cute eating birthday cake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651497462224080706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cyw9S5cKWxc/Tm4m_7zjT0I/AAAAAAAABBw/THQGZfZvwkY/s400/Zoo%2BDay%2Bwith%2BGwen%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8W6TD0_AHc/Tm4nAfnRAiI/AAAAAAAABCA/kL5LiL8YUKM/s1600/Portland%2BPatrick%2BTrip%2BAug%2B2001%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651497471836226082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8W6TD0_AHc/Tm4nAfnRAiI/AAAAAAAABCA/kL5LiL8YUKM/s400/Portland%2BPatrick%2BTrip%2BAug%2B2001%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love cats and waterfalls too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsxh9b7L950/Tm4nAKpQVsI/AAAAAAAABB4/mX4Q_NnmyI0/s1600/Baby%2BLeopards.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651497466207426242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nsxh9b7L950/Tm4nAKpQVsI/AAAAAAAABB4/mX4Q_NnmyI0/s400/Baby%2BLeopards.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The baby leopard's were taking a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvPx3dP0jik/Tm4m_zWSeMI/AAAAAAAABBo/9bV7Wtkfx1o/s1600/Roemhilts%2Band%2BGrowing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651497459953858754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvPx3dP0jik/Tm4m_zWSeMI/AAAAAAAABBo/9bV7Wtkfx1o/s400/Roemhilts%2Band%2BGrowing.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So was baby Grace ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-5864906979853859627?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/5864906979853859627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=5864906979853859627&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5864906979853859627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5864906979853859627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/09/birthday-at-roemhildts.html' title='Birthday at the Roemhildt&apos;s'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2qUdot31vDs/Tm4m_vcLdqI/AAAAAAAABBg/t0osfO1fep0/s72-c/Sweet%2BBirthday%2BCake%2521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-8522544129718344058</id><published>2011-07-31T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T10:46:54.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone Creek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtDRoL77qc4/TjWU9INZUcI/AAAAAAAABBY/ROcE4CounKU/s1600/2011%2BYellowstone%2B015%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635574286620643778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtDRoL77qc4/TjWU9INZUcI/AAAAAAAABBY/ROcE4CounKU/s400/2011%2BYellowstone%2B015%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGOzIobZjok/TjWU87vXIuI/AAAAAAAABBQ/gbPMceHeKS4/s1600/Yellowstone%2BCreek%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635574283273446114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGOzIobZjok/TjWU87vXIuI/AAAAAAAABBQ/gbPMceHeKS4/s400/Yellowstone%2BCreek%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avYKTfMf4Eo/TjWU8m6n1-I/AAAAAAAABBI/kCSQMw57Dwo/s1600/Yellowstone%2BCreek%2B-%2BMika%2Band%2BMarley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635574277683533794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avYKTfMf4Eo/TjWU8m6n1-I/AAAAAAAABBI/kCSQMw57Dwo/s400/Yellowstone%2BCreek%2B-%2BMika%2Band%2BMarley.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d8cBD-jQTl4/TjWU8hA24II/AAAAAAAABBA/hLasnxZDXsc/s1600/Yellowstone%2BCreek%2B-%2BMika.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635574276099072130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d8cBD-jQTl4/TjWU8hA24II/AAAAAAAABBA/hLasnxZDXsc/s400/Yellowstone%2BCreek%2B-%2BMika.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaCUpS3glsI/TjWUf5Fsm6I/AAAAAAAABA4/_fK_xn4dA9E/s1600/Yellowstone%2BCreek%2B-%2BMaren%2BWise%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635573784345615266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaCUpS3glsI/TjWUf5Fsm6I/AAAAAAAABA4/_fK_xn4dA9E/s400/Yellowstone%2BCreek%2B-%2BMaren%2BWise%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lGqLM-LxfVg/TjWUfuI2yaI/AAAAAAAABAw/45MX5zAHYR0/s1600/Yellowstone%2BCreek%2B-%2BMaren%2BWise%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635573781406075298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lGqLM-LxfVg/TjWUfuI2yaI/AAAAAAAABAw/45MX5zAHYR0/s400/Yellowstone%2BCreek%2B-%2BMaren%2BWise%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3i9zSdy3N4k/TjWUfaCj7PI/AAAAAAAABAo/UFCBtoV78nw/s1600/Yellowstone%2BCreek.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635573768322095842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36Xv6SD69Pc/TjWUe9ZZGuI/AAAAAAAABAY/nGPuwpJ0ZJc/s400/Alisha%2BCreekside.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-8522544129718344058?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/8522544129718344058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=8522544129718344058&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8522544129718344058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8522544129718344058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/07/yellowstone-creek.html' title='Yellowstone Creek'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtDRoL77qc4/TjWU9INZUcI/AAAAAAAABBY/ROcE4CounKU/s72-c/2011%2BYellowstone%2B015%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-1738600805621157430</id><published>2011-07-25T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T09:34:00.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way to Yellowstone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633326897051747970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_4r9wCw-0o/Ti2Y91psRoI/AAAAAAAAA_w/7C14hGsythY/s400/Teton%2BRange.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture doesn't do justice, but if you look closely there is a range of mountains in the distance; it's the Tetons. We stopped to catch the view and to let the kids wiggle, and they did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633326907970531042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5iru03Mh7o/Ti2Y-eU7ruI/AAAAAAAAA_4/h5cKZQHJgFY/s400/2011%2BYellowstone%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633326912838295826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pQl69fkftR4/Ti2Y-wdf4RI/AAAAAAAABAI/uZD2IGkU5I4/s400/Yellowstone%2BDrive%2Bwith%2BSugies.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over the two days, we did a lot of driving and it was sweet to see Marley and Sitani look after their brother. All of the cousins were kind and willing to share with each other, not like these chipmunks we observed fighting over their acorn...or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633326918973815058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3rdVWC8hPmk/Ti2Y_HUUeRI/AAAAAAAABAQ/sxVeXfyqlec/s400/Yellowstone%2BChipmunk%2BDance.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E9wC_04qBM4/Ti2Y-g3EyBI/AAAAAAAABAA/xNzxJ8iqGkw/s1600/2011%2BYellowstone%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633326908650604562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E9wC_04qBM4/Ti2Y-g3EyBI/AAAAAAAABAA/xNzxJ8iqGkw/s400/2011%2BYellowstone%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Alisha were reunited, post her graduation exodus to Washington last Spring and got to spend hours driving together, just the two of them. This is them being silly, reflective and having fun over breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-1738600805621157430?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/1738600805621157430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=1738600805621157430&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/1738600805621157430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/1738600805621157430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-way-to-yellowstone.html' title='On the way to Yellowstone...'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_4r9wCw-0o/Ti2Y91psRoI/AAAAAAAAA_w/7C14hGsythY/s72-c/Teton%2BRange.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-2941277956221730049</id><published>2011-07-24T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T17:22:23.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesa Falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633076190053527250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dra3sGbZRDQ/Tiy08xTZ7tI/AAAAAAAAA_g/6nkFDeiMQVk/s400/2011%2BYellowstone%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elijah, Sitani &amp;amp; Marley Sugie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633076187358799730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jvqUrobYIvU/Tiy08nQ7p3I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/qNRP8IvseBA/s400/Mesa%2BFalls%2BCabin%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633076187006615570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LMnQpDt7Qas/Tiy08l89wBI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/mURMRIdXBo0/s400/Mesa%2BFalls%2B-%2BSugies.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama Sugie getting some baby love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633076185221233602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IDRB7uIUSRE/Tiy08fTS-8I/AAAAAAAAA_I/dzf6NEp0om4/s400/Mesa%2BFalls%2B-%2BMika%2BDalynn%2Band%2BEmber.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mika, Dalynn and Ember on hip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633076175853001282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHePqZwV1uQ/Tiy078ZvGkI/AAAAAAAAA_A/feCuz86qe2E/s400/Mesa%2BFalls%2B-%2BTessha.JPG" /&gt; Tesh and the Falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3HhHdWNKAQw/TiyyOsJUgnI/AAAAAAAAA-4/uIJmxqOiJas/s1600/Mesa%2BFalls%2B5.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to be an amateur waterfall hunter, if you will, when I lived in Portland. A good friend and I would take long Sunday afternoon drives with our waterfall book to search out every last one of them; to say "we've been there, done that. Check." It was the best of memories to have of life in Portland. This is an ode of sorts to those days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633076769066703490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--DWKOSGtFmA/Tiy1eeS52oI/AAAAAAAAA_o/0KaSTlPJhRE/s400/Mesa%2BFalls%2B7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hadn't thought of Idaho as having waterfalls (at least compared to Oregon and the Great Northwest). We'll here's a pretty impressive one Dad showed me last year. Mom and I took Alisha, Kristi, Dalynn and kids by there on our trek up to Yellowstone this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633073181109753074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3zH9RghxV4/TiyyNoHTlPI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/4KVHb5ywNNw/s400/Mesa%2BFalls%2B1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633073186825924290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DNPmGPRdcf8/TiyyN9aJbsI/AAAAAAAAA-g/QDJDCF2a3W0/s400/Mesa%2BFalls%2B2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633073195757186914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-phMVlkH8e0g/TiyyOerhr2I/AAAAAAAAA-o/IePo80lnUFA/s400/Mesa%2BFalls%2B3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBe-KIzYmFs/TiyyORbW8CI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ttx2K6XFBpM/s1600/Mesa%2BFalls%2B4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633073192199712802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBe-KIzYmFs/TiyyORbW8CI/AAAAAAAAA-w/ttx2K6XFBpM/s400/Mesa%2BFalls%2B4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbnz0pw6EZ8/TiyxpwHr_3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/tXTX5sdN98E/s1600/Mesa%2BFalls%2B6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633072564783546226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbnz0pw6EZ8/TiyxpwHr_3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/tXTX5sdN98E/s400/Mesa%2BFalls%2B6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-escK6XiAKfc/TiyxphkzgkI/AAAAAAAAA-A/zgaiJ87ybYo/s1600/Mesa%2BFalls%2B15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633072560879141442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-escK6XiAKfc/TiyxphkzgkI/AAAAAAAAA-A/zgaiJ87ybYo/s400/Mesa%2BFalls%2B15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G7ITrn8qmoY/TiyxpBt8uAI/AAAAAAAAA9w/lI5NECVV0QI/s1600/Mesa%2BFalls%2Bdown%2Briver.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633072552327559170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G7ITrn8qmoY/TiyxpBt8uAI/AAAAAAAAA9w/lI5NECVV0QI/s400/Mesa%2BFalls%2Bdown%2Briver.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-2941277956221730049?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/2941277956221730049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=2941277956221730049&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/2941277956221730049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/2941277956221730049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/07/mesa-falls.html' title='Mesa Falls'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dra3sGbZRDQ/Tiy08xTZ7tI/AAAAAAAAA_g/6nkFDeiMQVk/s72-c/2011%2BYellowstone%2B042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-3850064701705578434</id><published>2011-07-15T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:12:56.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woodhouse Girls &amp; Baby Jordan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been adopted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPdw78kg3gI/TiBjse3pBFI/AAAAAAAAA9o/wclGjWfLe6o/s1600/Woodhouses%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629609150064952402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPdw78kg3gI/TiBjse3pBFI/AAAAAAAAA9o/wclGjWfLe6o/s400/Woodhouses%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This family in our ward, the Woodhouse's have taken me out to shoot my first gun, and had me over a handful of times to be with them and their kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night, David (the dad) called and said, "My wife is going crazy." (They have a newborn and a quiver full...) "Can you come over and stay with the girls while I take her out?" I'm like YES! Time with these kids... Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgOCppl8p8M/TiBjishPy-I/AAAAAAAAA9g/fCPtoKr8QoU/s1600/Woodhouses%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629608981930429410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zgOCppl8p8M/TiBjishPy-I/AAAAAAAAA9g/fCPtoKr8QoU/s400/Woodhouses%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a summer evening walk. I hoisted Jordan on the baby carrier. Ever helpful Mariah took turns with Grace to push baby Rose in the stroller. When one was pushing, the other was busy taking pictures with my camera of our neighborhood. Look what they found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxrzEMpepKU/TiBjiX35GvI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/MrinbwNIA-s/s1600/Woodhouses%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629608976388266738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HxrzEMpepKU/TiBjiX35GvI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/MrinbwNIA-s/s400/Woodhouses%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8AhdT0FGqLU/TiBjiMTD-_I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/qvRtdSGbxgI/s1600/Woodhouses%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629608973281000434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8AhdT0FGqLU/TiBjiMTD-_I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/qvRtdSGbxgI/s400/Woodhouses%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Irish Princess Grace - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her crown even says Irish Princess. She wore it all evening. I gotta get me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629608963780944866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xqPeU68wtKw/TiBjho6Eo-I/AAAAAAAAA9I/CBVmtUZ6k8g/s400/Woodhouses%2B005.JPG" /&gt;Baby Rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Content just to be outside and with her sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMFtTH91ZEA/TiBjhXaorMI/AAAAAAAAA9A/f7xjwQOjvcw/s1600/Woodhouses%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629608959085685954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMFtTH91ZEA/TiBjhXaorMI/AAAAAAAAA9A/f7xjwQOjvcw/s400/Woodhouses%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helpful Mariah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's gorgeous. She thinks of what needs to be done. She offers to help. She fed the baby. She pushed Rose. She made sure Grace got a turn. She's growing into a fine young lady. Couldn't have done it with out her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-3850064701705578434?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/3850064701705578434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=3850064701705578434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/3850064701705578434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/3850064701705578434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/07/woodhouse-girls-baby-jordan.html' title='The Woodhouse Girls &amp; Baby Jordan'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPdw78kg3gI/TiBjse3pBFI/AAAAAAAAA9o/wclGjWfLe6o/s72-c/Woodhouses%2B023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-710053543127383032</id><published>2011-07-12T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T10:45:15.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brigham City is Getting a Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After we came home from seeing Will and Jenni at the race I made the last leg of the trip back to Orem to return Sitani to his parents, which they were grateful for. (Thanks, guys for letting us enjoy him! He's a good traveler and helper.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628521312095283858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9o0z3t3W62w/ThyGT-onqpI/AAAAAAAAA84/NcoznL2Nl3A/s400/Brigham%2BCity.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I moseyed home through Ogden, staying a night at Wolf Creek, just me, myself and my ever packed travel bags. It was quiet and refreshing. I took a long hot bath, read scriptures, wrote in my journal and zoned out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I then drove to Logan to see Grandma for a few minutes, stopping at this temple construction site first. It's really coming along...reminds me a bit of SLC, only modern. I thought you'd like to see a picture. Cool, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-710053543127383032?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/710053543127383032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=710053543127383032&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/710053543127383032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/710053543127383032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/07/brigham-city-is-getting-temple.html' title='Brigham City is Getting a Temple'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9o0z3t3W62w/ThyGT-onqpI/AAAAAAAAA84/NcoznL2Nl3A/s72-c/Brigham%2BCity.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-4953186993248160490</id><published>2011-07-10T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T15:59:05.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will's 100 Western States Ultra-Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JdfMmuVuDgE/ThorbKecjNI/AAAAAAAAA8w/C2j1B16s5wA/s1600/2011%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In June Mom, Dad, Sitani and I went to Lake Tahoe area to see Will take off on the Western States 100 mile ultra-marathon. This was his 2nd 100 miler, but the first time in this race. It's a lottery draw to see who get's in and he got picked! People come from all over the world to run through the Sierra's. It's one of the oldest ultra's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627857686046561842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDIuyVfq4xo/Thoqv29B1jI/AAAAAAAAA8I/LyvLcUUyGpg/s400/2011%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He left at 5 am and ran all day. He met up with his pacer and ran throught he night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627857689834409554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M-9ONwg_LOY/ThoqwFEHzlI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/rh8kg0KZcWs/s400/2011%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627858413453341266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFFuDle8jqc/ThoraMwUclI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/GRjKcA802uc/s400/2011%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627858415402314194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cjtDpZumzK0/ThoraUA_adI/AAAAAAAAA8g/paabWvoFlGc/s400/2011%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We met them along the route for quick hellos and good job cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627858423806477570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2q7R6WojsjY/ThorazUsxQI/AAAAAAAAA8o/e3_isMAJ1wA/s400/2011%2B015.JPG" /&gt; Like I said, quick. They were in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627857673973551810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bvhhGyDoZQk/ThoqvJ-mUsI/AAAAAAAAA74/Wrqpnzbssl0/s400/2011%2B006.JPG" /&gt;This was Sitani's first big trip with Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa. Let's just say he got to go to McDonald's more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lzbja57cQEY/ThoqvRG_MsI/AAAAAAAAA8A/jAJWP3WK4Es/s1600/2011%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627857675887784642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lzbja57cQEY/ThoqvRG_MsI/AAAAAAAAA8A/jAJWP3WK4Es/s400/2011%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ever supportive and loving wife, Jenni with baby Taylor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jenni is an all-around gem. She was busy making our "crew" shirts, running last minute errands, juggling babies, naps an everything else that goes with the spouse role. We love her for being such a great mom to her boys and wife to our brother Will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDKVUZvDwag/Thoqu1MAYFI/AAAAAAAAA7w/_kV4vn5d_Bs/s1600/2011%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627857668392640594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDKVUZvDwag/Thoqu1MAYFI/AAAAAAAAA7w/_kV4vn5d_Bs/s400/2011%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look what Sitani found at the gas station. Hello Uncle Mark! Wish you were here... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-4953186993248160490?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/4953186993248160490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=4953186993248160490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/4953186993248160490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/4953186993248160490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/07/wills-100-western-states-ultra-marathon.html' title='Will&apos;s 100 Western States Ultra-Marathon'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lDIuyVfq4xo/Thoqv29B1jI/AAAAAAAAA8I/LyvLcUUyGpg/s72-c/2011%2B025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-1862491517390758216</id><published>2011-07-08T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T17:02:09.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Blackberry Pie with Omaei &amp; Kalani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u47FkZl1QbE/TheYUeMNUKI/AAAAAAAAA7o/jxZs9euoU6I/s1600/2011%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6WWYx-mrjQQ/TheYT3fBzFI/AAAAAAAAA7g/eZ3YTMDx8Hw/s1600/2011%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627133726501751890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6WWYx-mrjQQ/TheYT3fBzFI/AAAAAAAAA7g/eZ3YTMDx8Hw/s400/2011%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Mark and Aunt Peggy brought the girls up for a weekend visit. I got them for the day while they did a session in the new Rexburg Temple. We kept busy in the kitchen with some of my best recipies. Yum, blackberry pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(We're not sure how Kalani got so much flour on herself.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-guK2zb_Tv4Q/TheYTauzuPI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/hUtAqU1gCT0/s1600/2011%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627133718783310066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-guK2zb_Tv4Q/TheYTauzuPI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/hUtAqU1gCT0/s400/2011%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omaei was recently baptized. I got to speak at her baptism, a highlight for me. Here she stirs the chicken enchilada makings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uddmpuCC-sQ/TheYS8VqFNI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/TA3feS8aaxc/s1600/2011%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627133710624756946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uddmpuCC-sQ/TheYS8VqFNI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/TA3feS8aaxc/s400/2011%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two sisters are close. I enjoyed spending time with them. It will be fun to watch them as they grow into young ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-1862491517390758216?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/1862491517390758216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=1862491517390758216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/1862491517390758216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/1862491517390758216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/07/making-blackberry-pie-with-omaei-kalani.html' title='Making Blackberry Pie with Omaei &amp; Kalani'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6WWYx-mrjQQ/TheYT3fBzFI/AAAAAAAAA7g/eZ3YTMDx8Hw/s72-c/2011%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-445611883068267295</id><published>2011-07-05T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T05:27:51.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bambourgh Castle, England</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625837534499001106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nqLe445xKk/ThL9bj_fUxI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/iAmsx_tsNe8/s400/Bumbrough%2BCastle%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;Apparetently Bambourgh Castle is reported to be haunted. There are several stories of ghost encounters. One of the daughters of a nobleman committed suicide at a young age by jumping off the outerwall when she was forbidden to marry her love. There's more to the story than that but she has beem reported to be seen on the grounds and has been heard crying in the hallways. It was a little spooky at times. I found myself checking corners and getting nervous when the others went ahead of me on the self guided tour... So unlike me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625837543330232978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTt52D-3XIs/ThL9cE5BOpI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/_L5pcxGF3PI/s400/Bamburgh%2BCastle%2BDrive.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lighting wasn't very good for pictures but I took some anyway of the tapesties, french furniture and other luxuries of their day, including a fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625840251697993954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4XJ5qVSP-Ug/ThL_5uWNmOI/AAAAAAAAA7I/zzKQiSUkHf0/s400/French%2BBench%2B%2526%2BTapestry.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625837562141073970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5VeLtD2MYs/ThL9dK934jI/AAAAAAAAA6o/U79Dus6Kgjg/s400/Bamburgh%2BCastle%2BStairs%2Band%2BTapestry.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625840241734378402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xMo7bkFSlwo/ThL_5JOs46I/AAAAAAAAA7A/95IDVhXTpfU/s400/Bamburgh%2BVase.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625837553055809170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-etcVnw6rdtw/ThL9cpHxvpI/AAAAAAAAA6g/SohwHpxBHZQ/s400/Bumburgh%2BCastle%2BFridge.