<?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-4857795819953906750</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:47:35.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a wonderful life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-2193873945939247070</id><published>2008-12-11T23:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:43:25.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I give you...the return of the Sarah Palins. 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Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-8491817888064611988</id><published>2008-12-05T08:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:39:56.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>an update (someday I'll be creative again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a horrible blogger who doesn't even deserve the few readers I have who &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; be still checking in here from time to time.  I just haven't been particularly inspired lately I guess.  I've also been preoccupied with paint colors, paint decisions, and far too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;painting&lt;/span&gt;.  It's exciting that we're at the point of painting in the basement and I kind of enjoy the actual work, it's the color selection that drives me insane!  Why, oh why can't the color look the same on the walls as it does on the little card &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thingie&lt;/span&gt;?  I've learned that being brave enough to deviate from shades of tan is not always a good thing.  The "toasted sunflower seed" selection I chose for the spare bedroom somehow became more of a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mustardy&lt;/span&gt; orange at dawn" after it dried.  I keep trying to convince myself (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt;) that we like it, but I'm sure some repainting is in my near future.  Tan is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In other news, after a failed eye screening and a letter from the school nurse, Jenna is following in her sister's footsteps and is now sporting a new pair of glasses! Well, she assures me she's wearing them at school anyway.  This is her the day she got them.  She's also modeling a prototype of the pie she made for the annual 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade pie contest at school.  She made another one that turned out better for school and we ate the first attempt.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/STk_bf542eI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ym5OUhDchfg/s1600-h/IMG_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276318180094564834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/STk_bf542eI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ym5OUhDchfg/s320/IMG_0758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kendall's enjoying having some actual free time now that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;play's&lt;/span&gt; over.  She's been sucked into the Twilight craze and is currently on the third one.  I'm also reading Twilight now and something is obviously very wrong with me because I'm finding it rather....boring (GASP!)  I realize I'm the only person of the female persuasion who feels this way, so it's obviously a flaw in my brain chemistry or something.  Kendall assures me that the books get more exciting and I'm currently at the point where James the bad vampire is after Bella, so things are looking up.  Anyway, Kendall is also trudging her way through "Oliver Twist" for her advanced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; class &amp;amp; not liking it so much.  It seems to be more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bearable&lt;/span&gt; with a furry friend on her lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/STk_EYcKoiI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HKygw5SlevI/s1600-h/IMG_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276317782953861666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/STk_EYcKoiI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HKygw5SlevI/s320/IMG_0760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanksgiving was great and it's full speed ahead to Christmas! That reminds me, The Grinch (Jim Carey) is on tonight!  When you don't have cable, this is exciting stuff.  :)&lt;/span&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/4857795819953906750-8491817888064611988?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8491817888064611988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=8491817888064611988' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/8491817888064611988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/8491817888064611988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-someday-ill-be-creative-again.html' title='an update (someday I&apos;ll be creative again)'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/STk_bf542eI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ym5OUhDchfg/s72-c/IMG_0758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-3673188974733103941</id><published>2008-11-15T21:37:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:20:27.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and 11 year old and a Cratchit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday Jenna!!! Jenna turned 11 yesterday, and since she had an early birthday party with her friends at the cabin last summer, we got to have a family party last night! She had a pretty great day at school - they got to go roller skating for half the day to celebrate the end of the quarter. Grandma &amp;amp; Papa P. came to visit and we all went to Famous Daves for supper (Jenna's choice). Later, Grandma &amp;amp; Papa S. came over and joined us for birthday cake. By the way, the candles revealed 3 boyfriends. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SR-Wykvfy5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/2OkH4Urw6xw/s1600-h/IMG_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269095884647287698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SR-Wykvfy5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/2OkH4Urw6xw/s320/IMG_0743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Among the gifts was a much longed for Nintendo DS. Yipee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SR-WhMCsHhI/AAAAAAAAAaE/f_-np_bZA8I/s1600-h/IMG_0736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269095585959124498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SR-WhMCsHhI/AAAAAAAAAaE/f_-np_bZA8I/s320/IMG_0736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was the opening performance of Kendall's school play "A Christmas Carol". It was AMAZING! Kendall plays Belinda Cratchit and also has a little part as a "creepy ghost child". I have to somehow get a picture of her in the ghost makeup because it's very, very creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SR-WPkMvcHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/iLZGOb4PJ7g/s1600-h/IMG_0749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269095283206090866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SR-WPkMvcHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/iLZGOb4PJ7g/s320/IMG_0749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Above is Kendall with the other Cratchits and Ebeneezer Scrooge (in black). It takes about 45 minutes to curl her hair like that. I did it yesterday for dress rehearsal and was grateful to hand her over to the capable hair/makeup crew today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SR-WEgcExbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/hfBPJQkvXH0/s1600-h/IMG_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269095093218100658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SR-WEgcExbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/hfBPJQkvXH0/s320/IMG_0747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What a lucky girl to be in the company of two such handsome lads. Although something about the middle one makes me a bit uneasy...can't quite put my finger on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kendall should be finishing up the evening performance right now and then the cast is heading to Applebees. FUN!!!&lt;/span&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/4857795819953906750-3673188974733103941?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3673188974733103941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=3673188974733103941' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3673188974733103941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3673188974733103941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-11-year-old-and-cratchit.html' title='and 11 year old and a Cratchit'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SR-Wykvfy5I/AAAAAAAAAaM/2OkH4Urw6xw/s72-c/IMG_0743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-4412945994071337461</id><published>2008-11-11T23:06:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:43:17.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>musings of a hunter's wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.disneyfriends.net/modules/coppermine/albums/userpics/pictures/bambi/Bambi/normal_bambi22.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah yes, deer hunting season is upon us. As I type, there is a poor, probably frozen deer laying in the back of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jer's&lt;/span&gt; truck. It's been there since Saturday and to be honest this concerns me a little. How long can it be like that before it spoils or something? But anyway, Since I did not grow up in a hunting family, the whole hunting culture was a bit new to me. My true indoctrination happened one year when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt; took the girls to the farm for a hunting weekend without me. They were maybe 5 and 2 or so. They had a fun weekend with their grandparents and it sounded like everything went just great. Then, I got the photo. Someone had taken a picture of my sweet little babies posing with a dead, gutted deer hanging up to drain or whatever. There was that mangled deer with a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blondie&lt;/span&gt; smiling on each side. I was horrified. I just knew my babies had been traumatized and would certainly have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt; emotional damage. I carefully questioned them to gauge the extent of the damage, and was quite surprised that they seemed to have thought the whole thing was pretty cool. Apparently it's not unusual for hunters to pose their children with dead animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;I delved a little deeper into the hunting culture when we moved from the suburbs to the "rural suburbs". I remember the first fall we lived here, I was laying in bed very early one morning and heard what I thought was a gunshot. My immediate response was a freaked out "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt;! I think I just heard a gunshot!!". He sort of woke up, listened a minute &amp;amp; said "yep, duck hunting starts this weekend". WHAT?? I can hear hunters from my bedroom?! Guess what? Now, four years later, the gunshots don't even phase me. I'm a true country girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;My next-door-neighbor has this fake deer that looks very real. Every fall he puts the deer in his backyard and shoots arrows at it. Sometimes I'll look outside and see the poor thing standing there with 6 arrows in it's chest. It's a practice deer. Amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;Huh, I thought this was going to be a little filler post until I thought of something interesting to say, but I guess it's possible to ramble on about almost anything. :)&lt;/span&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/4857795819953906750-4412945994071337461?