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625840232551102098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YcPYCn_Nx-Q/ThL_4nBPNpI/AAAAAAAAA64/jln3qzs0eEw/s400/Bamburgh%2BCastle%2BView%2Bof%2BGrace%2527s%2BIsland.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;View of Grace's Island from the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7GMqiT10QeE/ThL9bdBB3TI/AAAAAAAAA6I/QxDS1pOx9BE/s1600/Bumbrough%2BCastle%2BVista.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625837532626410802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7GMqiT10QeE/ThL9bdBB3TI/AAAAAAAAA6I/QxDS1pOx9BE/s400/Bumbrough%2BCastle%2BVista.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie Darling is a story of a young Lighthouse Keeper's teen daughter who rows out to a shipwreck in all heroics during a violent storm. She saves the lives of a few dozen people. She has gone down in history as a true English legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-445611883068267295?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/445611883068267295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=445611883068267295&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/445611883068267295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/445611883068267295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/07/bambourgh-castle-england.html' title='Bambourgh Castle, England'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nqLe445xKk/ThL9bj_fUxI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/iAmsx_tsNe8/s72-c/Bumbrough%2BCastle%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-9074147392460260201</id><published>2011-07-04T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T09:37:49.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warkworth Castle, England</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zqqc8TZtHvU/ThHoiCAiSlI/AAAAAAAAA6A/66fPyER-pGg/s1600/Warkworth%2BCastle%2BEntrance%2BView.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625533080914774610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zqqc8TZtHvU/ThHoiCAiSlI/AAAAAAAAA6A/66fPyER-pGg/s400/Warkworth%2BCastle%2BEntrance%2BView.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our castle tour we spent a good hour or more exploring this fortress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hYu_0HKI-sQ/ThHoSuW_WzI/AAAAAAAAA54/6aRiLKXdXAA/s1600/Warkworth%2BCastle%2BIlluminated%2BStairs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625532817942207282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hYu_0HKI-sQ/ThHoSuW_WzI/AAAAAAAAA54/6aRiLKXdXAA/s400/Warkworth%2BCastle%2BIlluminated%2BStairs.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The natural light in this stairwell reflecting off the almost while stone was like seeing a masterpiece of artwork. It must have been a highlight in the home and a showpiece in it's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGAOHU7xouU/ThHoSZjnpJI/AAAAAAAAA5w/qXh8X0oRx5k/s1600/Warkworth%2BCastle%2BEntrance%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625532812358034578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JGAOHU7xouU/ThHoSZjnpJI/AAAAAAAAA5w/qXh8X0oRx5k/s400/Warkworth%2BCastle%2BEntrance%2B%25284%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castle stonework and entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvJuvrwAgSI/ThHoR3iWG9I/AAAAAAAAA5o/1GDwYZGJJG0/s1600/Warkworth%2BCastle%2BDeco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625532803225885650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jvJuvrwAgSI/ThHoR3iWG9I/AAAAAAAAA5o/1GDwYZGJJG0/s400/Warkworth%2BCastle%2BDeco.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what's left of the family crest and symbols on a tower wall inside the courtyard, where any visitor would be reminded of this particular family's grand legacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CHyWzgLIA20/ThHoRfI1E8I/AAAAAAAAA5g/YogFkeqjaz4/s1600/Warkworth%2BCastle%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625532796676412354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CHyWzgLIA20/ThHoRfI1E8I/AAAAAAAAA5g/YogFkeqjaz4/s400/Warkworth%2BCastle%2B%25285%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just a snapshot of a sign depicting what life might have looked like inside the castle walls in the inter courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5hPoLcJ5eC4/ThHoQyFDOrI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/wwSp_Vez0Do/s1600/Warkworth%2BCastle%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625532784580967090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5hPoLcJ5eC4/ThHoQyFDOrI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/wwSp_Vez0Do/s400/Warkworth%2BCastle%2B%25284%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4EOQLGAfD0/ThHniOELryI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/XKgrfP8iqVY/s1600/Warkworth%2BHearth.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625531984639668002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4EOQLGAfD0/ThHniOELryI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/XKgrfP8iqVY/s400/Warkworth%2BHearth.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of a dozen fireplaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nH7yhpqtAWY/ThHnhyqckvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/rHHj6FuR3Mc/s1600/Warkworth%2BCatle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625531977283965682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nH7yhpqtAWY/ThHnhyqckvI/AAAAAAAAA5I/rHHj6FuR3Mc/s400/Warkworth%2BCatle.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNnldnKlJA8/ThHnhvvx58I/AAAAAAAAA5A/utuEDltCTOQ/s1600/Warkworth%2BCastle%2BWindows.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625531976501028802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNnldnKlJA8/ThHnhvvx58I/AAAAAAAAA5A/utuEDltCTOQ/s400/Warkworth%2BCastle%2BWindows.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kjVedyYi7_k/ThHnhPlpuCI/AAAAAAAAA44/W9Y3B--fN-E/s1600/Warkworth%2BCastle%2B%2526%2BGuard%2BDan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625531967868614690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kjVedyYi7_k/ThHnhPlpuCI/AAAAAAAAA44/W9Y3B--fN-E/s400/Warkworth%2BCastle%2B%2526%2BGuard%2BDan.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the guards tower where they can shoot an arrow through the small opening if needed. This is just above the front enterance. Dan is exploring the room for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b2O0G291NWU/ThHng2nReHI/AAAAAAAAA4w/V_7NmZg3GH0/s1600/Dan%2B%2526%2BChris.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625531961164527730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b2O0G291NWU/ThHng2nReHI/AAAAAAAAA4w/V_7NmZg3GH0/s400/Dan%2B%2526%2BChris.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and Chris from a vantage point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kctV5F9vYlg/ThHmwdqhTnI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xSGbksJ5JKw/s1600/More%2BSecret%2BPassage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625531129833541234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kctV5F9vYlg/ThHmwdqhTnI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xSGbksJ5JKw/s400/More%2BSecret%2BPassage.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a back passage way that connects the chapel room and the basement warehouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBGANjGZ6NI/ThHmv_gYvdI/AAAAAAAAA4g/bjeuBFCqAVE/s1600/Warkworth%2BKitchen%2BWindows.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625531121737973202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gBGANjGZ6NI/ThHmv_gYvdI/AAAAAAAAA4g/bjeuBFCqAVE/s400/Warkworth%2BKitchen%2BWindows.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually in the kitchen. There were several pantries and rooms associated with the food prep but this one was the largest. I'm glad they had some windows! The multiple fireplaces in this one room would have been super smokey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WSSDzIKzrU/ThHmvb5YC8I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ZFICEmNuAJ8/s1600/Warkworth%2BWine%2BCellar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625531112179108802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WSSDzIKzrU/ThHmvb5YC8I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ZFICEmNuAJ8/s400/Warkworth%2BWine%2BCellar.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in this room they likely would have stored a year's supply of wine or preserved foods. They would stock enough to support not only the large family but others should they be underseige. Just another reminder to get your year's supply of food storage together if you haven't already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhwNfgaU6Pw/ThHmu26BUyI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/DUrViEZ7DOo/s1600/Warkworth%2BOcean%2BVista.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625531102249702178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhwNfgaU6Pw/ThHmu26BUyI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/DUrViEZ7DOo/s400/Warkworth%2BOcean%2BVista.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vista from one of the castle windows. That's the East England ocean out at a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GGc4bHmU-4s/ThHmuvgJvNI/AAAAAAAAA4I/zLRF7Zry8Ao/s1600/Warkworth%2BView.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625531100262153426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GGc4bHmU-4s/ThHmuvgJvNI/AAAAAAAAA4I/zLRF7Zry8Ao/s400/Warkworth%2BView.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and evergreen England countryside as seen from the castle windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-9074147392460260201?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/9074147392460260201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=9074147392460260201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/9074147392460260201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/9074147392460260201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/07/warkworth-castle-england.html' title='Warkworth Castle, England'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zqqc8TZtHvU/ThHoiCAiSlI/AAAAAAAAA6A/66fPyER-pGg/s72-c/Warkworth%2BCastle%2BEntrance%2BView.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-2299967326629736227</id><published>2011-07-01T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T22:12:51.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogwarts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1WaR7TukjQ/Tg6oVsrKCCI/AAAAAAAAA4A/-AHTQoeWRpE/s1600/Harry%2BPotter%2527s%2BCastle%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624618075355220002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1WaR7TukjQ/Tg6oVsrKCCI/AAAAAAAAA4A/-AHTQoeWRpE/s400/Harry%2BPotter%2527s%2BCastle%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day we took a castle tour up the east coast of England. This is the castle that they filmed / based Hogwarts off of in the Harry Potter film series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6ZAfFkf4IE/Tg6oUw09iWI/AAAAAAAAA34/nvUVOuWkmRQ/s1600/Harry%2BPotter%2527s%2BCastle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624618059290216802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S6ZAfFkf4IE/Tg6oUw09iWI/AAAAAAAAA34/nvUVOuWkmRQ/s400/Harry%2BPotter%2527s%2BCastle.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNTWPC1K5tU/Tg6oURYd-0I/AAAAAAAAA3w/ZYqTWUytMQ8/s1600/Dan%2B%2526%2BChystal%2B%2526%2BHarry%2BPotter%2527s%2BCastle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624618050849209154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UNTWPC1K5tU/Tg6oURYd-0I/AAAAAAAAA3w/ZYqTWUytMQ8/s400/Dan%2B%2526%2BChystal%2B%2526%2BHarry%2BPotter%2527s%2BCastle.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jdfE6aCi62o/Tg6oUC2hKxI/AAAAAAAAA3o/UP23HvDeYxg/s1600/Harry%2BPotter%2527s%2BCastle%2Bfrom%2Bthe%2Bbridge%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623471888641163090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJBg76y4MDI/TgqV42bZ_1I/AAAAAAAAA3A/AqoI3qwMxKw/s400/Beach%2BPath.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623471893044804434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q0R0SakLfAU/TgqV5G1UO1I/AAAAAAAAA3I/unXd9fNmZyY/s400/Beach%2BPath%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623471906630650978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TxnbJOQNtDI/TgqV55cbzGI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/VNIb5HLksL8/s400/Beach%2B%25285%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623471902121523346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-anZ7mA-qVIo/TgqV5opX-JI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/yxlIsf1uA38/s400/Beach.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-001NcRjP8T4/TgqV6B0fucI/AAAAAAAAA3g/NZMcGuf6k3I/s1600/Beach%2BJog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623471908879055298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-001NcRjP8T4/TgqV6B0fucI/AAAAAAAAA3g/NZMcGuf6k3I/s400/Beach%2BJog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-576246499090656674?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/576246499090656674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=576246499090656674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/576246499090656674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/576246499090656674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/06/englands-northern-east-coast-beach-in.html' title='England&apos;s Northern East Coast Beach in February'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJBg76y4MDI/TgqV42bZ_1I/AAAAAAAAA3A/AqoI3qwMxKw/s72-c/Beach%2BPath.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-2681889733318035230</id><published>2011-06-14T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:57:52.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hadran's Wall, England</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_e6dlxiMiFI/TfhISOAhAEI/AAAAAAAAA24/e1hUad1LKxc/s1600/Roman%2BBath%2BHouse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618320012979798082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_e6dlxiMiFI/TfhISOAhAEI/AAAAAAAAA24/e1hUad1LKxc/s400/Roman%2BBath%2BHouse.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day we spent visitingHadran's Wall, a series of old Roman forts connected by wall segments spanning the narrowest part of England, also marking the northern boundary to the Roman Empire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is The Bath House ruins, which had heated features, steam rooms and other luxuries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-baYGH_49gks/TfhIRcxkY0I/AAAAAAAAA2w/F7ZF6F-bJX4/s1600/Hadran%2527s%2BWall%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618319999763768130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-baYGH_49gks/TfhIRcxkY0I/AAAAAAAAA2w/F7ZF6F-bJX4/s400/Hadran%2527s%2BWall%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The General's Quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jmTrrfHXcLo/TfhIQ9g45HI/AAAAAAAAA2o/A4mss-JQGPw/s1600/Hadran%2527s%2BWall%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618319991372309618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jmTrrfHXcLo/TfhIQ9g45HI/AAAAAAAAA2o/A4mss-JQGPw/s400/Hadran%2527s%2BWall%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ABPbIj-OK6E/TfhIJBhTC8I/AAAAAAAAA2g/JbDau0-vxHk/s1600/Hadran%2527s%2BWall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618319855008811970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ABPbIj-OK6E/TfhIJBhTC8I/AAAAAAAAA2g/JbDau0-vxHk/s400/Hadran%2527s%2BWall.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wall goes from coast to coast for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TSG0CsNHnqA/TfhIIi7jTcI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/5A3Wv9Byy7c/s1600/Hat%2BQuest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618319846797430210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TSG0CsNHnqA/TfhIIi7jTcI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/5A3Wv9Byy7c/s400/Hat%2BQuest.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterwards, we vetured to find a custom hat shop for Dan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was one of the unique "off the beaten bath" places we went to on our quest. It's a town in the middle of no where...kind of like Paisley only older and greener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-2681889733318035230?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/2681889733318035230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=2681889733318035230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/2681889733318035230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/2681889733318035230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/06/hadrans-wall-england.html' title='Hadran&apos;s Wall, England'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_e6dlxiMiFI/TfhISOAhAEI/AAAAAAAAA24/e1hUad1LKxc/s72-c/Roman%2BBath%2BHouse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-6506780871385471159</id><published>2011-06-13T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T11:33:42.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countryside Drive, England</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MYKtR1Y9q8E/TfZXfWgQYQI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Rm3XjNvQNuU/s1600/Stone%2BCircle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617773781319704834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MYKtR1Y9q8E/TfZXfWgQYQI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Rm3XjNvQNuU/s400/Stone%2BCircle.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day we drove out to see a stone circle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVHa-UG2OSY/TfZXe1uI_vI/AAAAAAAAA2I/7v7iwxE_uKc/s1600/Stone%2BCircle%2BDrive.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617773772519571186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVHa-UG2OSY/TfZXe1uI_vI/AAAAAAAAA2I/7v7iwxE_uKc/s400/Stone%2BCircle%2BDrive.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The landscape was moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3-N07xprl1I/TfZXeCHPzrI/AAAAAAAAA2A/CgcUc2jpEXQ/s1600/Stone%2BCircle%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617773758666231474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3-N07xprl1I/TfZXeCHPzrI/AAAAAAAAA2A/CgcUc2jpEXQ/s400/Stone%2BCircle%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgWMZGlZ71w/TfZXd5QJPsI/AAAAAAAAA14/95eIq6PnERs/s1600/Stone%2BCircle%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617773756287631042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgWMZGlZ71w/TfZXd5QJPsI/AAAAAAAAA14/95eIq6PnERs/s400/Stone%2BCircle%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-6506780871385471159?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/6506780871385471159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=6506780871385471159&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6506780871385471159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6506780871385471159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/06/countryside-drive-england.html' title='Countryside Drive, England'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MYKtR1Y9q8E/TfZXfWgQYQI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Rm3XjNvQNuU/s72-c/Stone%2BCircle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-8803119046971216696</id><published>2011-06-07T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T09:51:38.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newcastle, England</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQtnnWsResc/Te5TYqGeNXI/AAAAAAAAA1w/7IXo6RcbK_U/s1600/Scotland%2BEngland%2BParis%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615517468460987762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQtnnWsResc/Te5TYqGeNXI/AAAAAAAAA1w/7IXo6RcbK_U/s400/Scotland%2BEngland%2BParis%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a blustery day but we went out anyway. Chrystal and I are pictured here standing on the roof top of Newcastle's Castle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ud9OcSOzeU/Te5TYMDiRiI/AAAAAAAAA1o/CMFic2WVVCs/s1600/Newcastle%2BVista.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615517460395607586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ud9OcSOzeU/Te5TYMDiRiI/AAAAAAAAA1o/CMFic2WVVCs/s400/Newcastle%2BVista.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the cathederal clocktower standing next door to the castle and viewed from the rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mrCYdT_IR-g/Te5TXsbuC3I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Dhp24Vx7q9o/s1600/Newcastle%2BCathedral.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615517451907107698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mrCYdT_IR-g/Te5TXsbuC3I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Dhp24Vx7q9o/s400/Newcastle%2BCathedral.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of architeture details in the cathederal. This is just one piece that stood out to me. I enjoyed the stonework very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQsyfrHLtck/Te5TXM_7rbI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Hq-I2I0Zs7I/s1600/Dan%2B%2526%2BChystal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615517443469061554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQsyfrHLtck/Te5TXM_7rbI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Hq-I2I0Zs7I/s400/Dan%2B%2526%2BChystal.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep. That's Dan's tongue as he's affectionately closing in on Chrystal. It must be true love! We had so much fun laughing and playing. The bridge they are on connects the castle courtyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6T0P0wtIeE/Te5SQ_v8MZI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/mDewtsHH1UI/s1600/Chris%2Bin%2BHallway%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615516237321482642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6T0P0wtIeE/Te5SQ_v8MZI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/mDewtsHH1UI/s400/Chris%2Bin%2BHallway%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, standing in the hallway of the castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjLp7icYhvc/Te5SQEPTo4I/AAAAAAAAA1I/QX6fhhTVwAw/s1600/Dan%2B%2526%2BChrystal%2BNewcastle%2BVista.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615516221346915202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjLp7icYhvc/Te5SQEPTo4I/AAAAAAAAA1I/QX6fhhTVwAw/s400/Dan%2B%2526%2BChrystal%2BNewcastle%2BVista.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dan and Chrystal on the roof top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QS2x48OdPok/Te5SPxddDbI/AAAAAAAAA1A/-A-fME_yMzU/s1600/Queen%2527s%2BChambers%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615516216305978802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QS2x48OdPok/Te5SPxddDbI/AAAAAAAAA1A/-A-fME_yMzU/s400/Queen%2527s%2BChambers%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen's Chambers. After all the Tudor novels I've read of ladies in waiting, keeping the Queen company in her chambers while she did needle point, etc ....I'm thinking this is not a big space for multiple people, but it's bigger than some people's homes for the time period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLZWPtGIrso/Te5SOyOBxiI/AAAAAAAAA04/c-X6YLJIm2E/s1600/The%2BOther%2BThrone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615516199329842722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLZWPtGIrso/Te5SOyOBxiI/AAAAAAAAA04/c-X6YLJIm2E/s400/The%2BOther%2BThrone.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's what you think it is...the Queen's "other" chamber...a royal throne of sorts...&lt;br /&gt;And just like modern closets, her bathroom is bigger than the King's. (funny tidbit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnEQB7cTw1A/Te5SOax56hI/AAAAAAAAA0w/b9erM4hkmv0/s1600/Castle%2BStairs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615516193037871634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnEQB7cTw1A/Te5SOax56hI/AAAAAAAAA0w/b9erM4hkmv0/s400/Castle%2BStairs.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castle stairwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-8803119046971216696?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/8803119046971216696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=8803119046971216696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8803119046971216696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8803119046971216696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/06/newcastle-england.html' title='Newcastle, England'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQtnnWsResc/Te5TYqGeNXI/AAAAAAAAA1w/7IXo6RcbK_U/s72-c/Scotland%2BEngland%2BParis%2B027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-700123220648179979</id><published>2011-06-02T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:13:47.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hexam, England</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30sHcK5y1Jo/TehhojQz0wI/AAAAAAAAA0c/DM_B6FugGIY/s1600/Phat%2BKats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613844284805731074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30sHcK5y1Jo/TehhojQz0wI/AAAAAAAAA0c/DM_B6FugGIY/s400/Phat%2BKats.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took things easy the first day in England. Hexam was the closest town to the golf resort where we were staying. Chrystal and I wandered off while the guys were looking for the perfect hat and found Phat Kats cafe where Dan fell in love with a certain kind of hot chocolate dipper. This was the jump start for me of a week of soup sampling. I really enjoyed all the various soups England had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qphCuEh3LrM/TehhoZQ1zxI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Dl5Ei5Xr6rY/s1600/Hexam%2BAbby%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613844282121506578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qphCuEh3LrM/TehhoZQ1zxI/AAAAAAAAA0U/Dl5Ei5Xr6rY/s400/Hexam%2BAbby%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris finds an old Abby in Hexam that we all explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9eNHUfb3EH4/Tehhn954GqI/AAAAAAAAA0M/4VJhJKG_Zdg/s1600/Hexam%2BAbby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613844274777430690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9eNHUfb3EH4/Tehhn954GqI/AAAAAAAAA0M/4VJhJKG_Zdg/s400/Hexam%2BAbby.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw many amazing pieces of stained glass at the Abby. This one depicts Christ's assention to heaven after his resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bsQc3EtliUU/TehhnMKoocI/AAAAAAAAA0E/dp6esNRz2xM/s1600/Hexam%2BAbby%2BDoor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613844261425947074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bsQc3EtliUU/TehhnMKoocI/AAAAAAAAA0E/dp6esNRz2xM/s400/Hexam%2BAbby%2BDoor.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just an Abby door...but it's so small! It's about as tall as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YNDaE5933qA/Tehhmy50x2I/AAAAAAAAAz8/m6ILqWKMbgQ/s1600/Chris%2Bon%2Bthe%2BGo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613844254644553570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YNDaE5933qA/Tehhmy50x2I/AAAAAAAAAz8/m6ILqWKMbgQ/s400/Chris%2Bon%2Bthe%2BGo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris, my travel partner on the go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The backroads were windy and narrow. Their was a one lane bridge we crossed many times coming too and from Hexam and Dan was a supurb driver! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hexam also had some of our favorite restaurants. One of them we went to twice. Of course, it was Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-700123220648179979?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/700123220648179979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=700123220648179979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/700123220648179979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/700123220648179979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/06/hexam-england.html' title='Hexam, England'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30sHcK5y1Jo/TehhojQz0wI/AAAAAAAAA0c/DM_B6FugGIY/s72-c/Phat%2BKats.