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4412945994071337461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=4412945994071337461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/4412945994071337461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/4412945994071337461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/11/musings-of-hunters-wife.html' title='musings of a hunter&apos;s wife'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-8084435764122584821</id><published>2008-11-04T19:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:20:03.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>election night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As night is falling, the polls are closing and a knot is beginning to form in my stomach, here are a few things that made me happy today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was 70 degrees &amp;amp; sunny.  Even now it feels like a balmy spring night outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I filled my tank for $1.94 per gallon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got to vote and wear my "I Voted" sticker all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got a free coffee at Starbucks because I voted (it was gross &amp;amp; I threw it away..but still fun to get a freebie).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had the chance to spend an hour chatting with a gal I don't know very well yet, and learned that she's really nice &amp;amp; fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Have fun watching the election unfold everyone!  It may be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;loooooong&lt;/span&gt; night!&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/4857795819953906750-8084435764122584821?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8084435764122584821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=8084435764122584821' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/8084435764122584821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/8084435764122584821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-night.html' title='election night'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-7524919858607410727</id><published>2008-11-02T21:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:14:38.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQ5zjZBh5wI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ga3Ekzv7Udk/s1600-h/IMG_0711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264272066292606722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQ5zjZBh5wI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ga3Ekzv7Udk/s320/IMG_0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This Halloween Jenna chose to dress up as a "Spa Girl"! From a mom's perspective, this is the perfect costume. Easy and free!! I highly recommend it. She and three of her friends planned this together and they all dressed alike. The little gang of spa girls looked SO cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The spa girls made a brief stop at the church party (where I was volunteering) and then headed out for trick-or-treating followed by a sleepover at one of their homes. I was again reminded that I am now the mommy of big kids. Both girls had plans with friends, and since I had no one to take trick-or-treating, I spent the night helping give other kids a fun time at the church event. It was weird. Now, I was happy that Kendall &amp;amp; Jenna had fun things to do, but I did have a small pity party for myself and decided that if Jenna wants to hang out with friends again next year, it's gonna be at our house. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-7524919858607410727?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7524919858607410727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=7524919858607410727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/7524919858607410727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/7524919858607410727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQ5zjZBh5wI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ga3Ekzv7Udk/s72-c/IMG_0711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-3102420900102862075</id><published>2008-10-27T01:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:36:00.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pumpkin bumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With Halloween almost upon us, we decided tonight would be a great night for pumpkin carving fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQVcQk-nXZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/cwx2aPX6AG4/s1600-h/IMG_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261713179526258066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQVcQk-nXZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/cwx2aPX6AG4/s320/IMG_0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jenna thought it would also be fun to make toasted pumpkin seeds &amp;amp; I agreed, but this meant we had to let the seeds dry overnight and bake them tomorrow. Jer had a hard time waiting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQVcGRWLUUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/iEG98e53qRg/s1600-h/IMG_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261713002457682242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQVcGRWLUUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/iEG98e53qRg/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As is tradition in our family, Jenna created a large, menacing fellow and Kendall made a happy, sweet one. I completed our pumpkin family with a grinning little baby. We showered our new creations with love.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQVb377kUXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/t4RtJy8jWNM/s1600-h/IMG_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261712756190761330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQVb377kUXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/t4RtJy8jWNM/s320/IMG_0696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And turned off the lights for the grand finale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muahahahahahaha! Scary huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQVboSM7p0I/AAAAAAAAAZA/N4pMhpOsU6E/s1600-h/IMG_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261712487291266882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQVboSM7p0I/AAAAAAAAAZA/N4pMhpOsU6E/s320/IMG_0702.JPG" border="0" /&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/4857795819953906750-3102420900102862075?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3102420900102862075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=3102420900102862075' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3102420900102862075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3102420900102862075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-bumpkins.html' title='pumpkin bumpkins'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQVcQk-nXZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/cwx2aPX6AG4/s72-c/IMG_0693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-9017184726787346006</id><published>2008-10-25T22:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:03:51.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the neighborhood?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQPgltv5_tI/AAAAAAAAAY4/RIEiXmod19M/s1600-h/IMG_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261295728239181522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQPgltv5_tI/AAAAAAAAAY4/RIEiXmod19M/s320/IMG_0687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQPgWG0hP4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9GdLeTpdogk/s1600-h/IMG_0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261295460091510658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQPgWG0hP4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9GdLeTpdogk/s320/IMG_0690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The other day I happened to look out my window when this huge fox came trotting out of the brush by our pond. By the time I ran to get my camera, he was sauntering through my next-door-neighbor's yard and started climbing around on their retaining wall! The pictures are pretty bad because they were taken through a window, I zoomed up really close, and the fox kept moving. I wish they showed how really amazing he was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;While I was really excited to be able to see this guy up close, it was also kinda weird that he was right up by the house like that. I started to wonder if he would eat my dog given the chance.  Poor Casey lives under the constant threat of hawks, the mean puggle down the street, and now a giant fox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But I digress. The fox was awesome and I hope he visits again one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-9017184726787346006?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/9017184726787346006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=9017184726787346006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/9017184726787346006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/9017184726787346006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-neighborhood.html' title='welcome to the neighborhood?'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SQPgltv5_tI/AAAAAAAAAY4/RIEiXmod19M/s72-c/IMG_0687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-392151697542465412</id><published>2008-10-20T09:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:21:02.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this &amp; that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd41/ilpelle86/Happy-Days-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd41/ilpelle86/Happy-Days-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jeremy went off on his first hunting trip of the season last weekend, so it was just me &amp;amp; the girlies for a couple of days.  I decided to seize this opportunity to introduce them to yet another fabulous TV show from their mommy's childhood, Happy Days!  The girls (and me of course) LOVED it!  Ahh, the memories.  I was thinking that I'm so happy my kids like my old favorites &amp;amp; don't think they're old fashioned &amp;amp; lame, but I guess I used to watch "The Dick VanDyke Show", "I Love Lucy", and even the Beav and thought they were pretty cool too.  Even though they were in "gasp" black &amp;amp; white.  Needless to say, we're pretty excited for our next Netflix delivery of Richie &amp;amp; the gang.  Yesterday Kendall told me that she wished she could have lived in the 80's when there were so many great shows to watch, but was quick to point out that 80's hair was not ok.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks to Jenna, our house is fully decorated now with many ghosts,  autumn leaves, and even a spider web housing a littlest petshop spider on the mantle.  In other Jenna news, she just got her soccer tryout results &amp;amp; she earned a spot on a traveling team for next summer! (I am working on cloning myself so two traveling teams will be manageable).  She's also starting basketball next month &amp;amp; has been practicing hard on the driveway.  After being solely a soccer family for so long, it'll be fun to have a new sport to watch.  Especially one that doesn't require umbrellas &amp;amp; blankets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kendall's busy with play practices almost every night, but is having a great time of course.  The show is less than a month away now &amp;amp; sounds like it's going to be really good!  Dates &amp;amp; times will be forthcoming to all interested parties. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This post is a little disjointed, as my brain doesn't seem to be working smoothly this Monday morning, but I wanted to get something out to you my faithful readers.  