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-1266110382193771996</id><published>2011-06-01T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T21:19:08.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edinburgh Scotland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613489145567647938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iTMlmrdc1NQ/TeceougSGMI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ldJuzx39FbI/s400/Scotland%2BEdinburgh%2BTown.JPG" /&gt; This is where it all began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and Chrystal invited me to join them along with our good friend Chris on a trip to Scotland / North England for one full, fantastic week. Chrystal was already in Scotland for work. I flew in the night before and we had some girls only time. The guys caught up with us the next morning after their all nighter flight arrived. This is a picture of Day 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613489149128076946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2nicJ5w6DpA/Teceo7xJ7pI/AAAAAAAAAz0/NoIh9mJNRZE/s400/Edinburgh%2BCity%2BStreet.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets of Edinburgh have a nineteenth century feel to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PW9LjII73eU/TeceoXqz4iI/AAAAAAAAAzk/qFSo8NsnRhc/s1600/Edinburgh%2BCastle%2BView.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613489139437789730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PW9LjII73eU/TeceoXqz4iI/AAAAAAAAAzk/qFSo8NsnRhc/s400/Edinburgh%2BCastle%2BView.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from Edinburgh Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9B9nJ-hUQ0M/Tecen-IMH9I/AAAAAAAAAzc/e5crt3VcaR8/s1600/Edinburgh%2BCastle%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613489132581691346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9B9nJ-hUQ0M/Tecen-IMH9I/AAAAAAAAAzc/e5crt3VcaR8/s400/Edinburgh%2BCastle%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edinburgh Castle with some parking renovations going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VADKbJwsFFE/TecePuZb49I/AAAAAAAAAzU/lIQxufLaDQg/s1600/Edinburgh%2BCastle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613488716042200018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VADKbJwsFFE/TecePuZb49I/AAAAAAAAAzU/lIQxufLaDQg/s400/Edinburgh%2BCastle.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T03N8T6Lsmw/TecePZqnRFI/AAAAAAAAAzM/c5Q7-d501Rc/s1600/Edinburgh%2BTrue%2BLove%2BHeart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613488710477104210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T03N8T6Lsmw/TecePZqnRFI/AAAAAAAAAzM/c5Q7-d501Rc/s400/Edinburgh%2BTrue%2BLove%2BHeart.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The locals I'm told do not walk through the middle of the heart. This iconic piece of sidewalk is said to offer bad luck in love if you step in the middle...always walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOutdbEiNX4/TeceOdE8H3I/AAAAAAAAAy0/vTNUUbYrsMc/s1600/Scotland%2BFerrari.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613488694212960114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOutdbEiNX4/TeceOdE8H3I/AAAAAAAAAy0/vTNUUbYrsMc/s400/Scotland%2BFerrari.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ferrari in Scotland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, this was not our rental...but that would be fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove through the countryside southbound through the afternoon, napping off and on until we got to Northumberland England where we checked into a posh vacation home, which even had a private sauna in Chris' bathroom. (We made him share.) I had a luxury sunken tub in my bathroom and Dan and Chrystal had a decked out master suite too. The whole property was exceptional with everything you could think of, thanks to Dan and Chrystal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-1266110382193771996?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/1266110382193771996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=1266110382193771996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/1266110382193771996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/1266110382193771996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/06/edinburgh-scotland.html' title='Edinburgh Scotland'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iTMlmrdc1NQ/TeceougSGMI/AAAAAAAAAzs/ldJuzx39FbI/s72-c/Scotland%2BEdinburgh%2BTown.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-8624713410322798280</id><published>2011-06-01T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:16:22.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Louvre Musee, Walking Tours and More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYCcn_CqC0A/TecQA-jtw3I/AAAAAAAAAys/cN189pTjS4s/s1600/Venus%2BDe%2BMilo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613473069519455090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYCcn_CqC0A/TecQA-jtw3I/AAAAAAAAAys/cN189pTjS4s/s400/Venus%2BDe%2BMilo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Venus De Milo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFm6e4U_8Fo/TecQAUH2rxI/AAAAAAAAAyk/jM5t5HMU7Kw/s1600/Winged%2BVictory.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613473058128310034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFm6e4U_8Fo/TecQAUH2rxI/AAAAAAAAAyk/jM5t5HMU7Kw/s400/Winged%2BVictory.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Winged Victory of Samothrace&lt;br /&gt;(A favorite of mine. I saw the Nike Goddess on tour in Greece years ago and this was just as impressive.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXo8bUN24gQ/TecPuVwr1tI/AAAAAAAAAyc/mqTDRhU6a60/s1600/Vemeer%2BLacemaker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613472749330355922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXo8bUN24gQ/TecPuVwr1tI/AAAAAAAAAyc/mqTDRhU6a60/s400/Vemeer%2BLacemaker.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lacemaker by Vermeer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, this is a terrible picture. Vermeer is on my top five list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUxh1QahRms/TecPt_bd6NI/AAAAAAAAAyU/PIRUZCuCiJ0/s1600/Sisters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613472743335782610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUxh1QahRms/TecPt_bd6NI/AAAAAAAAAyU/PIRUZCuCiJ0/s400/Sisters.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of my own sisters, Jane Austin and other girly expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9JnQcNMSTZg/TecPtuq70rI/AAAAAAAAAyM/pz1LvIUGfd0/s1600/Scotland%2BEngland%2BParis%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613472738837254834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9JnQcNMSTZg/TecPtuq70rI/AAAAAAAAAyM/pz1LvIUGfd0/s400/Scotland%2BEngland%2BParis%2B050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Mona Lisa. Been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qo23I23OHxc/TecPsoQjKBI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Cb6Il7qP28Q/s1600/Paris%2Bat%2BNight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613472719936104466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qo23I23OHxc/TecPsoQjKBI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Cb6Il7qP28Q/s400/Paris%2Bat%2BNight.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Parisian scarf with Paris icon's printed in greys. I bought it while I was out on one of my late night walks. As soon as I got it and put it on I felt silly realizing I looked even more like a tourist, but wore it around anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUVjbuvYZ0g/TecOphgUiXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/0nC-UpRhDrs/s1600/Notre%2BDame%2Bde%2BParis%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613471567071971698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rUVjbuvYZ0g/TecOphgUiXI/AAAAAAAAAx0/0nC-UpRhDrs/s400/Notre%2BDame%2Bde%2BParis%2B3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we have Notre Dame, saved by Victor Hugo's famous novel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stood there listening to our guide tell the story and thought of my brother Seth that loves to write. What a powerful means for influencing history! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASmricjVTAs/TecOpHnJ0yI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ASe2PAAbufo/s1600/The%2BArtists%2BBridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613471560121307938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASmricjVTAs/TecOpHnJ0yI/AAAAAAAAAxs/ASe2PAAbufo/s400/The%2BArtists%2BBridge.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Artist's Bridge where lovers initial their locks, clip them tot the fence and then toss the keys overboard symbolizing their everlasting commitment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our guide was hilarious...offering suggestions to the guys on how to save costs by only dating girls with the same initials, keeping a copy of the key so they can retrieve the lock for reuse and other antedotes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7-POTt8MsA/TecOoJcR_FI/AAAAAAAAAxk/9cvCsrkNZl8/s1600/St%2BChristopher%2527s%2BHostel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613471543432707154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U7-POTt8MsA/TecOoJcR_FI/AAAAAAAAAxk/9cvCsrkNZl8/s400/St%2BChristopher%2527s%2BHostel.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Christopher's Inn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stayed in a multi-bunk hostel. It wasn't my first time and not too bad. I met people from all over the world; China, Brazil, Australia, Scotland, Germany and more. I'd do it again if it meant I got to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5E6w1c3VHxg/TecOnqfmjzI/AAAAAAAAAxc/50vX7tPnQVw/s1600/Sacre%2BCoeur%2BBack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613471535125139250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5E6w1c3VHxg/TecOnqfmjzI/AAAAAAAAAxc/50vX7tPnQVw/s400/Sacre%2BCoeur%2BBack.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacre' Coeur Basillica at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vMkptDyqMoo/TecOncpaRAI/AAAAAAAAAxU/BExu4ZWGOwA/s1600/Hotel%2BDes%2BInvalides.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613471531408180226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vMkptDyqMoo/TecOncpaRAI/AAAAAAAAAxU/BExu4ZWGOwA/s400/Hotel%2BDes%2BInvalides.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel d' Invalides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...kind of like the local VA during Napoleon's reign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c3-z4LefSfI/TecNqaMdXbI/AAAAAAAAAxM/eE-tSTMCJCk/s1600/Scotland%2BEngland%2BParis%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613470482777857458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c3-z4LefSfI/TecNqaMdXbI/AAAAAAAAAxM/eE-tSTMCJCk/s400/Scotland%2BEngland%2BParis%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnaud, our guide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone is going to be traveling in Europe I highly recommend NewEuropeTours.eu They offer free walking tours, working for tips only. I got a ton of info, saw highlights of Paris and thoroughly enjoyed myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fwmv81FO8aM/TecNqFZf8xI/AAAAAAAAAxE/vO_LFmfGPtc/s1600/St%2BMichel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613470477195408146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fwmv81FO8aM/TecNqFZf8xI/AAAAAAAAAxE/vO_LFmfGPtc/s400/St%2BMichel.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Michael casting out Satan from heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-132ABG2TCyU/TecNp4ysz-I/AAAAAAAAAw8/TPFHdJSctxY/s1600/Eifel%2BTower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613470473811447778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-132ABG2TCyU/TecNp4ysz-I/AAAAAAAAAw8/TPFHdJSctxY/s400/Eifel%2BTower.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foggy day standing outside the Louvre Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYcbg93xEGw/TecNoeiDN9I/AAAAAAAAAw0/KvjTrBCTMlg/s1600/Louvre%2BPyramid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613470449582421970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yYcbg93xEGw/TecNoeiDN9I/AAAAAAAAAw0/KvjTrBCTMlg/s400/Louvre%2BPyramid.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrance to the Louvre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIplgfqduuw/TecNoMxoWwI/AAAAAAAAAws/A2HEMyDGVBM/s1600/Eifel%2BTower%2Bat%2BNight%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613470444815932162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIplgfqduuw/TecNoMxoWwI/AAAAAAAAAws/A2HEMyDGVBM/s400/Eifel%2BTower%2Bat%2BNight%2B%25284%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening I walked to the Eiffle Tower and took the elevator up as far as it would go. I found myself in a solitary mood in the late evening looking out out on a clear lit cityscape and taking in the breeze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-8624713410322798280?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/8624713410322798280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=8624713410322798280&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8624713410322798280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8624713410322798280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/06/louvre-musee-walking-tours-and-more.html' title='Louvre Musee, Walking Tours and More'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYCcn_CqC0A/TecQA-jtw3I/AAAAAAAAAys/cN189pTjS4s/s72-c/Venus%2BDe%2BMilo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-6288622052991535877</id><published>2011-05-30T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T22:00:58.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montmarte Paris</title><content type='html'>Back in February I had a chance to visit Paris for a few days on my way home from the trip to Scotland / England. While the trip to England was with Dan, Chrystal and Chris I was by myself in Paris for about three days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfJygrtyq3w/TeRuvNESp2I/AAAAAAAAAwk/QjmvT5sHtLI/s1600/Sacre%2BCoeur.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612732792851048290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfJygrtyq3w/TeRuvNESp2I/AAAAAAAAAwk/QjmvT5sHtLI/s400/Sacre%2BCoeur.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Montmarte is the old romantic artist district set on a hillside a few miles out from the city center and the Eiffel tower. As you can imagine it's really something all lit up at night and then the views overlooking the city are well worth the hike. Violinists were playing live music, sketchers were set up curbside as I wandered the tiny streets behind the Sacred Heart. Aromas escaped every corner restaurant. I grabbed a crepe for dinner and just walked, stopping to look for a good magnet for my collection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BbS70M44Yrk/TeRuux8NffI/AAAAAAAAAwc/CnPlLYhu2UY/s1600/Sacre%2BCoeur%2Bat%2BNight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 386px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612732785569398258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BbS70M44Yrk/TeRuux8NffI/AAAAAAAAAwc/CnPlLYhu2UY/s400/Sacre%2BCoeur%2Bat%2BNight.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the trip I went back up to Sacred Heart Basilica (Sacre' Coeur) and took a walking tour where I got to see Picasso and Van Gogh's different homes and hear of their painful woes depicting the artists life, which was fascinating and impressionable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCw8sphP9GI/TeRuumKIrmI/AAAAAAAAAwU/4uMyZGOYHpc/s1600/Sacre%2BCoeur%2BFence.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612732782406577762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCw8sphP9GI/TeRuumKIrmI/AAAAAAAAAwU/4uMyZGOYHpc/s400/Sacre%2BCoeur%2BFence.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VG_00GWw-C4/TeRuuenVZlI/AAAAAAAAAwM/raPog0Kl2Eg/s1600/Notre%2BDame%2Bde%2BParis.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-6288622052991535877?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/6288622052991535877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=6288622052991535877&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6288622052991535877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6288622052991535877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/05/montmarte-paris.html' title='Montmarte Paris'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jfJygrtyq3w/TeRuvNESp2I/AAAAAAAAAwk/QjmvT5sHtLI/s72-c/Sacre%2BCoeur.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-5630647341288568398</id><published>2011-01-08T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T20:13:45.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baltimore with Daniel and Luke's Families</title><content type='html'>Luke called days before Thanksgiving and invited me out to Atlanta via a buddy pass. I got there in time to drive with them from Atlanta to Baltimore to spend the long weekend with Daniel and Dalynn's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TSkqlkGu4-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/b9a9x9Dhsn0/s1600/Fall%2B2010%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560022039801029602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TSkqlkGu4-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/b9a9x9Dhsn0/s400/Fall%2B2010%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The day after Thanksgiving we drove out to the countryside to pickout a Christmas Tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560028752604068802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TSkwsTPse8I/AAAAAAAAAvY/LzB1mz_fMpE/s400/Fall%2B2010%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the Christmas Tree Farm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560028996629839890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TSkw6gT-QBI/AAAAAAAAAvo/2ZIVWTIizyQ/s400/Fall%2B2010%2B016.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The kids had a lot of fun, but I think the dads may have had more...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560022817688926834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TSkrS19qOnI/AAAAAAAAAt4/9l9YwOGuB2c/s400/Fall%2B2010%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dalynn cheers Luke and Daniel on as they heft the tree up on Daniel's rig.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They did it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560023918413780850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TSksS6e6l3I/AAAAAAAAAuw/hb_dvO78FOo/s400/Fall%2B2010%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed with Daniel and Dalynn's family for over a week in which I was able to spend a few days in Washington DC thanks to Dalynn lending me her car!  I was able to do a session at the DC temple one day.  I went to the Middle-Singles Ward and a few of their activities. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560028735118593026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TSkwrSG1TAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/nuzYWj05sUM/s400/Fall%2B2010%2B014.JPG" /&gt;One hightlight was an afternoon spent with the girls at the Museum of Natural History.  I got to see the Hope Diamond and did lots of walking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560028742325923474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TSkwrs9MbpI/AAAAAAAAAvI/2bvAn7j-xKs/s400/Fall%2B2010%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon Dalynn and the girls took me out to see Gettysberg, a place I had never seen before.  This is a picture in the front of the Museum with Lincoln.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560023906293986898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TSksSNVVNlI/AAAAAAAAAuY/FssvVppPgCs/s400/Fall%2B2010%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the best parts of the trip was time with nieces and nephews. They are so cute and growing ever so fast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560028758411287154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TSkwso4PmnI/AAAAAAAAAvg/H-mZR7i0ZhU/s400/Noah.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noah climbs the girls bunkbeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560028751108321490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TSkwsNrFMNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/4TcA5ojYCTE/s400/Fall%2B2010%2B001%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Karly shows me Gweneviere's picture in her school (back in Atlanta).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560022822517232546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TSkrTH80U6I/AAAAAAAAAuA/Ity9YaBZE1w/s400/Fall%2B2010%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berry smiles for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-5630647341288568398?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/5630647341288568398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=5630647341288568398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5630647341288568398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5630647341288568398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2011/01/baltimore-with-daniel-and-lukes.html' title='Baltimore with Daniel and Luke&apos;s Families'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TSkqlkGu4-I/AAAAAAAAAtw/b9a9x9Dhsn0/s72-c/Fall%2B2010%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-5430280384435067420</id><published>2010-08-14T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:00:58.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at Will &amp; Jenni's</title><content type='html'>I made a second trip to Washington this summer; this time to help out with the "last days" of Jenni's pregnancy.  There's not a whole lot of news to share but we'll send pictures as soon as the little fellow arrives - sometime this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still shopping for a car and am even more confused.  I thought maybe I'd find something here in Seattle since there's more cars to choose from, but I may be taking the bus back to Idaho Falls after all, which is fine.  That's what I've planned all along.  It's just if I did find something, that would be great too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy isn't going to happen.  Inexpensive makes me scratch my head.  I think I might be interested in something and then I wake up the next morning feeling blah.  I just want something that runs well, won't zero out the bank account and is reasonably enjoyable to drive for the next ten years.  I've scoured Autotrader, Kelly Blue Book, Craigslist, KSL and more.  Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-5430280384435067420?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/5430280384435067420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=5430280384435067420&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5430280384435067420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5430280384435067420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-at-will-jennis.html' title='Back at Will &amp; Jenni&apos;s'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-6436659885866299792</id><published>2010-07-20T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T20:24:51.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Will &amp; Jenni</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;In June I headed over to the family reunion early and spent a few day with Will, Jenni and Preston at their place in Seattle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My nephew Preston was a lot of fun to play with. He's a growing one year old with a little toddle left in his step. I was amazed at how much his language grew in just a few days. "Oh, my goodness." He picked up on my expression overnight and had us all laughing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496189573788818722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TEZjTBvjXSI/AAAAAAAAAs8/cJ-dA6hsOsU/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One day we took a trip to Camano Island to see Ron and Carolyn Southworth (Jenni's parents) and Ron's art show, in which he was awarded "Best in Show" among other accolades. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Check out his website! &lt;a href="http://www.ronsouthworth.com/"&gt;http://www.ronsouthworth.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TEZjUrdsjjI/AAAAAAAAAtU/NLG6KU_uQfk/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496189602168081970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TEZjUrdsjjI/AAAAAAAAAtU/NLG6KU_uQfk/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the afternoon we took a trip to the beach. Preston was fascinated with his stick and Will (my brother) took him out farther into what we later learned is quick sand. What boy wouldn't love to have these kind of adventures with his dad? I always knew Will would make a great father. He's also a loving husband, which is tender to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TEZjTheEnHI/AAAAAAAAAtE/MK080ML8rto/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496189582305434738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TEZjTheEnHI/AAAAAAAAAtE/MK080ML8rto/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TEZjUM-rOYI/AAAAAAAAAtM/xMfmnVVX9nE/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496189593984907650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TEZjUM-rOYI/AAAAAAAAAtM/xMfmnVVX9nE/s400/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TEZoSmfTHdI/AAAAAAAAAtc/l7ue1iuoD80/s1600/Grand+Piano.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496195064031026642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TEZoSmfTHdI/AAAAAAAAAtc/l7ue1iuoD80/s400/Grand+Piano.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to listen to Jenni while she was composing a score for an independent film. I'll just say there's a lot of detail involved. She was doing all this while coming in at the eight month pregnancy mile marker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jenniferthomasmusic.com/"&gt;http://www.jenniferthomasmusic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-6436659885866299792?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/6436659885866299792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=6436659885866299792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6436659885866299792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6436659885866299792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2010/07/visiting-will-jenni.html' title='Visiting Will &amp; Jenni'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TEZjTBvjXSI/AAAAAAAAAs8/cJ-dA6hsOsU/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-3125071890404322229</id><published>2010-07-13T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:16:48.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel This Picture is For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwYQTy7cmI/AAAAAAAAAsw/u_VZ4R-sl9E/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493292313956020834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwYQTy7cmI/AAAAAAAAAsw/u_VZ4R-sl9E/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What to do with ones retired sets of ski's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-3125071890404322229?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/3125071890404322229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=3125071890404322229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/3125071890404322229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/3125071890404322229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2010/07/daniel-this-picture-is-for-you.html' title='Daniel This Picture is For You'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwYQTy7cmI/AAAAAAAAAsw/u_VZ4R-sl9E/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-5935018865144807949</id><published>2010-07-13T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:37:39.