I think I'll get me some more coffee.  Have a great day all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-392151697542465412?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/392151697542465412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=392151697542465412' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/392151697542465412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/392151697542465412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-that.html' title='this &amp; that'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-1259093369178792414</id><published>2008-10-15T09:11:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T17:10:30.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>autumn splendor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPX8uUiBnLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/FY46pj6HYMY/s1600-h/IMG_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257386012740525234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPX8uUiBnLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/FY46pj6HYMY/s320/IMG_0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was a perfect day on Saturday &amp;amp; we decided to head to Taylors Falls for some hiking, climbing &amp;amp; beautiful fall colors.  We thought lunch out sounded fun, but we quickly learned that while we love Taylors Falls, it is sorely lacking in decent restaurants. Our choices were a musty smelling cafe, or this little outdoor burger joint. After waiting an HOUR for our burgers, they tasted eerily similiar to school cafeteria mystery meat on a bun. Actually, Kendall assured us that her school's burgers were much better than these. We choked down what we needed for survival &amp;amp; went on to have a great day in the bluffs. Here are a few pictures. The sky was clear &amp;amp; blue, so I'm not sure why it looks so white? Any photographers out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPX8cr8YeiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/fAj2VWS2YNI/s1600-h/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257385709787445794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPX8cr8YeiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/fAj2VWS2YNI/s320/IMG_0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPX8JHyDNLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/GAj6rFuQs9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257385373662917810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPX8JHyDNLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/GAj6rFuQs9Y/s320/IMG_0673.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had to stop at the ice cream shop of course! Kendall had a chocolate/peanut butter concoction &amp;amp; Jenna went for the coconut/chocolate almond something-or-other. YUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPX7vgPoFfI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zobkhK6abBc/s1600-h/IMG_0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257384933552821746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPX7vgPoFfI/AAAAAAAAAX4/zobkhK6abBc/s320/IMG_0656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPX7UdvL_UI/AAAAAAAAAXw/zu_WMWlpQKw/s1600-h/IMG_0660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257384469023423810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPX7UdvL_UI/AAAAAAAAAXw/zu_WMWlpQKw/s320/IMG_0660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPX69CmasTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/vB7TFGEoPGU/s1600-h/IMG_0682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257384066601890098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPX69CmasTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/vB7TFGEoPGU/s320/IMG_0682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4857795819953906750-1259093369178792414?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1259093369178792414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=1259093369178792414' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/1259093369178792414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/1259093369178792414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/autumn-splendor.html' title='autumn splendor'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPX8uUiBnLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/FY46pj6HYMY/s72-c/IMG_0654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-720897666058733459</id><published>2008-10-09T15:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:16:42.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Good Sport</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My cousin-in-law "tagged" me so to speak &amp;amp; while I'm usually a scrooge &amp;amp; delete these types of things, this one is kinda fun. Rather than answer the same old quiz questions, you just type 6 random things about yourself. So, here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are the ever-so-simple rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Link to the person who tagged you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Post the rules on your blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Write 6 random things about yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tag 6 people at the end of your post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let each person know he/she has been tagged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let the tagger know when your entry is up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Six rules. Six things about myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. I am addicted to talk radio. It started when I was a full-time stay-at-home-mom and I think just needed to hear adult voices around me. The stations have changed over the years as I become bored with one &amp;amp; move on to another, but it's still a geeky addiction that I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. I was an L.A. Gear shoe model for one whole weekend. Of course this was when I was a freshman in college, 103 pounds and had size 5 1/2 feet (before pregnancies grew them to size 7). My friend &amp;amp; I wore little black leotards, cut off t-shirts, huge hair &amp;amp; had to perform an aerobic dance type thing every hour at a shoe convention. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to laugh. I thought I was oh so cool at the time &amp;amp; earned $200 and 5 free pairs of shoes! Of course only 3 of the pairs were ever delivered &amp;amp; I'm still a bit bitter about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. I like the smell of "distant skunk" as I call it. Not fresh road-kill skunk or skunk spray in your back yard, but the hint of skunk in the air as you drive down the road is enjoyable to me. My family is totally baffled by this oddity &amp;amp; enjoy making fun of me whenever "distant skunk" lingers in the air. I can hardly believe I just admitted to it actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. I love High School Musical movies &amp;amp; can't wait for the new one. I know mom's are supposed to hate them, but I love them. The sad part is, Kendall &amp;amp; Jenna have both made plans to see it with friends so I may be going alone. What a pitiful sight that will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. I tear up at some point during almost every movie. I hate it. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;. It's not normal to cry during cartoons. Although there are times that I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;something's&lt;/span&gt; wrong with my kids when they don't cry, like during "Eight Below". You can't be human &amp;amp; not practically sob during that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. The smell of wool clothing makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt;. I can often be seen smelling sweaters at the mall to see if they contain wool because I absolutely cannot wear them if I can detect it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ick&lt;/span&gt;. My stomach churns just thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I'm supposed to "tag" 6 people, but I don't know that many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; so I'm tagging just a few. I spent a ton of time doing this, so you guys better do it too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kerri at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kerriandkids.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.kerriandkids.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jessica at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jessicarosescott.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.jessicarosescott.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kendall at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soccerbaby94.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.soccerbaby94.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chloe at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cutaloo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.cutaloo.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-720897666058733459?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/720897666058733459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=720897666058733459' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/720897666058733459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/720897666058733459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/being-good-sport.html' title='Being a Good Sport'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-2338438717730643656</id><published>2008-10-05T10:24:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:31:55.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>like eating cardboard...literally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.iateapie.net/images/brands/specialkchocolatedelight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.iateapie.net/images/brands/specialkchocolatedelight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning Jenna &amp;amp; I stayed home from church because she has an icky cough, so I've been enjoying a lazy Sunday morning &amp;amp; even put a pan of brownies in the oven for after lunch. After patting myself on the back for making brownies, I grabbed a bowl of Special K &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chocolatey&lt;/span&gt; Delight and settled in to see what's new in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. As I was munching along enjoying the bits of chocolate that occasionally appear on my spoon, I suddenly encountered a foreign object the bobbed it's way to the top of the bowl. It appeared to be a mushy piece of CARDBOARD! Yep, as I look at it now fully dried on my desk...cardboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;No, it's not as disgusting as a bug, mouse tail, or human finger, but I don't know where that cardboard came from or what kind of nastiness it has been associated with! It ruined my breakfast &amp;amp; possibly ruined my love of my favorite cereal forever. Not to mention the $3.00 I'm out since it's a brand new box!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I ask for your advice. Should I take action on this travesty? Should I return the box to Target &amp;amp; demand a new one? Should I contact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kelloggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, produce the evidence &amp;amp; hope that they offer me a million dollar settlement? Should I just toss the brand new box of cereal &amp;amp; let it go? Is it possible to get over the emotional trauma &amp;amp; actually enjoy Special K again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What am I supposed to eat now? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-2338438717730643656?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2338438717730643656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=2338438717730643656' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/2338438717730643656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/2338438717730643656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-eating-cardboardliterally.html' title='like eating cardboard...literally'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-3333704419792137078</id><published>2008-10-02T19:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:54:29.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new buddy on my mantle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SOVozrr5WhI/AAAAAAAAAWI/gd4-0RINyt8/s1600-h/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252719777507006994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SOVozrr5WhI/AAAAAAAAAWI/gd4-0RINyt8/s320/IMG_0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The air is cooler, the leaves are starting to change, but in our home we know fall has officially arrived when Jenna begins her decorating. Jenna had a bit of a headache when I picked her up from school today, but despite not feeling 100%, she knew this was the day she must begin her fall creations. She grabbed a box of crafty tidbits and a short time later introduced me to this wonderful scarecrow which she hung from our mantle. I especially love the crow on his arm and the cornstalks in his hay-hands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SOVooLs3tzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/KdFdXIdW3WE/s1600-h/IMG_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252719579942598450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SOVooLs3tzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/KdFdXIdW3WE/s320/IMG_0633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's hard to tell from the picture, but he's a 3-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dimensional&lt;/span&gt; fellow with some type of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cylinder&lt;/span&gt; beneath his fabric shirt &amp;amp; pants. I think he's pretty great &amp;amp; I can't wait to see how Jenna decks out the place for Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With that, I'm off to watch the VP debate which I've been looking forward to all day! Yep, I'm a geek. Whoo-hoo!&lt;/span&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/4857795819953906750-3333704419792137078?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3333704419792137078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=3333704419792137078' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3333704419792137078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3333704419792137078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-buddy-on-my-mantle.html' title='new buddy on my mantle'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SOVozrr5WhI/AAAAAAAAAWI/gd4-0RINyt8/s72-c/IMG_0632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-1897732889731489851</id><published>2008-09-26T12:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:32:19.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.merchantcircle.com/12606275/bad-hair-day_medium.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://media.merchantcircle.com/12606275/bad-hair-day_medium.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This blog has been neglected ~ partly because of busy, crazy days and partly because of a lack of creativity on my part. So, here's a little filler post with a promise of something more entertaining to come in the near future. &lt;/span&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;Last week I got my hair foiled. There was a pile of brochures at work for a newly opened salon, along with some coupons for 50% off any service for new clients. Since 50% off of a full foil is a big chunk of change, I decided to be fiscally responsible and try the new salon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I usually get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; light brownish foils. This time my 20 year old new stylist (yikes!) and I decided to try some dark reddish ones &amp;amp; not as much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;. I like the red color, it's fun for fall, but apparently 20 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; prefer the "chunky" foil look and thus I ended up with 2 big red blobs of hair right in the front. It drove me nuts for a week before I finally went back today to get it fixed (sort of) by another 20 year old stylist with 2 piercings in her lips and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;platinum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; extensions. A very nice, friendly girl, but I am old and our hairstyle ideas are not, um, compatible. She suggested I try a short choppy cut, or get extensions myself at a cost of only $400 every 3-4 months. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;all's&lt;/span&gt; well that ends well, but I'm looking forward to my next haircut at my old place with my favorite stylist who's in her &lt;em&gt;mid-to-upper&lt;/em&gt; twenties. Hopefully she'll forgive my disloyalty and welcome me back into the fold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-1897732889731489851?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1897732889731489851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=1897732889731489851' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/1897732889731489851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/1897732889731489851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-i-know.html' title='Yes, I know...'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-4798572560831392691</id><published>2008-09-19T23:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:43:40.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>are we in the twilight zone?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm....something weird is going on. I wrote the post about Talk Like a Pirate Day today (Friday, Sept. 19) but blogger seems to think I wrote it yesterday &amp;amp; backdated it to Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please don't be confused. If you'd like to celebrate this glorious day next year, mark your calendars for September 19th. Which is today. Unless we've traveled through a time warp or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-4798572560831392691?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4798572560831392691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=4798572560831392691' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/4798572560831392691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/4798572560831392691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='are we in the twilight zone?'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-7833035887398404556</id><published>2008-09-18T19:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:41:19.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAARRR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SNQGT5O4X7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hYQ51UIiWiY/s1600-h/100_0469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247826404643987378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SNQGT5O4X7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hYQ51UIiWiY/s320/100_0469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Avast! It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; International Talk Like a Pirate Day! I wish I had known this earlier so we could plan to commemorate it properly, buy maybe we can squeeze in a celebratory game of "pirates dice" sometime tonight. The girls &amp;amp; I will miss their aunties as we all love so much to talk like pirates 'till our throats are raw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, in honor of this special day, I give ye a blast from the past. The cutest little pirate I ever did see along with her buddy the lovely "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt; princess" when they were 11 and almost 8 years old.&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;Take time for a little swashbuckling with ye mateys and lemme here ye say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AAAAARRR&lt;/span&gt;! (yes, my pirate speak is something to be admired).&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-7833035887398404556?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7833035887398404556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=7833035887398404556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/7833035887398404556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/7833035887398404556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/aaaaaarrr.html' title='AAAAAARRR!'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SNQGT5O4X7I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hYQ51UIiWiY/s72-c/100_0469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-7352954860792307320</id><published>2008-09-12T23:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:11:45.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good to see ya again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SMtEiOwP6-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/uE2rJ9t6Bfo/s1600-h/bill+%26+ted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245361545869781986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SMtEiOwP6-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/uE2rJ9t6Bfo/s320/bill+%26+ted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember these totally triumphant dudes?  I was browsing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt; this week trying to find movies that were fun &amp;amp; age appropriate for the whole family, when I remembered Bill &amp;amp; Ted's Excellent Adventure.  I'm lucky that my kids love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cosbys&lt;/span&gt;, Full House, &amp;amp; pretty much all things 80's, so I figured I couldn't go wrong.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tonight after Kendall's soccer team won their game (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!) and the team went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Culvers&lt;/span&gt; (double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!) we settled in for a night with Bill &amp;amp; Ted and a trip down memory lane for mom.  I have to admit I probably laughed more than anyone else in the room (I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt; actually dozed off toward the end-not unusual), but the girls were laughing too &amp;amp; fun was had by all.  Hopefully this weekend we'll have a chance to watch my other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt; pick this week, "Groundhog Day".  I hope it's as clean as I think I remember it was.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Be excellent to each other......and PARTY ON DUDES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-7352954860792307320?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7352954860792307320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=7352954860792307320' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/7352954860792307320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/7352954860792307320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-to-see-ya-again.html' title='good to see ya again'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SMtEiOwP6-I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/uE2rJ9t6Bfo/s72-c/bill+%26+ted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-8015033327954432878</id><published>2008-09-09T17:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T17:43:04.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirky Customers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The job I have does not reflect the hard work I put into earning a college degree, or the student loan that took 10 years to pay off.  I don't earn much money and it won't really improve my resume, but I get to work around my kids' school schedule and that's why I work there.  