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time with the Sugies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;While I was in Provo I got to spend some time with Haini, Kristi and their kids. Can I say, I really love being an Aunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwU2XbfE6I/AAAAAAAAAso/2wm5SaZ6l18/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 116px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493288569719952290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwU2XbfE6I/AAAAAAAAAso/2wm5SaZ6l18/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a fun mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwU2EYWpkI/AAAAAAAAAsg/zKtl4ZiXa4o/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493288564606543426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwU2EYWpkI/AAAAAAAAAsg/zKtl4ZiXa4o/s400/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwU1mnV7jI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zW8Mn0LGUwA/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493288556616347186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwU1mnV7jI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zW8Mn0LGUwA/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sitani, Marley and me went for a Sunday drive while mom and dad took a long nap. We were sure to stop and pick some flowers from somewhere where we probably were not supposed to pick flowers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwU1ALvk3I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/PqIJk8YYtUI/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493288546300040050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwU1ALvk3I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/PqIJk8YYtUI/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids napped for most of the ride, which I think they enjoyed. They occasionally woke up as we rounded bends and climbed to new vistas. This time they awoke long enough to see a deer from the car window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-5935018865144807949?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/5935018865144807949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=5935018865144807949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5935018865144807949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5935018865144807949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-with-sugies.html' title='Time with the Sugies'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwU2XbfE6I/AAAAAAAAAso/2wm5SaZ6l18/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-5047257936378986590</id><published>2010-07-13T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:18:52.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Provo Freedom Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwQySru-PI/AAAAAAAAAro/l_KtuQH6krU/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493284101679937778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwQySru-PI/AAAAAAAAAro/l_KtuQH6krU/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got to spend the weekend of the 4th at Mark, Laura, Jace and Anabelle's place. We had a fun time and it was nice to be with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Newborn Anabelle and me had the eve of the 4th all to ourselves while mom and dad went out on a .... pause ... yes, a date.  They went to the  Stadium of Fire.  Ooo.  Ahh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These two do look like the kind of couple that set off fireworks with one glance.  Wouldn't you agree?  This is them early the next morning running the 5K Freedom Run race.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go, Laura!  Go, Mark!  Good job sleeping, Jace and Anabelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-5047257936378986590?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/5047257936378986590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=5047257936378986590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5047257936378986590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5047257936378986590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2010/07/provo-freedom-run.html' title='The Provo Freedom Run'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwQySru-PI/AAAAAAAAAro/l_KtuQH6krU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-4907616045103598108</id><published>2010-07-12T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T00:06:24.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Provo's 4th of July Hot Air Balloon Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwODz6FGvI/AAAAAAAAArA/-LAyMWtm7Sk/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493281104121371378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwODz6FGvI/AAAAAAAAArA/-LAyMWtm7Sk/s400/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwOF_XVQoI/AAAAAAAAArg/BJT-Jzz3L7Y/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493281141556593282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwOF_XVQoI/AAAAAAAAArg/BJT-Jzz3L7Y/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwOFbKXnGI/AAAAAAAAArY/EnI24aqEXDM/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woah!!  Look at that, mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwOE1Dr-iI/AAAAAAAAArQ/6scXFhBnk2k/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493281121609972258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwOE1Dr-iI/AAAAAAAAArQ/6scXFhBnk2k/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You vote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A.  "I love you; today, yesterday and forever.  I'm so glad you are mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B. "I'm really tired.  Can I lean on you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C. All of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwOEWX9pDI/AAAAAAAAArI/UYcaDkQjZw8/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493281113373516850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwOEWX9pDI/AAAAAAAAArI/UYcaDkQjZw8/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-4907616045103598108?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/4907616045103598108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=4907616045103598108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/4907616045103598108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/4907616045103598108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2010/07/provos-4th-of-july-hot-air-balloon.html' title='Provo&apos;s 4th of July Hot Air Balloon Festival'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwODz6FGvI/AAAAAAAAArA/-LAyMWtm7Sk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-5636373292516269098</id><published>2010-07-12T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:51:31.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><title type='text'>As the French Say It; Couer d'Alene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493277103671453922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwKa9EfqOI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ZYAFaK6ZK-c/s400/017.JPG" /&gt;Elizabeth and I drove through Couer d'Alene on our way to Washington. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone already knows the Thomas sisters are party-girls. Keeping true to our reputation, we opted to stay over night - so we'd have a chance to "play."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493275234832874834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwIuLGp_VI/AAAAAAAAAqI/hvYe4IdPNUY/s400/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This one is for you dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493275251136565250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwIvH1wkAI/AAAAAAAAAqY/gLaS1GtOMr4/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfect day for a picnic, ay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493277817833842674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwLEhiE5_I/AAAAAAAAAq4/dYWAKn-7cDo/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooo-la-la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwIwF_zd-I/AAAAAAAAAqo/wri2biArB9Y/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493275267821696994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwIwF_zd-I/AAAAAAAAAqo/wri2biArB9Y/s400/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-5636373292516269098?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/5636373292516269098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=5636373292516269098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5636373292516269098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5636373292516269098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-french-say-it-couer-dalene.html' title='As the French Say It; Couer d&apos;Alene'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDwKa9EfqOI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ZYAFaK6ZK-c/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-6284087499377763247</id><published>2010-07-12T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:27:58.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>Grace's Last Week Prior to the MTC</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493261827764552722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDv8hx4ehBI/AAAAAAAAAp4/T7ryKuJLoYk/s400/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our missionary (who likes to pose for pictures) has entered the Missionary Training Center in Provo, UT. After three weeks she will then be heading to Tampa, FL for the remaining eighteen months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; excited for her. She will make a terrific missionary and as if all the boys weren't already finding her a diamond of a catch...now she'll add the "RM" (Returned Missionary) status to her dating resume - so, watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lucky to have had one full week with her at home; the "last week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I ran to-and-fro picking up last minute items, scouring the mall for ultra comfortable tracting shoes, and making a super fun trip with Mom to Pocatello to consult our personal bike expert, Seth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters on bikes are the best! Been there, done that. There's nothing like wearing a helmet in high fashion, while yanking your skirt out of the chain as you ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDv8iSjcjvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Um4bJdJph9s/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 327px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493261836534714098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDv8iSjcjvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Um4bJdJph9s/s400/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the week we met up with Lauren at the Rexburn Temple to do a session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't been to this temple, the chandaliers in the Celestial Room are amazing and a new fav of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDv8hWlEtrI/AAAAAAAAApw/sQZaOKbr8v0/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 308px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493261820435412658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDv8hWlEtrI/AAAAAAAAApw/sQZaOKbr8v0/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace took her Endowments out in the Idaho Falls Temple. Several sibblings were able to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we took some pictures on the temple grounds. Someone told mom we were doing a funny face for this shot. Not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDv8g6eniLI/AAAAAAAAApo/uIcaFJzUw_4/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 322px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493261812892141746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDv8g6eniLI/AAAAAAAAApo/uIcaFJzUw_4/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm adding a PDA warning because I'm anticipating Kristi's anquished ugh, sigh, followed by yuck, parents kissing...ooey. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom and Dad are standing outside the Idaho Falls Temple where these two "love birds" were married, thirty-five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweet. Tweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-6284087499377763247?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/6284087499377763247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=6284087499377763247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6284087499377763247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6284087499377763247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2010/07/graces-last-week-prior-to-mtc.html' title='Grace&apos;s Last Week Prior to the MTC'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/TDv8hx4ehBI/AAAAAAAAAp4/T7ryKuJLoYk/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-5996807128733457358</id><published>2010-05-10T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T08:55:45.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Approved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S-gsWzMx-xI/AAAAAAAAAo4/8Jx6X1br6aE/s1600/imagesCAJ3P5I1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 76px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 81px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469670517654027026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S-gsWzMx-xI/AAAAAAAAAo4/8Jx6X1br6aE/s400/imagesCAJ3P5I1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've got some long awaited, but good news to share; my disability case has been approved. Hopefully, by July I should have an income again and maybe soon there after be able to buy a car. I'm feeling very grateful as well as relieved. Thank you for your prayers and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-5996807128733457358?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/5996807128733457358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=5996807128733457358&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5996807128733457358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5996807128733457358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-been-approved.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Approved'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S-gsWzMx-xI/AAAAAAAAAo4/8Jx6X1br6aE/s72-c/imagesCAJ3P5I1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-6093220353809453809</id><published>2010-04-12T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:37:27.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every word, word by word.</title><content type='html'>During the last month of my mission our local Area Authority (which unfortuatley I don't remember his name), issued the challenge to memorize and pass off, The Family: A Proclamation to the World and I did. As part of my 2010 goals I decided to relearn it and now I can say I've done it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of the Proclamation I think back on the unique place, my mission and most specificlly the Visitor Center where I memorized a lot of things and particularly this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459338984391225922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S8N34akUskI/AAAAAAAAAj4/peITYBcWfkk/s400/ChristusHeader.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Christus room at the Arizona Temple Visitor Center is breath taking and an must see if you are ever in Mesa. When I wasn't with a tour group I would spend the quite time walking the large lobby where the 11 foot replica of Bertel Thorvaldsen's Christus statue stands. I remember carring my mini copy of the Proclamation and strolling through the room memorizing line by line, word by word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459346724724258050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S8N-69jhtQI/AAAAAAAAAkI/WvqceXFFPfU/s400/4152_mesatempcenter_st.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point my companion and I took our memorizing outside as we strolled on the sidewalk that circles the front lawn, which is quite large. Looking towards the visitor center through the oversized glass window you can view the Christus and at night it is light up beautifully in such a way that the impression and the spirit is one you'll never forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459345683361304770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S8N9-WLQEMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/_LMOXv4j3L4/s400/fr09oct14_sharing_tmb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That experience was memorable but perhaps the best part is the meaning I've come to treasure in that document. Next is The Living Christ. This may take me a while since it's the first time I'm learning this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm passing along the challenge to you to learn or relearn either of them if you haven't already. Let me know if you decide to take the challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/"&gt;www.lds.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; Gospel Library &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&gt; The Family: A Proclamation to the World &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or The Living Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-6093220353809453809?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/6093220353809453809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=6093220353809453809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6093220353809453809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6093220353809453809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2010/04/every-word-word-by-word.html' title='Every word, word by word.'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S8N34akUskI/AAAAAAAAAj4/peITYBcWfkk/s72-c/ChristusHeader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-6477117595944589255</id><published>2010-03-11T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:07:11.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought this day would never come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5nhSkPxQTI/AAAAAAAAAjo/21JJfSIDd78/s1600-h/note+to+self.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447632933365039410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5nhSkPxQTI/AAAAAAAAAjo/21JJfSIDd78/s400/note+to+self.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I borrowed this pic from Kristi's blog. It sums up the past few weeks for me as I've been getting ready for my social security disability hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May of 2008 I had sent in my third appeal in which you are allowed to request a hearing with a federal judge. At that point it had already been a year of applications and paperwork. The wait time to see a judge is right around 12 mos but Idaho is lumped in with Utah and is behind even more. I was told it could be a 15 mo wait. It actually took 21 mos to get a hearing, and so all together it's been 2 yrs 8mo and 11days, or 32 mos from begining to date.  Ah, no wonder I'm exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom came and I was glad to have her there, although I know she's already missed a lot of work with Dad being in the hospital and now rehab. She's been a true friend and support. A person can go crazy second guessing themselves and "trying harder." It's hard to explain Chronic Fatigue and whatever unknown mystery virus I may or may not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attorney presented my case well. He came recommended by a ward member and also because he is part of a state funded legal aid program, which means big savings in attorney fees should I be awarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were fortunate to have the first appointment of the day, indicating that the judge would still be fresh, as opposed to the end of the day or right before lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting took place in a conference room in a local hotel. An expert occupational "witness" from Logan conferenced in to offer various job possibilities I could do, which came down to assembling surgical plastics and one other assembly job. I just imagined myself lying in bed in my pajama's assembling parts at 2 cents a piece. I haven't bought pajama's in a long time and the ones I have aren't very cute, so I didn't quite get in the moment of that vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you have fasted and remembered me in your prayers. I appreciate your support. It will be several weeks before we hear back from the judge and honestly, as well as the hearing went I just don't think there are any guarantees, but life is full of surprises (Okay, this pic does'nt go with the tone of this blog, but I thought it was funny. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know Heavenly Father is aware and knows my needs. He has always provided for me.  "Note to self: I'm going to be okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5nRK1QBTNI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/y-5rXpnFkz4/s1600-h/life+surprises.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447615208304495826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5nRK1QBTNI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/y-5rXpnFkz4/s400/life+surprises.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-6477117595944589255?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/6477117595944589255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=6477117595944589255&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6477117595944589255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6477117595944589255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-thought-this-day-would-never-come.html' title='I thought this day would never come.'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5nhSkPxQTI/AAAAAAAAAjo/21JJfSIDd78/s72-c/note+to+self.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-8685990214311206472</id><published>2010-03-05T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:45:00.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St George New Year's Getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GZcUfZ67I/AAAAAAAAAjA/tj89ppRCpSE/s1600-h/St+George+Jan+2010+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445302136283458482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GZcUfZ67I/AAAAAAAAAjA/tj89ppRCpSE/s400/St+George+Jan+2010+084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking east towards Zions National Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GZA7dcLnI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Fum73UUvzbE/s1600-h/St+George+Jan+2010+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445301665707863666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GZA7dcLnI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Fum73UUvzbE/s400/St+George+Jan+2010+087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grace and Sitani's cool finds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GY_0LlQaI/AAAAAAAAAiw/uk6VDyvhkNQ/s1600-h/St+George+Jan+2010+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445301646574043554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GY_0LlQaI/AAAAAAAAAiw/uk6VDyvhkNQ/s400/St+George+Jan+2010+098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alisha's Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GY_Br8MAI/AAAAAAAAAio/M-gMlI7vnfc/s1600-h/St+George+Jan+2010+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445301633019555842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GY_Br8MAI/AAAAAAAAAio/M-gMlI7vnfc/s400/St+George+Jan+2010+106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grace and one great refreshing day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GY-bXB1nI/AAAAAAAAAig/I7_2j72xWtw/s1600-h/St+George+Jan+2010+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445301622731298418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GY-bXB1nI/AAAAAAAAAig/I7_2j72xWtw/s400/St+George+Jan+2010+113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and Jace found a&lt;em&gt; super cool&lt;/em&gt; rocking bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GX4yhPwSI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QuJIM0eDCN0/s1600-h/St+George+Jan+2010+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445300426357326114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GX4yhPwSI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/QuJIM0eDCN0/s400/St+George+Jan+2010+081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seth breaks out his bike.   Who knows when we'll see him again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GX32esX8I/AAAAAAAAAiI/NxLHnJPNnfI/s1600-h/St+George+Jan+2010+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445300410240491458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GX32esX8I/AAAAAAAAAiI/NxLHnJPNnfI/s400/St+George+Jan+2010+074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually grandma holding on to Sitani as he throws rocks.  It's pretty steep and wouldn't make for a fun flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GX3Tq-FcI/AAAAAAAAAiA/bMnwJj1omW8/s1600-h/St+George+Jan+2010+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445300400896742850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GX3Tq-FcI/AAAAAAAAAiA/bMnwJj1omW8/s400/St+George+Jan+2010+071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand-Papa re-living may off road trips from the days when his little ones were the ones climbing on old "stuff" and tossing rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GX2yWVKDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/gX5_3OP1C_g/s1600-h/St+George+Jan+2010+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445300391951804466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GX2yWVKDI/AAAAAAAAAh4/gX5_3OP1C_g/s400/St+George+Jan+2010+069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum.  What did I get myself into?  And am I "having fun yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GXAPH1pJI/AAAAAAAAAho/mnfC2aHBkeA/s1600-h/St+George+Jan+2010+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445299454782842002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GXAPH1pJI/AAAAAAAAAho/mnfC2aHBkeA/s400/St+George+Jan+2010+063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the hotel, Laura opens her Christmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GWeDW4HdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Opl1V8z2E-A/s1600-h/St+George+Jan+2010+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445298867509140946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GWeDW4HdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Opl1V8z2E-A/s400/St+George+Jan+2010+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandkids get custom grandma-made pajama's.  Ooo-la-la.  Remember when we used to get pajama's for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GWdcCYLwI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Y18SCdPiYn0/s1600-h/St+George+Jan+2010+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445298856954179330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GWdcCYLwI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Y18SCdPiYn0/s400/St+George+Jan+2010+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gospel Art books!  Isn't it great to open presents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GWc2UkEBI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/vnrOJZqo5UQ/s1600-h/St+George+Jan+2010+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445298846829907986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GWc2UkEBI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/vnrOJZqo5UQ/s400/St+George+Jan+2010+051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa keeping company; resting and cross-stiching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-8685990214311206472?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/8685990214311206472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=8685990214311206472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8685990214311206472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8685990214311206472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-george-new-years-getaway.html' title='St George New Year&apos;s Getaway'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GZcUfZ67I/AAAAAAAAAjA/tj89ppRCpSE/s72-c/St+George+Jan+2010+084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-4814343455655271892</id><published>2010-03-05T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:24:31.