I also get to meet some &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; interesting people that keep me entertained every day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday a lady came into the shop looking for "travel salt shakers".  She asked me if we had some or if we've ever seen any in the catalogs we order from.  I must have looked at her kinda funny, so she began to explain the reason for her request.  She likes to take her own sea salt with her to restaurants because it's "so much better for you, especially if you suffer from high blood pressure".  She told me she had tried using those little mini salt shakers and putting tape over the holes, but the salt would still leak into her purse.  She had been to several stores and was sure there must be SOMEWHERE she can find travel salt shakers that have a little lid to keep the salt secure.  She asked me to be sure to tell the store buyer of her request and that she knows of at least 3 girlfriends that would rush in to buy them too.  She then asked me to take her name &amp;amp; number so I could call her if we ever get them in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm not a big salt user.  In fact, the only food I shake it on is corn on the cob so maybe the importance of this issue escapes me.  But, if you don't like regular table salt, or you have high blood pressure, couldn't you just skip the salt for that one meal in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;?  Or if you're really that salt obsessed, wouldn't a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ziplock&lt;/span&gt; baggie work just fine?  It just doesn't seem like something you should spend your time running all over town looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just realized that this post reminds me of Seinfeld.  The show about nothing...the post about nothing. Ha!  But the quirky customers make my little gift shop job entertaining, so there ya go.  And if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; looking for that million-dollar idea.....travel salt shakers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-8015033327954432878?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8015033327954432878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=8015033327954432878' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/8015033327954432878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/8015033327954432878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/quirky-customers.html' title='Quirky Customers'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-824594210244994643</id><published>2008-09-02T22:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:41:41.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SL3-tpvIpnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/5YXEEQtL5V8/s1600-h/IMG_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241625601580246642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SL3-tpvIpnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/5YXEEQtL5V8/s320/IMG_0599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are my little babies on their first day of school. Aaaaaah - they look so old! I think it would be fun to find all of their first day of school pictures and put them together in one of those collage type frames. I might have to do that someday. Wish my hair would get that blonde from the sun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, Jenna had been looking forward to this day for a long time. She even made one of her great signs counting down the days until school (with tear off sheets) and hung it in the living room. Happily, she had a great day and can't wait until tomorrow. Who can blame her? She ended up in the same class with all 4 of her best friends and a teacher who loves parties and doesn't like homework. :) Yep, gonna be a good year for Jenna. Her only disappointment today was when I picked her up &amp;amp; told her that her piano teacher (who is her music teacher at school) wanted to start lessons right away today. Piano lessons just aren't as fun as they used to be. A chocolate shake from McD's helped to ease the pain though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kendall's first day of high school went well, but she was not happy to come home with HOMEWORK on the first day. It probably only took her 45 minutes to do, but still...come on teachers! She has two honors classes this year &amp;amp; there is definitely a higher standard. She got to go to her first drama class &amp;amp; found out that she got the part of Belinda Cratchit in the fall production of A Christmas Carol! (auditions were a couple weeks ago). So next week she begins drama rehearsals after soccer practice/games. I should get to see her around 9:00 each night. Ha! She'll have a blast though! Soccer is over the end of September, so the craziness is temporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kendall actually has the same English teacher that I had for high school. Now that's just weird. I thought for sure she would retire before Kendall got to high school, but...guess not. It should be interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I get to enjoy one more blissful day home alone before I go back to work on Thursday. Hmmmm, what flavor bon-bons shall I enjoy tomorrow? What mindless talk show should I watch? Lucky me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-824594210244994643?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/824594210244994643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=824594210244994643' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/824594210244994643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/824594210244994643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='first day of school!'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SL3-tpvIpnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/5YXEEQtL5V8/s72-c/IMG_0599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-6272386951527114089</id><published>2008-08-29T22:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:38:09.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendall's happy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SLjNAv3eXFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/I6NpwhJP4-g/s1600-h/Red-Pearl_313x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240163579178409042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SLjNAv3eXFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/I6NpwhJP4-g/s200/Red-Pearl_313x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kendall is no longer the only 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader in the civilized free world who doesn't have a cell phone. After enjoying her begging &amp;amp; pleading for the past two years, we caved in and made the monumental trip to Costco last night to pick out a phone and add a line to our plan. Well, actually it's an "extra family phone" to be available for both girls to use as needed, but I'm pretty sure it's primary residence will be Kendall's purse or backpack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This was a tough move for us because we have prided ourselves on not giving in to the teen cell phone craziness. When Kendall's classmates began getting phones in 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, we were appalled. In 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade she was one of a handful of cell-less kids, and we told her she could have one when she starts driving. Just yesterday at Jenna's open house at school, a parent looked at me in open-mouthed awe when he learned that Kendall didn't yet have a cell phone. He had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;succumbed&lt;/span&gt; when his son was 12 and he told me he admired my strength...and I felt proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, now that she's off on her own more, I've been finding myself thinking how I wished she had a phone so I could check in with her, find out what time to pick her up, etc. I know there will be times when it will really come in handy. BUT, just to keep Kendall humble, she is STILL the only 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader in the civilized free world who doesn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;! We'll hold our ground as long as we can on that one too, and if you've had the opportunity to witness teen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; in action, you'll understand why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The upside for us is that since our Verizon contract was up, we switched to T-Mobile (cheaper) and all three of us got new blackberry phones for free! Kendall has been quite busy getting them set up for us. Ha!&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;Hope everyone has a great Labor Day weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-6272386951527114089?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6272386951527114089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=6272386951527114089' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/6272386951527114089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/6272386951527114089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/kendalls-happy-day.html' title='Kendall&apos;s happy day'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SLjNAv3eXFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/I6NpwhJP4-g/s72-c/Red-Pearl_313x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-3187268343104405976</id><published>2008-08-26T23:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:42:30.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Get-Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/jschumacher.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/..."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today we went to the state fair. I was excited to create a post about our day filled with compelling &amp;amp; amusing pictures, but Blogger (or my computer?) is refusing to upload them. So, free your minds and let those imaginations fill in the blanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The weather was perfect, clear blue skies &amp;amp; not too hot. We visited the "miracle of birth" barn and saw a poor sheep about to give birth surrounded by a crowd of people &amp;amp; a guy practically on top of her with a camera so it could be broadcast on screens all over the barn. :( I know it's educational &amp;amp; everything but I found it disturbing.  In my mind I'm secretly plotting an escape plan for the remaining pregnant animals in that barn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, jumping off my soapbox, we saw a dog agility demo. (cute!), a birds of prey demo. (very cool), must-have gagets galore &amp;amp; our favorite talent competition. I enjoyed my once-a-year corn dog &amp;amp; we all engaged in our annual "weird new fair food experiment". This year it was chocolate covered bacon. Yep, what could be weirder that that? Jer &amp;amp; Jenna liked it. Kendall thought it was gross &amp;amp; didn't get past the first bite. I didn't really like it either, but managed to finish my piece just to make sure. The chocolate bacon was sold at a Famous Daves vendor that featured the loudest Elvis impersonator I've ever heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As usual, we marveled at the people who had most likely spent $50 in the midway attempting to win an amazing prize, that were now stuck hauling around 5-foot tall gorilla on their backs all day. We again lamented the loss of Paul Majors as we passed the KARE11 booth (ok, that was just me), and I had to settle for getting my picture taken with the Randy Shaver cutout (sorry Randy - there's no comparison). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So yeah, the fair is pretty much the same year after year, but maybe that's why we love it. Getting Sweet Martha's Cookies to eat at the talent show has become a family tradition we cherish. :) So, everyone go to the fair - and if anyone gets the hot dish on a stick, PLEASE come back here &amp;amp; tell me about it. I can't even imagine.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-3187268343104405976?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3187268343104405976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=3187268343104405976' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3187268343104405976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3187268343104405976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-get-together.html' title='The Great Get-Together'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-7282297594887001805</id><published>2008-08-18T23:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:10:53.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a day on the river</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday we decided to take the boat that we're "babysitting" this month for a ride down (and up) the St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Croix&lt;/span&gt; River. We started out with a yummy lunch on the patio of a restaurant in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stillwater&lt;/span&gt;, then plopped the boat in the water &amp;amp; off we went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SKpK-UlcLMI/AAAAAAAAATE/EMo4uDTaw-o/s1600-h/IMG_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236079951309712578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SKpK-UlcLMI/AAAAAAAAATE/EMo4uDTaw-o/s320/IMG_0500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The boat that we're happily babysitting is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mastercraft&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;water skiing&lt;/span&gt; boat that sits about 6 inches above the water (or so it seems anyway). Probably not an optimal vessel for river travel - especially when surrounded by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yachts&lt;/span&gt; and miniature cruise ships. Fortunately it was a hot day, because we spent much of the ride under a steady mist of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SKpKSXkAe7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/4zEQ8nlkxg8/s1600-h/IMG_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236079196194765746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SKpKSXkAe7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/4zEQ8nlkxg8/s320/IMG_0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, we did find some calmer seas and pulled off to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beachy&lt;/span&gt; area for some swimming, and the girls found several large &amp;amp; small clams. Some stinky clam shells even came home with us and are now decorating bedroom dressers. It was a fun day &amp;amp; reminds me that I DON'T WANT SUMMER TO END! I really don't. Three months of nice weather is not enough. School starts two weeks from tomorrow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&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/4857795819953906750-7282297594887001805?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7282297594887001805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=7282297594887001805' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/7282297594887001805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/7282297594887001805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-on-river.html' title='a day on the river'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SKpK-UlcLMI/AAAAAAAAATE/EMo4uDTaw-o/s72-c/IMG_0500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-8420807151670381530</id><published>2008-08-10T21:10:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:26:16.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just some ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SJ-kZk8jmLI/AAAAAAAAASU/Z35a_RWQJWY/s1600-h/hummer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233082051349158066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SJ-kZk8jmLI/AAAAAAAAASU/Z35a_RWQJWY/s320/hummer2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, as much as we wanted to kidnap our auntie &amp;amp; cousies and keep them here forever, they had to make the long journey home. :( The start of school is looming ever closer so we're determined to enjoy every last day we have left.&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;br /&gt;Kendall returned from camp on Friday and was the most excited I've ever seen her. She told me camp stories for 3 hours straight. I'm not exaggerating...I noted the time when she stopped talking. It was great &amp;amp; I'm so happy she had such an amazing time! Her high school soccer (HIGH school?!?!) starts tomorrow with a 4 hour tryout/practice so the poor dear will have to get up at the crack of 7:00. Our sleeping-in days are already over.....(sigh)&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;br /&gt;Jenna is in complete heaven this week. Our neighbors are on vacation &amp;amp; asked us to take care of their amazing swimming pool while they're gone. In return we get to use the pool as much as we want! It has a slide &amp;amp; diving board &amp;amp; is just great! Since Jenna can do a mean "puppy dog eye", I have a feeling we'll be there every day....at least once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;AND, there is major progress happening in the basement! Jer sprayed primer on the ceiling &amp;amp; walls this weekend, so now we have to get busy choosing paint colors. I don't know how to pick anything other than a variation of tan or green so I'm up for any creative ideas anyone may have. I guess we need to figure out what to do with the trim too...stain or paint? AAHHH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-8420807151670381530?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8420807151670381530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=8420807151670381530' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/8420807151670381530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/8420807151670381530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-some-ramblings.html' title='just some ramblings'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SJ-kZk8jmLI/AAAAAAAAASU/Z35a_RWQJWY/s72-c/hummer2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-7014658703400547519</id><published>2008-08-03T23:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:15:23.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a seaweed tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Friday was a day of fun at the cabin with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Goodmans&lt;/span&gt;, Grandma &amp;amp; Papa.  After swimming &amp;amp; tubing, Jenna and her cousins decided it would be fun to pull up a bunch of seaweed and pile it in a boat.  They worked at it for quite a while &amp;amp; managed to accumulate quite a big, stinky harvest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SJaDhgFzLsI/AAAAAAAAARw/EIiButsUk5U/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230512628810591938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SJaDhgFzLsI/AAAAAAAAARw/EIiButsUk5U/s320/IMG_0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But then came the dilemma of what to do with the big, stinky pile (yes, it REALLY stinks). The kids had been told at the beginning of their project that they would need to put it in the wheelbarrow &amp;amp; haul it to the woods.  They initially agreed to this condition, but as one cousin put it, they "didn't think they'd really have to do it".  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.  Wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SJaDSG2C7PI/AAAAAAAAARo/77KQNNoUQyA/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230512364335590642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SJaDSG2C7PI/AAAAAAAAARo/77KQNNoUQyA/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So they worked together to transport the seaweed and throw it into the woods by the armfuls. This part was really NOT as much fun as pulling it out of the lake...until..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SJaC2A_I5LI/AAAAAAAAARg/kpbOrNhmZ1c/s1600-h/IMG_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230511881726780594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SJaC2A_I5LI/AAAAAAAAARg/kpbOrNhmZ1c/s320/IMG_0472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They reached the bottom of the rusty antique wheelbarrow and found a crayfish that had been pulled up with the seaweed! None of us could remember ever finding a crayfish at the lake, so this was pretty exciting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SJaCnvxjmTI/AAAAAAAAARY/KYZl5T3-CVI/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230511636588239154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SJaCnvxjmTI/AAAAAAAAARY/KYZl5T3-CVI/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The cousins put him in a little pool for a while and had a fun time watching him do crayfish acrobatics.  He was a really great little critter!!  Of course we try to teach our kids to treat the critters they catch with kindness.  Sadly, their kindness brought tragic results this time.  The kids decided to set "Mr. Crab" free by gently placing him in the water off the end of the dock, where he instantly became dinner for several cannibal fish.  &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;Ugh.  Another cold, cruel lesson about the "circle of life".  But I think Mr. Crab would say he was happy to have fulfilled his dream of seeing the world outside of his watery home.  That's what I tell myself anyway.  :) &lt;/span&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/4857795819953906750-7014658703400547519?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7014658703400547519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=7014658703400547519' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/7014658703400547519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/7014658703400547519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/08/seaweed-tale.html' title='a seaweed tale'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SJaDhgFzLsI/AAAAAAAAARw/EIiButsUk5U/s72-c/IMG_0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-1522404901645382389</id><published>2008-07-23T21:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:28:18.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mommy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kidswhocare.org/catalog/images/dont%20grow%20up%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://kidswhocare.org/catalog/images/dont%20grow%20up%20small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jenna has been at camp since Sunday with NO MOMMY. She and 6 of her best buddies are all together in a cabin having an amazing time I'm sure...eating piles of sugar at the canteen, not taking showers, not wearing sunscreen &amp;amp; possibly not brushing teeth. I'm picking her up tomorrow &amp;amp; I can't wait! It feels weird when one of your kids is gone for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today Kendall is at Valleyfair with a bunch of friends and NO MOMMY! She went with her church youth group &amp;amp; she's running around having the time of her life with a bunch of teenagers. Things are more fun without your mom when you're 14. I know it's normal and we want them to become independent so it's good. It just happens too fast. I get to pick her up in 45 minutes and hear all about it. Huh...I'm often looking forward to "picking them up and hearing all about it" these days. It's definitely a new phase of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sheesh, I must be hormonal or something tonight! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-1522404901645382389?