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessha's First Lemon Meringue Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GSWZBXV5I/AAAAAAAAAhI/w8lvx0gG6mc/s1600-h/St+George+Jan+2010+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445294337839028114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GSWZBXV5I/AAAAAAAAAhI/w8lvx0gG6mc/s400/St+George+Jan+2010+123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-4814343455655271892?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/4814343455655271892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=4814343455655271892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/4814343455655271892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/4814343455655271892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2010/03/tesshas-first-lemon-meringue-pie.html' title='Tessha&apos;s First Lemon Meringue Pie'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S5GSWZBXV5I/AAAAAAAAAhI/w8lvx0gG6mc/s72-c/St+George+Jan+2010+123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-1623888938432718895</id><published>2010-02-27T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:51:10.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alisha'/><title type='text'>While Mom is Away</title><content type='html'>While driving Alisha home from her midnight after school party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alisha: I'm boy crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Tessha: It happens to the best of us.&lt;br /&gt;Alisha: I like &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; boys.&lt;br /&gt;Tessha: Now that's trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christensen's brought over dinner one night. Alisha checks it out while her burrito is already in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alisha: That pasta looks &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;!  (Perplexed as what to do; eat the burrito or go for the pasta.)&lt;br /&gt;Alisha: I'll have the pasta for breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-1623888938432718895?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/1623888938432718895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=1623888938432718895&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/1623888938432718895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/1623888938432718895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2010/02/while-mom-is-away.html' title='While Mom is Away'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-7971988907281810688</id><published>2010-02-02T07:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:42:24.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Weeks in Logan Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S2hVJQVro8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/KACLCM6YMuY/s1600-h/logan-utah.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S2hVJQVro8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/KACLCM6YMuY/s400/logan-utah.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433686567915594690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been in Logan for the past few weeks helping Aunt Penny care for the girls after a last minute surgery. The girls live outside their school district, so there isn't a bus to pick them up here at the house.  The day starts with running them to Heidi's school in time for Amanda to catch a bus to her school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S2hK27N9LOI/AAAAAAAAAgI/SnI6Z5z3o-4/s400/school+bus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S2hQKuZsZ8I/AAAAAAAAAgw/tA8dVjsZutI/s400/homeworkjpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S2hQJ6ZQZDI/AAAAAAAAAgg/n6imAE0udgQ/s400/dance+class.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We've done chores, homework, dance lessons and doctor appointments.  Penny is on her way to a full recovery, although she still has several weeks before she will be able to do much.  We are hoping she'll be able to drive by the end of the week when I head back to Idaho Falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-7971988907281810688?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/7971988907281810688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=7971988907281810688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/7971988907281810688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/7971988907281810688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-weeks-in-logan-utah.html' title='Three Weeks in Logan Utah'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S2hVJQVro8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/KACLCM6YMuY/s72-c/logan-utah.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-2082037710133243329</id><published>2009-12-17T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:46:46.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mexican Riviera Cruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week I got to go on a cruise to Mexico with Linda and her parents, Donna and Jim. We set sail Sunday 12/6/09 out of San Pedro on Royal Caribbeans Mariner of the Seas. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysjY76vsMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sLr04eDIGVQ/s1600-h/That%27s+our+ship,+the+Mariner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416460266182999378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sysh6hna_VI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jj9cL3DVUS8/s400/San+Pedro+Port+and+N+ight.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416459726672440786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SyshbHyFLdI/AAAAAAAAAeI/fvRLGIAfQJI/s400/Donna+and+Linda+Bon+Voyage+from+the+Balcony.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We set sail just before sunset. Our balcony was facing the San Pedro shoreline. The wind blew a gentle breeze and we just took it all in as we shouted "Bon Voyage!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416458417245715890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysgO5ya_bI/AAAAAAAAAdo/2sf0uV8skAo/s400/Tessha+and+Cabo+Meet+for+the+First+Time.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me, Tessha out on the balcony as we anchored in Cabo San Lucas Tuesday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416468110260584370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SyspDHFQP7I/AAAAAAAAAfA/JdVeH_UPGmQ/s400/Donna+and+Tessha+make+friends+with+Maria+on+the+water+taxi+to+Cabo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Donna and me made friends with Maria on the water taxi into Cabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416468442161623570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SyspWbgoMhI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/GCnh5FKzuas/s400/Our+Waiter+just+can%27t+resist+a+chance+to+jump+in+the+shot.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mostly we walked the boardwalk, shopped the craft boutiques and then stopped for fish tacos and virgin daiquiris while overlooking the harbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416461888151072962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysjY76vsMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sLr04eDIGVQ/s400/That%27s+our+ship,+the+Mariner.JPG" /&gt; On our way back to the ship I snapped a picture of the boat from a distance. It holds over 3200 people, plus crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416461043284848082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sysinwi8LdI/AAAAAAAAAeg/kniQxnGZ7TE/s400/Bon+Appetite.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of any cruise is the formal dinner where we found we were treated like royalty. This is Linda a dear friend of mine from Portland and her parents Donna and Jim. They were celebrating their 50th Wedding Anniversary. What a way to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416459737411401810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SyshbvycuFI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/5IBTLMJxjAs/s400/So+lovely+are+we.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tessha, Donna and Linda all dressed up for a night of dancing on the ship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416461882768083762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysjYn3VyzI/AAAAAAAAAew/GPtG0i4Ualk/s400/That%27s+Our+Ship+in+the+Mazatlan+Bay.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday we pulled right up to Mazatlan. I grabbed this picture of our ship later in the day as we were zipping through the hillside on a guided tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416455975218856002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SyseAwh2QEI/AAAAAAAAAc4/izbkatyr2ac/s400/Mazatlan+Vista+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bay of Mazatlan mid day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysfXL-e_5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Ay0V5JweWBQ/s1600-h/Mazatlan+Gazebo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416457460055474066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysfXL-e_5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/Ay0V5JweWBQ/s400/Mazatlan+Gazebo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the city center there is a iron trimmed gazebo that I thought was beautiful. It's just across from an late 1800's Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysfWuNvl5I/AAAAAAAAAdY/z5F-eYPenY4/s1600-h/The+Rapid+Pace+of+Mazatlan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416457452066412434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysfWuNvl5I/AAAAAAAAAdY/z5F-eYPenY4/s400/The+Rapid+Pace+of+Mazatlan.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a just right 80 degree day in Mazatlan a local enjoys the benches in the pavilion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysfWJyTqtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/w9GfgZfsGis/s1600-h/Tessha+and+the+Mazatlan+Cathedral+Door.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416457442287659730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysfWJyTqtI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/w9GfgZfsGis/s400/Tessha+and+the+Mazatlan+Cathedral+Door.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taken by the wood on this side door to the Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysfVuPHyfI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jzFom3H8vQU/s1600-h/Mazatlan+Cathedral+in+Warm+Tones.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416457434892323314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysfVuPHyfI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jzFom3H8vQU/s400/Mazatlan+Cathedral+in+Warm+Tones.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture could almost be a postcard wishing you were here in Mazatlan with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SyseUtMYBfI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fPct78I2ol4/s1600-h/Mazatlan+Beach+Cowboy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416456317920871922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SyseUtMYBfI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fPct78I2ol4/s400/Mazatlan+Beach+Cowboy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During my beach stroll I came across some cowboys on the beach with their guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416455965918969426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SyseAN4lPlI/AAAAAAAAAco/5uFSNTMLxFg/s400/Mazatlan+Cliff+Divers.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the sights we saw on our city tour was the cliff divers. Ey-yie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416455969396376706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SyseAa1qRII/AAAAAAAAAcw/ZzzmETqjzjs/s400/Mazatlan+Cliff+Diver+2.JPG" /&gt;I think they're crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our last stop was Puerta Vallarta in which I was having trouble with the camera batteries. Basically we snuck into a beach resort in which we blended in with the hotel guests as long as I didn't pull out my cruise ship towel. I swam in their pool, walked the beach and laid out for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last three days at sea I spent in the fitness center/spa. Donna got her hair done. Linda and I both treated ourselves to Russell's most amazing scalp massage, which include the shoulders too. All I can say is Linda went back for a second one, it was that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I soaked in the whirlpool, the hot tubs, the mineral pools and visited the sauna and steam rooms. It was the best therapy I've had in a while. One night we attended an ice skating show (yes, the ship had an ice skating rink.) Linda and I sat in on the napkin folding class, toured the ship and took lots of naps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-2082037710133243329?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/2082037710133243329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=2082037710133243329&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/2082037710133243329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/2082037710133243329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/12/mexican-riviera-cruise.html' title='A Mexican Riviera Cruise'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sysh6hna_VI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jj9cL3DVUS8/s72-c/San+Pedro+Port+and+N+ight.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-3506916670492741953</id><published>2009-12-17T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:05:39.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sitani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenni'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sysajai0_ZI/AAAAAAAAAcg/u320QiH-k9w/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416452172566298002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sysajai0_ZI/AAAAAAAAAcg/u320QiH-k9w/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Grace and Marley cuddle up on the coach and play tickle tickle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysZeGP39sI/AAAAAAAAAcY/7n-phsa-Fi0/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416450981707118274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysZeGP39sI/AAAAAAAAAcY/7n-phsa-Fi0/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Gracie gives Marley a huge hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysZdOu_mmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/5_GHZ8nXOdE/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416450966805256802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysZdOu_mmI/AAAAAAAAAcI/5_GHZ8nXOdE/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom reads the turkey riddles to Marley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysXR1in-tI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-MmqoDS-8jA/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416448572040674002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysXR1in-tI/AAAAAAAAAb4/-MmqoDS-8jA/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our very own second grade teacher Kristi brings a turkey craft for the kids to do.  It was a hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysXRc4IIvI/AAAAAAAAAbw/cPlvl56qY9k/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416448565419975410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysXRc4IIvI/AAAAAAAAAbw/cPlvl56qY9k/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Seth pauses between story prose for a picture in his John Deer hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysXQ4C9adI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qvLazN9PyRI/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416448555533298130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysXQ4C9adI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qvLazN9PyRI/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Grace lounges like a true Athenian goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysXQZCI82I/AAAAAAAAAbg/owOp4LIoVu4/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416448547208360802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysXQZCI82I/AAAAAAAAAbg/owOp4LIoVu4/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elijah preps the ball for a quarterback style toss while Marley explores the Turkey Trot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysXP-mDryI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3DHS4wzfMHQ/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416448540111253282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysXP-mDryI/AAAAAAAAAbY/3DHS4wzfMHQ/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our precious little Preston has just spotted the object of his desire, a ball. Aren't his truck pajama's adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416446351251721106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysVQkdRy5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/vqJgh3RDAbc/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+003.JPG" /&gt;We are all so happy we're together....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Grace, Kristi, Will, Jenni and Seth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416446357080037618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysVQ6K22PI/AAAAAAAAAbA/19O3VIlBaA8/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this group hug adds a mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416446367117591858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysVRfj_xTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/vMJR00Q4QWQ/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then an Alisha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysVRimGf_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/UhjHbxjGiak/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416446367931727858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysVRimGf_I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/UhjHbxjGiak/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ta-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-3506916670492741953?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/3506916670492741953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=3506916670492741953&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/3506916670492741953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/3506916670492741953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sysajai0_ZI/AAAAAAAAAcg/u320QiH-k9w/s72-c/Thanksgiving+2009+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-5226850027728260394</id><published>2009-12-17T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:34:29.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalynn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sitani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ember'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meeka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace'/><title type='text'>The First Annual Thomas Turkey Trot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416430486161244930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysG1GY8wwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lthFiiVd7aw/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom and Kristi blaze through the finish line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416430493623518562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysG1iMGBWI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ip28Nx5VhOI/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+027.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;High five to the finishers of the Turkey Trot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416430475861496130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysG0gBTEUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/y8hktFPTphc/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+030.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Kristi, Mom, Alisha and Grace pause to revel in the sweet taste of victory in the crisp morning air.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416431415294720690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysHrLroerI/AAAAAAAAAaY/HaOU2RnqBbg/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Check out the two bald eagles Sitani and I spotted on our lap around the park.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysHsa8Pi2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/AqHYKOuipm0/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416431436570790754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysHsa8Pi2I/AAAAAAAAAaw/AqHYKOuipm0/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's Mr. Turkey himself stopping for a picture with Alisha, Ember, Mom, Grace, Meeka, Dalynn and Sitani.  Ember snuggles up to Grandma hoping to get a little warmer while Sitani can't wait to pick up another handful of snow.  Meeka and Dalynn cuddle up close with hats and mittens.  What a fun day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysHr9-CXLI/AAAAAAAAAao/6wHsVuaj0xM/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+2009+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416431428793687218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysHr9-CXLI/AAAAAAAAAao/6wHsVuaj0xM/s400/Thanksgiving+2009+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grace and her scarf match perfectly.  Such style for a picture with Mr. Turkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-5226850027728260394?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/5226850027728260394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=5226850027728260394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5226850027728260394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5226850027728260394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-annual-thomas-turkey-trot.html' title='The First Annual Thomas Turkey Trot'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SysG1GY8wwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/lthFiiVd7aw/s72-c/Thanksgiving+2009+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-6790886861426708622</id><published>2009-11-09T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:11:32.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Baby Shower Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Svi6-RIiwHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/r7e3C3X-GN8/s1600-h/twocds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402273331944800370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Svi6-RIiwHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/r7e3C3X-GN8/s400/twocds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jenniferthomasmusic.com/"&gt;http://www.jenniferthomasmusic.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jennifer's newest album is complete with magical lullabies to put any baby to sleep.  You have to hear them for yourself.  Samples are on her website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May I suggest getting a few CD's and putting them away for baby showers or holiday gifts and of course, one for yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-6790886861426708622?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/6790886861426708622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=6790886861426708622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6790886861426708622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6790886861426708622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/11/perfect-baby-shower-gift.html' title='The Perfect Baby Shower Gift'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Svi6-RIiwHI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/r7e3C3X-GN8/s72-c/twocds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-492570456024929280</id><published>2009-11-06T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:44:38.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Builds Noah's Ark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SvRoJKfuC4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ZNaQHiqyevM/s1600-h/Noah%27s+Ark.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401056359769574274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SvRoJKfuC4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ZNaQHiqyevM/s400/Noah%27s+Ark.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This working Replica of Noah's Ark opened In SCHAGEN, Netherlands . The massive central door in the side of Noah's Ark was opened the first crowd of curious townsfolk to behold the wonder. Of course, it's only a replica of the Biblical Ark, built by Dutch Creationist Johan Huibers as a testament to his faith in the literal truth of the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;The ark is 150 cubits long, 30 cubits high and 20 cubits wide. That's two-thirds the length of a football field and as high as a three-story house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SvRouODpPZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Rvq_Nwz3lwg/s1600-h/noah%27s+ark4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401056996380720530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SvRouODpPZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Rvq_Nwz3lwg/s400/noah%27s+ark4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life-size models of giraffes, elephants, lions, crocodiles, zebras, bison and other animals greet visitors as they arrive in the main hold.&lt;br /&gt;A contractor by trade, Huibers built the ark of cedar and pine. Biblical Scholars debate exactly what the wood used by Noah would have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Huibers did the work mostly with his own hands, using modern tools and with occasional help from his son Roy.&lt;br /&gt;Construction began in May 2005. On the uncovered top - deck not quite ready in time for the opening - will come a petting zoo, with baby lambs and chickens, and goats, and one camel.&lt;br /&gt;Visitors on the first day were stunned. "It's past comprehension", said Mary Louise Starosciak, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SvRot9rLn6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/ojw0u5o67tE/s1600-h/noah%27s+ark+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401056991983148962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SvRot9rLn6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/ojw0u5o67tE/s400/noah%27s+ark+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who happened to be bicycling by with her husband while on vacation when they saw the ark looming over the local landscape.&lt;br /&gt;"I knew the story of Noah, but I had no idea the boat would have been so big." There is enough space near the keel for a 50-seat film theater where kids can watch a video that tells the story of Noah and his ark.&lt;br /&gt;Huibers, a Christian man, said he hopes the project will renew interest in Christianity in the Netherlands, where church going has fallen dramatically in the past 50 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SvRouaLYPrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/TyQ1iuMRI14/s1600-h/Noah%27s+ark5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401056999634386610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SvRouaLYPrI/AAAAAAAAAYA/TyQ1iuMRI14/s400/Noah%27s+ark5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that I am old and Gray...give me the time to tell this new generation (and their children too) about all your mighty miracles. Psalm 71:18&lt;br /&gt;With God all things are possible&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 19:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-492570456024929280?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/492570456024929280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=492570456024929280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/492570456024929280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/492570456024929280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/11/man-builds-noahs-ark.html' title='Man Builds Noah&apos;s Ark'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SvRoJKfuC4I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ZNaQHiqyevM/s72-c/Noah%27s+Ark.