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1522404901645382389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=1522404901645382389' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/1522404901645382389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/1522404901645382389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-do-they-have-to-grow-up.html' title='No Mommy!'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-7178874338878097650</id><published>2008-07-22T00:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T01:26:56.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>canine pageant queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First of all let me say that I do not put clothing on my dog on a regular basis, and I do not, and will not ever carry her around in a purse. In other words, I'm not a weird dog person. However, when a cute cafe nearby decided to hold a dog fashion show/competition, we couldn't deny Casey her chance in the spotlight. The girls and I made a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart where we picked out this lovely little summery frock. Jenna also wanted the pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; barrettes, but her frugal (i.e.cheap) mom decided we'd just find something in our vast collection of human hair accessories at home. The final result is this little princess in all her finery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SIVvF_S_lbI/AAAAAAAAARI/96Of9kawE_c/s1600-h/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225705091314455986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SIVvF_S_lbI/AAAAAAAAARI/96Of9kawE_c/s320/IMG_0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here are Jenna and some of the other contestants in the "small dog" category getting ready to walk in a circle in front of the panel of judges. Notice the dogs around her standing nice and calmly. I expected it to be mostly kids showing their dogs &amp;amp; thought it was pretty funny that Jenna was the only one. There was even one dad that had somehow been coerced into being there with his little white schnauzer type dog. He kept saying things like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, what are we doing?" with a deadpan voice to make sure nobody would mistakenly think he was enjoying himself. Casey &amp;amp; Jenna did GREAT! Jenna even got Casey to sit on command when the judges asked her to...not an easy task!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SIVuzn_2VsI/AAAAAAAAARA/bBZIYk1stc0/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225704775822497474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SIVuzn_2VsI/AAAAAAAAARA/bBZIYk1stc0/s320/IMG_0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Casey was a little worried about this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wiener&lt;/span&gt; dog with wings...trying to look all angelic &amp;amp; all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SIVujW9oeaI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IVKCICiurV0/s1600-h/IMG_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225704496371890594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SIVujW9oeaI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IVKCICiurV0/s320/IMG_0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This poor, humiliated soul has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bambi&lt;/span&gt; purse around her neck, and if you look closely you'll see that her dress is held together by paper clips. A travesty to be sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SIVt3GPV4pI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qS9EQ5LkCDs/s1600-h/IMG_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225703735968522898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SIVt3GPV4pI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qS9EQ5LkCDs/s320/IMG_0394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our sympathy for her was short-lived though, because she was crowned the "best dressed" dog at the show! I'm sorry, but somebody was paid off or something because that's just crazy. However, we are good sports in our family, so we told Casey that she was the grand prize winner and gave her a few treats. She was happy as can be and none the wiser. Look out red, we'll be back next year!&lt;/span&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/4857795819953906750-7178874338878097650?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7178874338878097650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=7178874338878097650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/7178874338878097650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/7178874338878097650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/canine-pageant-queen.html' title='canine pageant queen'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SIVvF_S_lbI/AAAAAAAAARI/96Of9kawE_c/s72-c/IMG_0388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-2159626107641435242</id><published>2008-07-17T23:29:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:51:33.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a new post....finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SIAdYIdxDbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qFzUIRrhtIE/s1600-h/IMG_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224207868176174514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SIAdYIdxDbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qFzUIRrhtIE/s320/IMG_0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahhhh...the lazy days of summer. When do they start?!? After returning home from a fun 4-day vacation with family, this week has been filled with the USA Cup soccer tournament ~ a giant tournament with over 900 teams from all over the world. Kendall has played 4 games over the past 3 days with one more tomorrow &amp;amp; MAYBE one on Saturday if they win. We've been spending most of each day there (what with weather delays), but it's been a great experience for Kendall &amp;amp; fun for all of us. Well, Jenna may disagree as she's pretty much soccered out &amp;amp; now lapses into a sort of semi-comatose state during the games, but she has scored lots of junk food out of the deal. :) &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;br /&gt;So, I guess I'm jumping around a bit, but the picture above is of ALL of us vacationers going horseback riding! I usually don't put pics on here of people other than my family for privacy reasons, but this picture is so bad that no one is identifiable anyway. :) When you hand your camera to a stranger, you never know what you'll get. Anyway, I have a slight horse phobia but tried to overcome it for my beloved daughters who were SO excited to ride and I was NOT going to miss out on experiencing it with them. We got to ride through beautiful woods &amp;amp; run across creeks (yikes!), and my horse, Shadow, was kind enough not to throw me off or scrape me off on a tree. Jenna hasn't quit talking about it &amp;amp; that's the best part!&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;br /&gt;Tonight the girls &amp;amp; I went and had pedicures (their first ones). I'm pretty sure there will be a picture on Kendall's blog soon. It was really fun, except when the lovely Japanese lady told Kendall that she shouldn't use the same nail color as me because "that color too old for you". Yeah, that stung a bit.&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;&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;br /&gt;My sissy comes home in a few days! YAAAAAAAAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;/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/4857795819953906750-2159626107641435242?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2159626107641435242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=2159626107641435242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/2159626107641435242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/2159626107641435242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-postfinally.html' title='a new post....finally'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SIAdYIdxDbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/qFzUIRrhtIE/s72-c/IMG_0320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-3255273899806912009</id><published>2008-07-08T00:01:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:54:42.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SHL3AY3Xq0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/n4F5566Emgc/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220506504122575682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SHL3AY3Xq0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/n4F5566Emgc/s320/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Last weekend we spent a great 4th of July at the cabin! This was the first of TWO July 4th's we get to celebrate this year, as we'll be having the big annual bash &amp;amp; competitions in a couple of weeks with our favorite Goodmans. YIPEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We left the house bright &amp;amp; early on Friday to make it in time for the big parade with Grandma &amp;amp; Papa. We saw lots of marching bands &amp;amp; girls wearing crowns, but they must have outlawed candy throwing this year because the girls went home with empty baggies. I suppose someone lost an eye from a wayward jolly rancher or something. This years boat parade featured not only an Uncle Sam, but a Harry Potter themed boat as well! We're not sure what's patriotic about Harry Potter, but I suspect a mom spent a lot of money on some Halloween costumes &amp;amp; was determined to get her money's worth. Oddly, my new camera has a setting specifically for fireworks so I had to try it out. Kinda cool I guess. Here a few more highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SHL2RplwG0I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/pjBrnjfrm4U/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220505701158230850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SHL2RplwG0I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/pjBrnjfrm4U/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; wild rides on the tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SHL2ANNa0hI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ctVIw9QINw8/s1600-h/IMG_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220505401482203666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SHL2ANNa0hI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ctVIw9QINw8/s320/IMG_0276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Casey's kneeboard adventure (looks thrilled doesn't she?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SHL1s5azvyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JSe71mGeI80/s1600-h/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220505069752139554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SHL1s5azvyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JSe71mGeI80/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;licorice on the boat &amp;amp; even Grandma swam in the 73 degree water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SHL1ieTCILI/AAAAAAAAAP4/eQrK7eMh5Ng/s1600-h/IMG_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220504890673078450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SHL1ieTCILI/AAAAAAAAAP4/eQrK7eMh5Ng/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;loon mommy &amp;amp; baby that let us get really close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hope everyone had lots of fun in the sun like we did! Yay for SUMMER!!! &lt;/span&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/4857795819953906750-3255273899806912009?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3255273899806912009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=3255273899806912009' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3255273899806912009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3255273899806912009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SHL3AY3Xq0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/n4F5566Emgc/s72-c/IMG_0262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-1795332248129843946</id><published>2008-06-29T22:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:29:49.