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-1561788635811247168</id><published>2009-11-04T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:10:16.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>The Pied Piper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SvIGivzxBFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/jro8SbcXOsQ/s1600-h/joy+ride.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SvIGTOMB4yI/AAAAAAAAAWo/RPANGqg8_oY/s1600-h/Obama+the+Pipper.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400385830466478882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 475px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SvIGTOMB4yI/AAAAAAAAAWo/RPANGqg8_oY/s400/Obama+the+Pipper.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SvIGcd5xYEI/AAAAAAAAAWw/bjxCUiTLEvw/s1600-h/redistribution.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-1561788635811247168?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/1561788635811247168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=1561788635811247168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/1561788635811247168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/1561788635811247168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/11/pied-piper.html' title='The Pied Piper'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SvIGTOMB4yI/AAAAAAAAAWo/RPANGqg8_oY/s72-c/Obama+the+Pipper.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-5608877333466167749</id><published>2009-11-01T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:18:20.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Macys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Su8E3q7nzwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/7cxYgD2cS2k/s1600-h/SD531158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399539832704192258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Su8E3q7nzwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/7cxYgD2cS2k/s400/SD531158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After spending this past year working part-time and going round and round with my friend that I affectionately call Franny Fatigue, I've decided to take some time off and see if I can't get on top of these symptoms. I'm excited about it and it feels right. I've slept for two weeks and this weekend have emerged once again to participate in life. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on keeping a moderate pace for myself and then filling in my "getting better time" with some projects around the house, maybe I'll finish painting my bedroom...we'll see. The paint can is still sitting here on the floor ready to go. It's been staring at me since August. Gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be so nice to have enough umph to go to church regularly and even start up my yoga routine again, each one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'll pick up a day or two here and there to sub in the schools but my main focus will be to get healthy. It sounds so good to me. I'm hoping to have a disability hearing with in the next six months. I'd really like to start moving on with my life. It's the light at the end of the tunnel until I can figure something better out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-5608877333466167749?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/5608877333466167749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=5608877333466167749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5608877333466167749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5608877333466167749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-bye-macys.html' title='Good Bye Macys'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Su8E3q7nzwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/7cxYgD2cS2k/s72-c/SD531158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-5586333837817465886</id><published>2009-10-02T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:59:02.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone with Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYiLNTlEhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/NPr3QVOQx80/s1600-h/SD531083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388031580141064722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYiLNTlEhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/NPr3QVOQx80/s400/SD531083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is where we turn? For those of you who missed the earlier blog. We actually set out for this drive two weeks earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYiKpxIWSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/s8BNUC-m9Bc/s1600-h/SD531088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388031570601335074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYiKpxIWSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/s8BNUC-m9Bc/s400/SD531088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mom and I walked the streets of Jackson we came upon this shop sign. It reminded us of our 2008 Christmas "Thomoose Family Reunion," affectionately coined by Mark (Laura's husband), in conjunction with a picture we have of Dad making antlers above his head with his fingers. Dad still thinks we were making fun of him, but we weren't. We are just dazzled by Mark's creativity. The last email from Elizabeth and James coordinating our up and coming reunion was also titled "Thomoose Reunion." Sounds like the theme just may stick in honor of Dad and all the trips he took us on as kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYiJvBR3PI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LO0HJcbGasU/s1600-h/SD531091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388031554831375602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYiJvBR3PI/AAAAAAAAAUw/LO0HJcbGasU/s400/SD531091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our picturesque outdoor lunch in Jackson Mom was stalked by a bee who eventually got her, but she did put up a good fight. Mom who is the last to complain about pain or discomfort (note: she had ten children) admitted it did hurt, but just a wee bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know a copper penny held on top of the sting spot will eliminate the pain? Poof, in no time it was better. So, my random facts of useless information isn't so useless after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYiIxJe5XI/AAAAAAAAAUo/e9PUWVF5l-k/s1600-h/SD531101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388031538222785906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYiIxJe5XI/AAAAAAAAAUo/e9PUWVF5l-k/s400/SD531101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYhQMpAA8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/JM5bzhmqHfs/s1600-h/SD531114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388030566350193602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYhQMpAA8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/JM5bzhmqHfs/s400/SD531114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Grand Teton National Park on our way to Yellowstone we came across a fire. You can see the Tetons range in the distance. The smoke haze on the mountain views were really something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYhPtLTtdI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ilVpNMe2XiU/s1600-h/SD531094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388030557904156114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYhPtLTtdI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ilVpNMe2XiU/s400/SD531094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is hazed over by smoke as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYhPFXBKkI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UJGhwKMCmNU/s1600-h/SD531104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388030547215854146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYhPFXBKkI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UJGhwKMCmNU/s400/SD531104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYhOnanK8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/BTFyMM7bD6Q/s1600-h/SD531119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388030539177864130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYhOnanK8I/AAAAAAAAAUI/BTFyMM7bD6Q/s400/SD531119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYgdLOEIiI/AAAAAAAAATw/1wxg5crgiY0/s1600-h/SD531123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388029689795453474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYgdLOEIiI/AAAAAAAAATw/1wxg5crgiY0/s400/SD531123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I take the West Thumb Lake walk-about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYgdhl3lBI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_GBidd6hnaU/s1600-h/SD531122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388029695800874002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYgdhl3lBI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_GBidd6hnaU/s400/SD531122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYgcuaix1I/AAAAAAAAATo/dNs9PesI-fk/s1600-h/SD531127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388029682063165266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYgcuaix1I/AAAAAAAAATo/dNs9PesI-fk/s400/SD531127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. Thermal activity underwater... can't wait to bring Sitani, Missy Moo, Karly, Spencer, Apple, Noah, Marley, Lady Gwenevere, Preston, Lucky Eli, Jace and more back to see it one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYgbx5MIhI/AAAAAAAAATg/7goSMlnW56Y/s1600-h/SD531132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388029665817141778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYgbx5MIhI/AAAAAAAAATg/7goSMlnW56Y/s400/SD531132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the bear prints in the cement are real? Nah. But someone had a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYekGA_q3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/BoG6EfAU9xw/s1600-h/SD531135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388027609634286450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYekGA_q3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/BoG6EfAU9xw/s400/SD531135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved on down to our next stop, the infamous Old Faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYeja_DsmI/AAAAAAAAATI/qFyko8Crhl0/s1600-h/SD531137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388027598083437154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYeja_DsmI/AAAAAAAAATI/qFyko8Crhl0/s400/SD531137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom stops for a picture in front of cooling Old Faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYehvpI5vI/AAAAAAAAASw/Az6xAN90_ps/s1600-h/SD531144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388027569268909810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYehvpI5vI/AAAAAAAAASw/Az6xAN90_ps/s400/SD531144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night in West Yellowstone hot tubing and relaxing. On the way home we passed through the Island Park area and saw some impressive colors. This one we stopped for. We made it back to Idaho Falls in time to put the Lasagna in the oven and head to church to hear Alisha's talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-5586333837817465886?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/5586333837817465886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=5586333837817465886&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5586333837817465886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/5586333837817465886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/10/yellowstone-with-mom.html' title='Yellowstone with Mom'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SsYiLNTlEhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/NPr3QVOQx80/s72-c/SD531083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-8602294292254931802</id><published>2009-09-16T22:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T05:12:49.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to Blog About</title><content type='html'>Ever since our family started blogging I've found that I just don't feel like I have anything worth "writing home" about. So, I'm going to write and see if I can't find something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIJOoTi9QI/AAAAAAAAAQw/18dpLtYHktE/s1600-h/baby+peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382374651603383554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIJOoTi9QI/AAAAAAAAAQw/18dpLtYHktE/s400/baby+peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's times when I think maybe I should borrow some adorable children and wildly snap pictures to post, or hit a college activity where I can wear a crazy hat and make the peace sign with a big cheesy grin. I haven't had any dynamite interviews as of late like Daniel did, although I did graduate in the top ten of my class. Wait, there were only ten in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like everyone else has struggles but in spite of it all is living an incredible "write home" kind of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, Luke is the successful airline pilot, experiencing a career that is as if it was made for him. Luke, we do need a virtual tour of your new home some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrILL84Ws5I/AAAAAAAAARA/VRcO5uLbTUo/s1600-h/trail+running+shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382376804610126738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrILL84Ws5I/AAAAAAAAARA/VRcO5uLbTUo/s400/trail+running+shoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will, also a brother, is running any where his shoes will go, which makes me tired thinking about it. I never thought I'd be stalking someone via GPS, but it was kinda fun. He just circled Mount Rainer some 90 plus miles in two days. (?*!*?/&amp;amp;3?) He's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ever fun sister Kristi is a gifted photographer with a family that's divine. Yeah, I know all families come from heaven, but she's got some really neat heaven sent kids. And then if you've ever seen her classroom; it runs like a well oiled machine. She's a substitute teachers dream. I bet you can actually find the lessons plans. That is truly remarkable having substituted in a few classrooms myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel is living the east coast dream with who knows what blessings to follow. You may have heard of his incredible job offer. We are all proud of him and his accomplishments. Mom and Dad are so excited to go for the graduation in Oct that I'm not sure they don't already have their bags packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIKK28mzyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vwI_SL8aEVI/s1600-h/sedona+vortex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382375686325849890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIKK28mzyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/vwI_SL8aEVI/s400/sedona+vortex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laura and her family have just relocated to Tempe Arizona where some of the very best missionaries serve and it never gets too cold. I'm excited for them to explore the area. Dad, Mom and me and then later Jenni and me took a drive to Sedona, when I lived down there, which each of you should put on your must see list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth gets even more beautiful each day. She's a good wife and mother, to boot. I'm looking forward to one day touring the eco friendly home they design for themselves. I'm trying to think if there's anything I need to buy. They're the ones who can find a deal on just about anything. What a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382378972005578834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrINKHDsuFI/AAAAAAAAARI/agZa1DkzqGY/s400/wizard+action+figure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Seth is brilliant and even tested as a genius in grade school I'm told. He's living the college life with what sounds like fairly easy classes for him. (Seth, feel free to tell me other wise.) No one will be surprised when he releases his first book with who knows, maybe a movie or two or even some action figures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we've come to my sister Grace and her blogs. I do relate to her occasional post of satire regarding singledom. Honey, you just call anytime you need to talk. I have a feeling her future is pretty amazing too. Like the rest of us, she probably wonders exactly what that might be. Grace, if you have a bum day, just stop by the mall and look at jewelry. A little piece of jewelry always makes me feel better, but try to avoid the wedding sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIbiUO5flI/AAAAAAAAASY/FH_sxFne4Lo/s1600-h/young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382394781021863506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIbiUO5flI/AAAAAAAAASY/FH_sxFne4Lo/s400/young.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My youngest sister Alisha and I share the house with Mom and Dad. We are keeping them young, right Alisha? Alisha's a senior this year. She has an exit date with real plans to move out. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me; I'm not moving out any time soon. I'm glad to be home. It's humbling to be limited as mortals are sometimes, but at the same time I've never had so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done some missionary work with the sister missionaries. It's been really nice to have enough health to occasionally do something besides sleep and work. Brenna is a new member. She and I did Baptisms a few weeks ago. Her testimony is powerful. I feel blessed to be in her path, or she in mine, whichever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrINy90tkcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cEogap1FI8E/s1600-h/paint+can.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382379673901437378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrINy90tkcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cEogap1FI8E/s400/paint+can.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For my birthday month I decided to paint my bedroom. It's taken me all month and some of the next but I'm almost done. I'd get part way through a project and be completely worn out that I'd put the brush down for a short rest only to come back to it a few days later and have to go out and buy a new brush. That's not very effective... It's been a fun project. It occured to me one day that I had been living at home for almost two years and probably wasn't going to move out anytime soon and I had just as well turn the bright bold high schooler blue into something more fitting. I'll have to post some pictures if I can get my camera working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIIA-oSTiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/fvGB8t3ayQY/s1600-h/gavel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382373317566156322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIIA-oSTiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/fvGB8t3ayQY/s400/gavel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw my attorney the other day. I'm getting closer to having a disability hearing. We don't have a specific date just yet but, they told me last year to expect a letter between Aug and Jan. Well, it's September. Who would have thought it could take three years. It makes me roll my eyes, but when you are in my shoes it's still better than no government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIFDCaFg0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Y-Rq4aM29og/s1600-h/d_200908_gnav_wnew_anr-prod.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382370054405194562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 56px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIFDCaFg0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Y-Rq4aM29og/s400/d_200908_gnav_wnew_anr-prod.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm now working the Estee' Lauder counter at Macy's. I'm learning their products and building a new clientele. It's only been two weeks, but I've nearly got the bay organized and yes, even labeled. I've had record sales the past few days. I enjoy working. I do come home with my entire body in pain head to toe. Might as well light me on fire. I don't know that it would be all that different. Rest cuts the pain. I crash for as long as I need to and offer thanks for the days off between shifts. I remember working full time, so this is not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIBbm0eh2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/s1R-u2hRjyk/s1600-h/jackson+hole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382366078449911650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIBbm0eh2I/AAAAAAAAAQI/s1R-u2hRjyk/s400/jackson+hole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom came down to my bedroom on a Saturday and made an offer I couldn't turn down. I've been car less and going for scenic road trips is something I've really missed. She asked if wanted to go to Jackson for the afternoon. I've never been. I knew I needed to rest but like borrowing on the credit card I said I don't care, I'll pay for it later. Mom doesn't get days off but once a blue moon and we wanted to catch the end of summer. So we headed towards Jackson. If they'd only post those junction signs in big letters like they do in other states... Yeah, so on the way back from &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; driving to Jackson, we found the big over sized, "turn here to go to Jackson" sign hanging boldly on a big pole over the middle of the highway. Hum, how did we miss that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIgF9Aw_RI/AAAAAAAAASo/LrfwFYyBtVg/s1600-h/bike+race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382399791310372114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIgF9Aw_RI/AAAAAAAAASo/LrfwFYyBtVg/s400/bike+race.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2,100 bikers, Palisades campers and lady with an orange flag in the middle of the road waving in no particular direction was quite distracting. Thus, we missed the sign. Instead we saw parts of Wyoming I had never seen before. I'm not going to tell you which parts, because then you'll know just how lost we were. No, we weren't lost. We had every intention to go for a long scenic drive and we did just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to try again in two weeks, this time with a map. We were just scouting it out to make sure when we really go, we will know where to turn, right Mom? It sure was a fun afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrISA-gPtJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GHIaYR0FPqM/s1600-h/44_417_d_mariner_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382384312648709266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrISA-gPtJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GHIaYR0FPqM/s400/44_417_d_mariner_150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weeks ago Linda, a former roommate from Beaverton, OR called. Her parents are celebrating their 50th on Mariner of the Seas cruise ship Dec 5th bound for the Mexican Riviera (Cabo, Puerta Vallarta, Mazatlan). Linda, will need someone to share a cabin with. Oh, you can count on me whenever a friend is in need. That's just the kind of girl I a&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrH7Byp41UI/AAAAAAAAAPY/NRNVPzR0Q8A/s1600-h/44_417_d_mariner_150.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m to come to someones aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIQspzTpZI/AAAAAAAAARw/FGHCqihU3ds/s1600-h/Puerta+Vallarta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382382863982503314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIQspzTpZI/AAAAAAAAARw/FGHCqihU3ds/s400/Puerta+Vallarta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrISjxSrdaI/AAAAAAAAASI/NUNzCYj3ATU/s1600-h/Mazatlan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382384910397568418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrISjxSrdaI/AAAAAAAAASI/NUNzCYj3ATU/s400/Mazatlan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382384640679234738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrISUEg0TLI/AAAAAAAAASA/zuaoxdte4Z4/s400/cabo+san+lucas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gathered up the money from the sell of my Tuscon cargo screen on eBay, my Lancome commissions during our big gift, some extra hours, mom's skymiles and what do you know...I think it's meant to be. I'll do just about anything for a vacation, especially if there's a spa and/or a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I did find something to blog about after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-8602294292254931802?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/8602294292254931802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=8602294292254931802&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8602294292254931802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8602294292254931802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-to-blog-about.html' title='Nothing to Blog About'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SrIJOoTi9QI/AAAAAAAAAQw/18dpLtYHktE/s72-c/baby+peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-3191301550074980697</id><published>2009-08-31T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:02:49.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a Jar - Irena Sendler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SpykefJ13UI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WmWVRVJ3nlU/s1600-h/Irena+Sendler.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376352898839338306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SpykefJ13UI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WmWVRVJ3nlU/s400/Irena+Sendler.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WARSAW, Poland (AP) - Irena Sendler - a Polish social worker who helped save some 2,500 Jewish children from the Nazis by smuggling them out of the Warsaw Ghetto and giving them false identities - has died.  She was 98.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sendler died at a Warsaw hospital on Monday morning, her daughter, Janina Zgrzembska, told The Associated Press.   She had been hospitalized since last month with pneumonia.  Sendler was serving as a social worker with the city's welfare department during World War II when she masterminded the risky rescue operations of Jewish children from the Warsaw Ghetto during Nazi Germany's brutal World War II occupation.  Records show that Sendler's team of some 20 people saved nearly 2,500 children from the Warsaw Ghetto between October 1940 and April 1943, when the Nazis burned the ghetto, shooting the residents or sending them to death camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Under the pretext of inspecting the ghetto's sanitary conditions during a typhoid outbreak, Sendler and her assistants went inside in search of children who could be smuggled out and given a chance of survival by living as Catholics.  Babies and small children were smuggled out in ambulances and in trams, sometimes wrapped up as packages.   Teenagers escaped by joining teams of workers forced to labor outside the ghetto.  They were placed in families, orphanages, hospitals or convents.In hopes of one day uniting the children with their families - most of whom perished in the Nazis' death camps - Sendler wrote the children's real names on slips of paper that she kept at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When German police came to arrest her in 1943, an assistant managed to hide the slips, which Sendler later buried in a jar under an apple tree in an associate's yard.   Some 2,500 names were recorded.  Anyone caught helping Jews in Nazi-occupied Poland risked being summarily shot, along with family members - a fate Sendler only barely escaped herself after the 1943 raid by the Gestapo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Nazis took her to the Pawiak prison, which few left alive.  She was tortured and was left with permanent scarring on her body - but she refused to betray her team.   Zegota, an underground organization helping Jews, for which she worked at the time, paid a bribe to German guards to free her from the prison.   Under a different name, she continued her work.After World War II, Sendler worked as a social welfare official and director of vocational schools, continuing to assist some of the children she rescued.Sendler's daughter once told the AP that during her childhood, the family house "was always full of people asking for help, chiefly looking for their lost relatives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In 1965, Sendler became one of the first so-called Righteous Gentiles honored by the Yad Vashem Holocaust memorial in Jerusalem for wartime heroics.  Poland's communist leaders at that time would not allow her to travel to Israel; she collected the award in 1983.  Despite the Yad Vashem honor, Sendler was largely forgotten in her homeland.   Only in her final years, confined to a nursing home, did she finally become one of Poland's most respected figures, with President Lech Kaczynski and other politicians backing a campaign that put her name forward for the Nobel Peace Prize.  That effort came after her name was brought to the world's attention in 2000 by a group of U.S. schoolgirls from Uniontown, Kan., who wrote a short play about her bravery based on historic records called "Life in a Jar."  It went on to garner international attention, and has been performed more than 200 times in the United States, Canada and Poland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-3191301550074980697?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/3191301550074980697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=3191301550074980697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/3191301550074980697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/3191301550074980697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-in-jar-irena-sendler.html' title='Life in a Jar - Irena Sendler'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SpykefJ13UI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/WmWVRVJ3nlU/s72-c/Irena+Sendler.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-1884252129533617433</id><published>2009-08-09T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:21:23.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seth'/><title type='text'>Oct 2008 - Meeting Seth at the SLC Airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sn9TuUaD3UI/AAAAAAAAAO4/K727Kdaqagc/s1600-h/Seth%27s+Mission+Homecoming+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368101336066022722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sn9TuUaD3UI/AAAAAAAAAO4/K727Kdaqagc/s400/Seth%27s+Mission+Homecoming+(14).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elder Thomas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368094483365156978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sn9NfcG22HI/AAAAAAAAAN4/IKHnUwVMENA/s400/Seth%27s+Mission+Homecoming+(7).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After holding the banner up, off and on again, for the first five minutes, we realized we didn't need to until we actually saw Seth coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Wow, it's a good thing we figured that out, because were at least twenty minutes early.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368096283079534018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sn9PIMkM5cI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/RlXviYjLgzA/s400/Seth%27s+Mission+Homecoming+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma and Grace were excited to see Seth (and each other).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368101324972381890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sn9TtrFIVsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/afNy_24iaN4/s400/Seth%27s+Mission+Homecoming+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt; The babies and their buggies were posed and ready to cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368094487611416530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sn9Nfr7Pn9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/onl7UkBP2kA/s400/Seth%27s+Mission+Homecoming+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I've got the balloon," says Sitani. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sn9PHqueDEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AH0WWmedCKo/s1600-h/Seth%27s+Mission+Homecoming+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368096273995795522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sn9PHqueDEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AH0WWmedCKo/s400/Seth%27s+Mission+Homecoming+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is Seth here yet? We're kinda ready to party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368096287638607138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sn9PIdjK1SI/AAAAAAAAAOY/TzAIJ0jCYaU/s400/Seth%27s+Mission+Homecoming+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;After realizing we'd be waiting a few more minutes, Haini provided some comic relief by disappearing only to reappear magically on the escalator - Yes, the same one we were all anxiously watching for Seth to come down on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Oh, look! It's Elder Suguturaga, just home from his mission to CA."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haini, thanks for the funny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sn9NedY_EiI/AAAAAAAAANo/oIbVkctiEyQ/s1600-h/Seth%27s+Mission+Homecoming+(14).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368101330285632050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sn9Tt-36GjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kZiv7OitlOU/s400/Seth%27s+Mission+Homecoming+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt; He's here! Look how he's changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, not too much - he still has a backpack of books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368104427279523602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sn9WiQEynxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/rSXBkeLFao8/s400/Seth%27s+Mission+Homecoming+(13).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Are you telling me he has a suitcase full of books too? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(By-the-way, if you'd like to borrow a book, they're mostly written in German.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sn9NeEeVufI/AAAAAAAAANg/sfirdKSGhO8/s1600-h/Seth%27s+Mission+Homecoming+(15).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368094459841329650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sn9NeEeVufI/AAAAAAAAANg/sfirdKSGhO8/s400/Seth%27s+Mission+Homecoming+(15).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seth and Jace met for the first time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368096300716834658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sn9PJORQv2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/80ME7OqLYgw/s400/Seth%27s+Mission+Homecoming+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hey, good looking. Have we met yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Note to self: "I've got to get me an RM one day." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, Daddy says, "Not anytime too soon.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-1884252129533617433?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/1884252129533617433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=1884252129533617433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/1884252129533617433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/1884252129533617433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/08/oct-2008-meeting-seth-at-slc-airport.html' title='Oct 2008 - Meeting Seth at the SLC Airport'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sn9TuUaD3UI/AAAAAAAAAO4/K727Kdaqagc/s72-c/Seth%27s+Mission+Homecoming+(14).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-699620525031915440</id><published>2009-08-04T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:46:30.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><title type='text'>One Diploma After Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SniqthrWVXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZJMjJAxz1mQ/s1600-h/ELIZABETH+036+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366226655122969970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SniqthrWVXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZJMjJAxz1mQ/s400/ELIZABETH+036+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2009 and she's finished her internship. The last paper has been written.  She even got her Mrs. degree in between all those classes, not to mention bring little Gweneviere into this world. Wow, you are a real go-getter.  Three cheers for you - hip, hip, horray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-699620525031915440?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/699620525031915440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=699620525031915440&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/699620525031915440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/699620525031915440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-diploma-after-another.html' title='One Diploma After Another'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SniqthrWVXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZJMjJAxz1mQ/s72-c/ELIZABETH+036+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-3470067040850738936</id><published>2009-07-19T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:31:34.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Settlers Online</title><content type='html'>Okay, for those of you who like Settlers here's an opportunity to further your addiction.  &lt;a href="http://www.games.asobrain.com/"&gt;www.games.asobrain.com&lt;/a&gt;.  It's called Xplorers.  The site is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessha --&gt; Zuzupetals&lt;br /&gt;James --&gt; Roomhealth&lt;br /&gt;Alisha --&gt; Perfectman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni, send me your username as soon as you sign up.  (Ha ha, should that day come I'll roll over and, and what, giggle some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-3470067040850738936?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/3470067040850738936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=3470067040850738936&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/3470067040850738936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/3470067040850738936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/07/settlers-online.html' title='Settlers Online'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-2079163803736017966</id><published>2009-07-14T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:30:15.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358535056994912866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sl1XPlyoymI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e8jMCsVTFCc/s400/Crossed+fingers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Little Elijah Lucky Suguturaga was born this morning and he was a lucky fellow in deed, making it through a tough spot (well, maybe that's not the best choice of words). It was certainly more than a few ministering angels crossing their fingers that helped him arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's here and healthy, and mom is too. I'll let you get the delivery details from Kristi and/or Haini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sl1p4Gz-lLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xO8svDTcCcA/s1600-h/Lucky+dube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358555544262972594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sl1p4Gz-lLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xO8svDTcCcA/s400/Lucky+dube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, his dad (Haini) gave him the middle name Lucky, which is also the name of a popular hawaiian/reggae singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I received the broadcast text letting us know he was here safely and that his middle name would be Lucky, I just froze, for the very word lucky was already swirling in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sl1lqj90FuI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-xt5WCp_1ZU/s1600-h/co_macysLogo2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358550913524176610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sl1lqj90FuI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-xt5WCp_1ZU/s400/co_macysLogo2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had just gotten off work where against many odds I barely qualified to enter a drawing for "make your pre-sale goal for the day." I could go on-and-on about how peculiar it was that I even got a chance to participate based on my unique circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sl1oX_3rcQI/AAAAAAAAALA/Pf0e-zHSCtE/s1600-h/drawing+jar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358553893132005634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sl1oX_3rcQI/AAAAAAAAALA/Pf0e-zHSCtE/s400/drawing+jar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I turned in my slip and fished around for a ticket from the box. Most of the perks were coupons for a dollar and even fewer for the five dollar cash prize. The gal in shoes had already pulled the one-and-only fifty dollar ticket but there was still that hundred dollar card left among multiple odds. I told the girls that I was a very lucky girl and that I often win. Positive thinking, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sl1siz0ONtI/AAAAAAAAALg/7gJuDJstndU/s1600-h/go+right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358558476921353938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sl1siz0ONtI/AAAAAAAAALg/7gJuDJstndU/s400/go+right.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was one of those moments when my hand reached in the box and the feeling came so strongly to pick the one I on the right that I was holding, as I had picked up two or three coupons. I dropped the others and pulled the card from the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358557046744518338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sl1rPj_fjsI/AAAAAAAAALY/zsE5vtRHYig/s400/puzzled+business+woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I was holding the coupon and looking at it but I couldn't process what I was reading. I shook my head to clear my vision and looked again. As I raised my head to look at my co-workers I was speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358554297193007058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sl1ovhHVB9I/AAAAAAAAALI/vnrBMVpSezw/s400/hundred+dollar+bill+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had pulled the hundred dollar card! We let out a "I'm in shock" kind of squeal. We all did. There were hugs and much excitement. They all agreed, I am pretty lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sl1tNLbeuBI/AAAAAAAAALo/qpxTUEGXweg/s1600-h/Crossed+fingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358559204814534674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sl1tNLbeuBI/AAAAAAAAALo/qpxTUEGXweg/s400/Crossed+fingers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, Elijah Lucky is here and Kristi (my sister, his mom) is now asking for the her portion of the cash prize. After all, she did most of the work getting our good luck bundle here. What a lucky day it's been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By-the-way, I just paid my tithing on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-2079163803736017966?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/2079163803736017966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=2079163803736017966&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/2079163803736017966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/2079163803736017966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/07/lucky-day.html' title='Lucky Day'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sl1XPlyoymI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/e8jMCsVTFCc/s72-c/Crossed+fingers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-6197443369795698320</id><published>2009-07-12T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:22:55.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 O'Clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sloy0OtHbLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VU1T0vOJ_uM/s1600-h/1+o%27clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357650579592539314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sloy0OtHbLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VU1T0vOJ_uM/s400/1+o%27clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My work schedule has changed so that I now have Sunday's off.  Last Sunday I was getting into the car to drive to church, still not used to the 9am meeting time and I turned to Elizabeth and commented that I really had enjoyed the singles wards because we always met around 1pm, which meant I could sleep in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I arrived at church just as Relief Society was starting.  We got situated and then I looked up to see that the clock was off.  It was running as if it was 1pm.  I turned to Elizabeth, pointing at the clock in which both of us couldn't help but crack a smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it was a coinsidence - others might.  I get the feeling that someone upstairs has been watching over this mortal life of mine and could see a bit of humor that needed pointing out.  I can't help but think that they were enjoying themselves over this little practical joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-6197443369795698320?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/6197443369795698320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=6197443369795698320&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6197443369795698320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6197443369795698320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-oclock.html' title='1 O&apos;Clock'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sloy0OtHbLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/VU1T0vOJ_uM/s72-c/1+o%27clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-6957102215298194931</id><published>2009-07-12T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:59:23.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Calendar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SloyfKmFNKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XdEatiNWIJk/s1600-h/humancalendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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Got the Spirit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Slo5LC6nojI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bzMNWOlbN98/s1600-h/Gallon-Milk-497007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357657568634708530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Slo5LC6nojI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bzMNWOlbN98/s400/Gallon-Milk-497007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A young man had been to Wednesday Night Bible Study. The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but wonder, 'Does God still speak to people?' After service, he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways. It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, 'God...If you still speak t o people, speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, 'God is that you?' He didn't get a reply and started on toward home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk.' It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, 'Turn Down that street.' This is crazy he thought, and drove on past the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud, 'Okay, God, I will.' He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in a semi-commercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he sensed something, 'Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street.' The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up, they are going to be mad and I will look stupid.' Again, he felt like he should go and give the milk. Finally, he opened the door, 'Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for some thing, but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, 'Who is it? What do you want?' Then the door opened before the young man could get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep.. 'What is it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, 'Here, I brought this to you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face. The man began speaking and half crying, 'We were just praying. We had some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk.' His wife in the kitchen yelled out, 'I ask him to send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face. He knew that God still answers prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357658780329843058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Slo6Rk1QGXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/To9G7tufk-4/s400/Angel+-+never+so+lost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-3107396464522695105?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/3107396464522695105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=3107396464522695105&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/3107396464522695105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/3107396464522695105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/05/got-milk-got-spirit.html' title='Got Milk?  Got the Spirit?'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Slo5LC6nojI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bzMNWOlbN98/s72-c/Gallon-Milk-497007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-8459512859742775560</id><published>2009-03-17T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:42:16.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Women Ruled the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sb_Sx4fuqrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NhIrSvn_caw/s1600-h/Women%27s+Restroom.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314197839741364914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sb_Sx4fuqrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NhIrSvn_caw/s400/Women%27s+Restroom.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sb_SrLHK1NI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2JRXMpjUrhI/s1600-h/Hammer+and+Screwdriver.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314197724479542482" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sb_SrLHK1NI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2JRXMpjUrhI/s400/Hammer+and+Screwdriver.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sb_ShvKBntI/AAAAAAAAAIY/526wr6UGk94/s1600-h/Compact+Mouse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314197562356506322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sb_ShvKBntI/AAAAAAAAAIY/526wr6UGk94/s400/Compact+Mouse.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sb_SZlLmtoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Fxblx3ybA4I/s1600-h/Blue+Cars.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314197422239823490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sb_SZlLmtoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Fxblx3ybA4I/s400/Blue+Cars.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-8459512859742775560?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/8459512859742775560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=8459512859742775560&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8459512859742775560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8459512859742775560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-women-ruled-world.html' title='If Women Ruled the World'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Sb_Sx4fuqrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NhIrSvn_caw/s72-c/Women%27s+Restroom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-6857457360329484123</id><published>2009-03-02T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:42:04.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Saw2cDcit4I/AAAAAAAAAII/tDhXsUuHoyk/s1600-h/Horse%27s+and+Bambi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308677916352231298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Saw2cDcit4I/AAAAAAAAAII/tDhXsUuHoyk/s400/Horse%27s+and+Bambi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-6857457360329484123?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/6857457360329484123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=6857457360329484123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6857457360329484123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6857457360329484123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/Saw2cDcit4I/AAAAAAAAAII/tDhXsUuHoyk/s72-c/Horse%27s+and+Bambi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-6033568151825440905</id><published>2008-12-07T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:25:37.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gun Control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama Administration'/><title type='text'>International Perspective:  Gun Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Little Gun History Lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In 1929, the Soviet Union established gun control. From 1929 to 1953, about &lt;strong&gt;20 million&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;dissidents&lt;/strong&gt;, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In 1911, Turkey established gun control. From 1915 to 1917, &lt;strong&gt;1.5 million&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Armenians&lt;/strong&gt;, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Germany established gun control in 1938 and from 1939 to 1945, a total of &lt;strong&gt;13 million Jews&lt;/strong&gt; and others who were unable to defend themselves were rounded up and exterminated. ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;China established gun control in 1935. From 1948 to 1952, &lt;strong&gt;20 million&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;political dissidents&lt;/strong&gt;, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guatemala established gun control in 1964.. From 1964 to 1981, &lt;strong&gt;100,000&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mayan Indians&lt;/strong&gt;, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uganda established gun control in 1970. From 1971 to 1979, &lt;strong&gt;300,000&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Christians&lt;/strong&gt;, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cambodia established gun control in 1956. From 1975 to 1977, &lt;strong&gt;one million 'educated' people&lt;/strong&gt;, unable to defend themselves, were rounded up and exterminated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defenseless people rounded up and exterminated in the 20th Century because of gun control: 56 million.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Events in Australia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In 1996, gun owners in Australia were forced by new law to surrender 640,381 personal firearms to be destroyed by their own government, a program costing Australia taxpayers more than $500 million dollars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are the first year results: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Australia-wide, homicides are up 3.2 percent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Australia-wide, assaults are up 8.6 percent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Australia-wide, armed robberies are up 44 percent (yes, 44 percent)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the state of Victoria alone, homicides with firearms are now up 300 percent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Note that while the law-abiding citizens turned them in, the criminals did not and still have, and can get guns! It will never happen here? I bet the Aussies said that too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While figures over the previous 25 years showed a steady decrease in armed robbery with firearms, this has changed drastically upward in the past 12 months, since criminals now are guaranteed that their prey will be unarmed. There has also been a dramatic increase in break-ins and assaults of the ELDERLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Australian politicians are at a loss to explain how public safety has decreased, after such monumental effort and expense was expended in successfully ridding Australian society of guns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You won't see this data on the US evening news, or hear politicians disseminating this information. When the National Rifle Association started diseminating this information, the Australian government urged the U.S. government to 'shut them up'. Australian citizens, they feared, might hear of it and cause "civil unrest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During W.W. II the Japanese decided not to invade America because they knew most Americans were ARMED!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Note: Admiral Yamamoto who crafted the attack on Pearl Harbor had attended Harvard from 1919 to 1921 &amp;amp; was Naval Attache` to the U.S. from 1925 to 1928. (Most of our Navy was destroyed at Pearl Harbor &amp;amp; our Army had been deprived of funding &amp;amp; was ill prepared to defend the country.) It was reported that when asked why Japan did not follow up the Pearl Harbor attack with an invasion of the U. S. Mainland, his reply was that he had lived in the U. S. &amp;amp; knew that almost all households had guns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The new (Obama) administration has already begun plans to expand gun control, re-instituting restrictions the Clinton administration passed, such as banning rifles that looked like assault weapons, and magazines that hold more than 10 rounds. Those measures, like every other measure, only affected law-abiding citizens, and failed to decrease any types of crime promised to be decreased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--G. K. Chesterton, Tremendous Trifles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-6033568151825440905?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/6033568151825440905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=6033568151825440905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6033568151825440905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/6033568151825440905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2008/12/international-perspective-gun-control.html' title='International Perspective:  Gun Control'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-4791486840462231085</id><published>2008-10-01T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:13:37.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodreads.com</title><content type='html'>I've signed up to Goodreads.com.  It's a sight where you can see what your peers are reading, write reviews and track the books you've read.  Clink on the link posted under Fellow Bloggers and come join me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-4791486840462231085?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/4791486840462231085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=4791486840462231085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/4791486840462231085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/4791486840462231085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodreadscom.html' title='Goodreads.com'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-3996081230693048560</id><published>2008-08-24T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:46:02.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice Cooper visits the Macy's Jewelry Counter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SLJGjPl8SCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tDZ9qAAjEzw/s1600-h/Alice+Cooper+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238326887880345634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SLJGjPl8SCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tDZ9qAAjEzw/s400/Alice+Cooper+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SLJCtzWkRrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/R07UXtp4w2I/s1600-h/Alice+Cooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238322671231714994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SLJCtzWkRrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/R07UXtp4w2I/s400/Alice+Cooper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SLI_ltY390I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6VLNmY2GzM8/s1600-h/Alice+Cooper+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alice Cooper, the infamous 70's heavy metal rock star came to Macy's before his Idaho Falls concert a few weeks ago. Who would have thought? I didn't even know there was a concert. I wasn't working at the time but my co-worker helped him and his two teen daughters pick out some Lucky jewelry. They visited for while. She said he was wearing a ball cap, with a rugged look and still had long hair. He was laid back, conversational and even signed autographs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SLJGaMJiD-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/r_u5qtYnBdg/s1600-h/Alice+Cooper+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238326732337057762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SLJGaMJiD-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/r_u5qtYnBdg/s400/Alice+Cooper+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Celebrities Rumored to be Mormon (famousmormons.net)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of Provo's most cherished urban legends is the "Alice Cooper on a (LDS) mission" story. When I first checked out Cooper's Web sites, I found out his father's name was Ether Moroni Furnier. Not exactly a good Catholic name if you're catching my drift. I was convinced all the stories were true, but for a while couldn't get any solid leads. Then I found out Jay Evenson, who is the Deseret News' editorial page editor and teaches an opinion writing class at BYU, interviewed Cooper once a few years ago. Come to find out, Cooper's family were members of an offshoot of the LDS Church. I guess all those "kicked off the mission" stories weren't true. Close, but not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-3996081230693048560?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/3996081230693048560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=3996081230693048560&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/3996081230693048560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/3996081230693048560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2008/08/alice-cooper-visits-macys-jewelry.html' title='Alice Cooper visits the Macy&apos;s Jewelry Counter'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SLJGjPl8SCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tDZ9qAAjEzw/s72-c/Alice+Cooper+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-8025964354680570144</id><published>2008-08-24T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:58:18.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grand Old Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SLI5Y3hxRQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LVKDRwgI7to/s1600-h/Websters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238312415970542850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SLI5Y3hxRQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LVKDRwgI7to/s400/Websters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/9960000/9960945.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://sportzdudes-thebullpen.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html&amp;amp;h=695&amp;amp;w=460&amp;amp;sz=41&amp;amp;tbnid=F1EqDEl4FTAJ::&amp;amp;tbnh=139&amp;amp;tbnw=92&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DWebsters%2Bdictionary%2Bpicture&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=3&amp;amp;ct=image&amp;amp;cd=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I missed a class or two in Goverment studies. Maybe I was there but not really there, if you know what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now I'm asking; what does GOP mean? Feeling a little silly I finally looked it up. It's quite possible I'm the last to know... but in case I'm not, it stands for the Grand Old Party, otherwise known as the Republican Party. Wikipedia explains a bit more below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Republican Party is one of the two &lt;a title="Major party" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Major_party"&gt;major&lt;/a&gt; contemporary &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Political parties in the United States of America" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Political_parties_in_the_United_States_of_America"&gt;political parties of the United States&lt;/a&gt;, along with the &lt;a title="Democratic Party (United States)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Democratic_Party_(United_States)"&gt;Democratic Party&lt;/a&gt;. It is often referred to as the Grand Old Party or the GOP.&lt;br /&gt;Founded in 1854 by &lt;a title="Abolitionism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abolitionism"&gt;anti-slavery&lt;/a&gt; expansion activists and modernizers, the Republican Party quickly surpassed the &lt;a title="Whig Party (United States)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whig_Party_(United_States)"&gt;Whig Party&lt;/a&gt; as the principal opposition to the Democratic Party. In 1860, it came to power with the election of &lt;a title="Abraham Lincoln" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abraham_Lincoln"&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;/a&gt; to the presidency. The party presided over the &lt;a title="American Civil War" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Civil_War"&gt;American Civil War&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Reconstruction era of the United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reconstruction_era_of_the_United_States"&gt;Reconstruction&lt;/a&gt; and was harried by internal factions and scandals toward the end of the 19th century. Today, the party supports a conservative platform (from an American political perspective), with further foundations in &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Supply-side" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supply-side"&gt;supply-side&lt;/a&gt; fiscal policies, and &lt;a title="Social conservatism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_conservatism"&gt;social conservatism&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Republican_Party_(United_States"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Republican_Party_(United_States&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-8025964354680570144?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/8025964354680570144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=8025964354680570144&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8025964354680570144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8025964354680570144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2008/08/grand-old-party.html' title='The Grand Old Party'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SLI5Y3hxRQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LVKDRwgI7to/s72-c/Websters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-7943112440314798297</id><published>2008-08-24T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:38:02.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They are truly divine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SLIxdbywniI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t6l6Ly3BY08/s1600-h/sister+fairies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238303698331934242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SLIxdbywniI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t6l6Ly3BY08/s400/sister+fairies.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been inspired recently by all the women in my life who are out and about serving others, leading remarkable lives. Women who posses a "touch" a "sparkle" a "twinkle." Those around them are blessed and inspired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'd like to pay tribute specifically to my Harmon Aunts (Mom's sisters / sister-in-laws); Aunt Penny, Ellen, Linda, Julia, Peggy, Margie, Shelly, Dodie, each of them with their individual attributes when combined together as an influence in my life are a medley of strength. I'd say magical because it seems so, but really they are each accomplishing remarkable things with ordinary means. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Penny - Faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Linda - Courage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ellen - Wisdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Julia - Service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peggy - Serenity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Margie - Sincere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shelly - Constant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dodie - Cheerful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-7943112440314798297?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/7943112440314798297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=7943112440314798297&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/7943112440314798297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/7943112440314798297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2008/08/they-are-truly-divine.html' title='They are truly divine'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SLIxdbywniI/AAAAAAAAAE4/t6l6Ly3BY08/s72-c/sister+fairies.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-506338407003258814</id><published>2008-06-13T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:28:00.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SFM5ciSQvaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BwdhSHCmeQM/s1600-h/Willie+Nelson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211572356200316322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SFM5ciSQvaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BwdhSHCmeQM/s400/Willie+Nelson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"... Just can't wait to get on the road again," sings Willie Nelson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SFMcVqMj_uI/AAAAAAAAACg/KUTB03hqjTg/s1600-h/SD530525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211540352227606242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SFMcVqMj_uI/AAAAAAAAACg/KUTB03hqjTg/s320/SD530525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel, my brother is out seeing just about every highway and/or freeway this summer before his up and coming Masters program starts at John Hopkins. We are all very proud and excited for their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took a job with May's Trucking in the interum. He works very hard, driving every minute of his 11hr day that he can but insists it's the easiest job there is. He says the job title is really "Stearing Wheel Holder." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I assure you, there's more to it than that after my eye-witness account watching him back a 53 foot trailer into a narrow parking spot leaving minimal space on each side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see you try that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211561740374396962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SFMvynQIUCI/AAAAAAAAADw/6-OXTbiHhFo/s320/packing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, I without packing a bag, jumped on the truck as it was passing through Evanston, WY. (Thanks to a lift from Dalynn after leaving Laura's baby shower in Provo, UT). Daniel and I had talked about a trip but it wasn't until the last minute that we thought it was possible. So being the adventurist that I am, or travel junking - one of the two, off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daniel graciously let me have the top bunk and of course I called "shotgun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211562863512132594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SFMwz_RCG_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/_5aSwaKt_Q4/s320/Shotgun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Rosa Parks time she did to.&lt;br /&gt;That's what makes us women so great. We know how to get a good seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211563783951147730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SFMxpkKy4tI/AAAAAAAAAEA/c22vPeJd2f0/s200/SD530522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long days can sure make a person sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211564077036006946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SFMx6n_q7iI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ha3ExoRgkM8/s200/SD530523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read off and on; in between primping my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finished the Book of Mormon &lt;a href="http://www.bookofmormononline.org/"&gt;http://www.bookofmormononline.org/&lt;/a&gt; , a few chapters in Daniel's beautifully bound copy of the Odyssey and a good portion of the Doctrine and Covenants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, where in the world did we go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I best remember &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(which isn't saying much these days.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211551464532239106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SFMmcewcYwI/AAAAAAAAADY/zlfuKkhkpyU/s320/us_map.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 1: WY --&gt; NE (Stayed in Grand Island, Boseman Truck Stop)&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: NE --&gt; IA --&gt; IL --&gt; (Chicago, I think...)&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: IL --&gt; IN --&gt; OH --&gt; (Cleveland)&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: OH --&gt; PA --&gt; WV --&gt; VA --&gt; (Pulled off freeway) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5: VA --&gt; NC --&gt; SC --&gt; GA (Macon)&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: GA --&gt; TN --&gt; KY --&gt; MO --&gt; (Rest Stop)&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: MO --&gt; NB --&gt; (Grand Island, once again.)&lt;br /&gt;Day 8: NB --&gt; WY --&gt; (Truck Stop outside Cheyenne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211549279502657554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SFMkdS4y6BI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xixZe0H2cYA/s320/SD530524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically, we drove a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really loved Chattanooga, TN and Atlanta. Ohio was nice and I enjoyed the Virgina's. The St. Louis arch was a highlight although I barely raised my head from the pillow to see it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211569368980133362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="104" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SFM2uqBeFfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/G190-LxSx5w/s400/Chattanooga.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chattanooga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211570564325881282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SFM30PCGtcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UBoA8jQOMpE/s400/West+Virginia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;West Virginia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211570652139225458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SFM35WKcAXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Pr0UbfsXMUM/s400/St+Louis+Arch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;St. Louis Arch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The best part was having Daniel time. We listened to talk radio, talked politics, chatted about family, finance, his girls and life philosophies. I almost signed up to be trucker since I'm single, footlose and fancy free, as they say. What a thought that was, until I woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-506338407003258814?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/506338407003258814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=506338407003258814&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/506338407003258814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/506338407003258814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again ...'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/SFM5ciSQvaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/BwdhSHCmeQM/s72-c/Willie+Nelson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-8755200652866051904</id><published>2008-03-27T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:48:27.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Update</title><content type='html'>I found a new doctor that has titled my symptoms Chronic Fatigue &amp; Fybromyalgia, which is what we've thought all along. It's frustrating to me because they are both so vague. It's like a last resort - we can't find anything else - so we'll call it this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not an understood cause or a treatment other than pain medications. I try to get quality sleep, as much exercise as my body can tolerate and good nutrition which is what all the books recommend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last lab results showed that my iron was low, so I started on some supplements which have helped. I had two really good days right after I started taking them and was convinced that I was on my way to recovery but since then the improvements have been marginal.  It's hard not being able to do anything to fix it but I know I'm doing the best I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-8755200652866051904?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/8755200652866051904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=8755200652866051904&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8755200652866051904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8755200652866051904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2008/03/health-update.html' title='Health Update'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-2124838545479662122</id><published>2007-12-30T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T13:55:08.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is near...yet it's just beginning.</title><content type='html'>It's almost '08.  I've been thinking about my New Year's resolutions and decided since my birthday is almost 1/2 way throughout the year that I'd do 6mo resolutions instead and then set new ones in August. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my mission I've made up 3x5 cards and posted them (usually in my bedroom).  It's been fun to look back at all the initiatives from over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ward has been warm and welcoming.  The sisters are great.  I was recently set apart as the Relief Society Secretary.  We've been studying Revelations in Sunday School -  you know; wars, rumors of wars, etc.  I feel like personally I'm living in the end (at the ripe age of 32 - yikes!), yet hoping for the page to turn and a new beginning to start.  So here's to a new beginning and the hopes of improved heath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-2124838545479662122?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/2124838545479662122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=2124838545479662122&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/2124838545479662122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/2124838545479662122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-is-nearyet-its-just-beginning.html' title='The end is near...yet it&apos;s just beginning.'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-695543260157013199</id><published>2007-11-30T10:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:55:04.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Madness</title><content type='html'>So, I picked up a part-time job at Macy's for the holidays. It's crazy fun. I've already made new friends, sold hundreds of dollars in jewelery and cleaned up their work space. It was filthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs hurt but I think they are getting stronger. I can now stand for 2-3 hrs at a time. I'm wiped-out at the end of each shift and it takes 12-14 hrs of sleep to bring the pain back into a more normal range. If I'm patient my body can turn things around. It means not getting other things accomplished but that's the price I pay right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-695543260157013199?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/695543260157013199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=695543260157013199&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/695543260157013199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/695543260157013199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2007/11/holiday-madness.html' title='Holiday Madness'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3182486406100220479.post-8759652072264283258</id><published>2007-10-18T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:27:55.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I moved to Idaho Falls</title><content type='html'>Life has been a little bumpy as of late.  I spend most of my time visiting doctors trying to figure out what is causing my symptoms.   I've been experiencing fatigue along with a wide-spread muscle pain for a few years but lately it's really taken over my life.  Is it a virus?  Is it something I'll have for life?  Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In June my doctor put me out on a leave of absense.   After three months I wasn't any better, just super medicated.  I literally slept for six weeks straight.  What an experience!  It was a tough decision to leave behind my new AZ friends and a great job but I felt it was time to do something about my poor quality of life.  I'm now living with my parents in Idaho Falls.  Just when they thought the nest was almost empty...I know they love having me here.  ;0)  The change has come with many blessing already.  The Lord has been mindful of me during this time in my life and I'm so grateful.  I'm very hopeful that new doctors will have some ideas on how to get me better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a water exercise program last week that I'm enjoying.  For those of you who haven't lived in Idaho it's breath-takingly chilly when the wind blows.  Warming up the car and scraping the windows is the hard part.  Once I get to class I'm surrounded with cheery senior citizens who are there to relieve their aches and pains too.  My new found friends have been cheering me on.  After the workout we sit in the hot tub and that almost makes up for having to warm up the car in the early morning hours.  Talk about an opportunity to use all your will powers, positive thinking and self-talk methods...burr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3182486406100220479-8759652072264283258?l=idreamofplum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/feeds/8759652072264283258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3182486406100220479&amp;postID=8759652072264283258&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8759652072264283258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3182486406100220479/posts/default/8759652072264283258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofplum.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-moved-to-idaho-falls.html' title='I moved to Idaho Falls'/><author><name>Tessha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08344318601434834592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r55qyMhY-ag/S9d0yiOXiyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/FjgLHPDu2Uc/S220/tessha5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