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is 14?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SGhZqEx7bMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4tE1FkQt7RY/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217518747681254594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SGhZqEx7bMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4tE1FkQt7RY/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Usually Kendall has some kind of party on her birthday, but since she had a soccer tournament this weekend, we had the rare treat of having her all to ourselves on her big day. We took her to The Olive Garden (her fave) where you can see she enjoyed a giant plate of lasagna and of course the amazing salad &amp;amp; breadsticks. Ok, we all pigged out &amp;amp; loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, she's now 14 and I'm trying hard not to think about things like drivers permits, dating, and even graduation that's only 4 YEARS AWAY. Instead I'm trying to focus on how blessed I am to have such a sweet, kind, responsible &amp;amp; fun girl. The teenage years are supposed to be the tough ones, but I think they are GREAT!  So far anyway. :)&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/4857795819953906750-1795332248129843946?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1795332248129843946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=1795332248129843946' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/1795332248129843946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/1795332248129843946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-baby-is-14.html' title='My baby is 14?!?!?!'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SGhZqEx7bMI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4tE1FkQt7RY/s72-c/IMG_0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-2579048140602909344</id><published>2008-06-29T22:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:32:56.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/SSPOD/superstock_112-9823d_b~Woman-Running-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/SSPOD/superstock_112-9823d_b~Woman-Running-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was me tonight..in my own mind..as I went for a run around the neighborhood. The perfect picture of health &amp;amp; fitness running effortlessly with a smile of joy upon my face. Ok, in reality I know I wasn't even close to graceful as I huffed, puffed &amp;amp; bumbled along, but with my treadmill out of commission for a while I finally swallowed my pride &amp;amp; took it outside (catch that rhyme?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I managed to run for 35 minutes without stopping &amp;amp; felt so great afterwards that I really don't know why I don't do this every day. I've been doing an exercise video &amp;amp; the new Wii Fit thing, but nothing gives you the same "buzz" as a good run. So, I've given myself a new goal - to go for a run every day for a week. That's 7 days. Who wants to join me?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4857795819953906750-2579048140602909344?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2579048140602909344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=2579048140602909344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/2579048140602909344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/2579048140602909344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/challenge.html' title='A Challenge'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-1801870333432649190</id><published>2008-06-24T11:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T11:55:49.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little quick post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you are a reader of Kendall's blog, you may know that her soccer team has had a rough first half of the season.  Most of their games have been really close, but they've ended up on the losing end more often than not.  Well, last Thursday the Cyclones played awesome &amp;amp; were rewarded with a solid victory!  I'm pretty sure it was thanks to this supreme combination of ballet, kickboxing &amp;amp; soccer skill by our own Kendall (who, by the way, reminds me constantly how many days she has left to be 13).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SGEgoKnSkvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/OPfJb7_hJSc/s1600-h/IMG_0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215485717887750898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SGEgoKnSkvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/OPfJb7_hJSc/s320/IMG_0218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-1801870333432649190?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1801870333432649190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=1801870333432649190' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/1801870333432649190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/1801870333432649190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-quick-post.html' title='A little quick post'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SGEgoKnSkvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/OPfJb7_hJSc/s72-c/IMG_0218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-6190735699984188154</id><published>2008-06-18T22:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T17:17:04.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrmph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.smarter.com/blogs/lightning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.smarter.com/blogs/lightning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The luck of the blogger has not been with me lately. My internet was down for a few days after some lightning, and now that it's back I'm having some camera woes. Hopefully the camera issue will be resolved by tomorrow &amp;amp; I'll be back with pictures of girls with new haircuts with bangs and other exciting stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;Until then, let me at least offer this helpful tip. Always know where your bowl of chocolates is and make darn sure your dog can't reach it. We learned this lesson the hard way last weekend, and the ramifications were...well...quite discusting (as some of you were unfortunate enough to witness). You may &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; your peanut butter cups and hershey's kisses are safe on the end table....they're not. Be warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hope everyone is enjoying the 3 NICE DAYS we've had in a row! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-6190735699984188154?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6190735699984188154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=6190735699984188154' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/6190735699984188154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/6190735699984188154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/luck-of-blogger-has-not-been-with-me.html' title='Hrmph'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-2721877631010536497</id><published>2008-06-10T21:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:07:15.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Summer" Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I'm overdue for a new post &amp;amp; I hope I haven't lost my many, many (ha!) faithful readers to more interesting blogs. School's out (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!) and although it feels like October outside, we're gradually relaxing into the lazy days of summer. The mornings have DEFINITELY been lazy as I'm dragging the girls out of bed at 10:00. They're enjoying that while it lasts...which won't be much longer - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here are a few recent pictures. Nothing too exciting, but a glimpse into our first week of summer vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SE81wzGqQJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/nwbrpDiUR8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210442406359089298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SE81wzGqQJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/nwbrpDiUR8Y/s320/IMG_0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Our first day at the cabin &amp;amp; a very brave Jenna in some ice cold water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SE80EqGlQaI/AAAAAAAAANw/SSi-XgKhZSM/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210440548516970914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SE80EqGlQaI/AAAAAAAAANw/SSi-XgKhZSM/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wild women &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wielding&lt;/span&gt; wakes..er..rakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SE8zxWlu-PI/AAAAAAAAANo/mc0GBpLOqLk/s1600-h/IMG_0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210440216861407474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SE8zxWlu-PI/AAAAAAAAANo/mc0GBpLOqLk/s320/IMG_0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; new spring duckies (sorry, can't resist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SE8zjA4N2rI/AAAAAAAAANg/Lchc63jZXw0/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210439970515180210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SE8zjA4N2rI/AAAAAAAAANg/Lchc63jZXw0/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenna scored the only goal for the Rockets in last night's game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SE8zNavNN3I/AAAAAAAAANY/S1kLfWWXNug/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210439599499589490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SE8zNavNN3I/AAAAAAAAANY/S1kLfWWXNug/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casey's buddy Millie came for a visit - enduring electrocution as she bolted out of her electric fenced yard.  That's a true friend indeed.&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/4857795819953906750-2721877631010536497?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2721877631010536497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=2721877631010536497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/2721877631010536497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/2721877631010536497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/06/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='&quot;Summer&quot; Vacation!'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SE81wzGqQJI/AAAAAAAAAN4/nwbrpDiUR8Y/s72-c/IMG_0105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-8108689953953284225</id><published>2008-05-29T23:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:41:42.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth about soccer moms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.momgadget.com/images/soccer_mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.momgadget.com/images/soccer_mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The Soccer Mom is often the victim of ridicule and sarcasm. The very term conjures up images of a high-heeled, yuppie, manicured woman poised on the sidelines with a designer laptop carrier at her side. Tonight I'd like to set the record straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I endured possibly the most miserable soccer game of my 6 year "soccer mom" career. Although there was a severe thunderstorm warning for our county, the league rule is that the game is played unless there is lightning or tornado sirens blaring. So, we loaded the van with umbrellas &amp;amp; blankets and off we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trekked&lt;/span&gt; to Kendall's game. It was windy, it was pouring, and the temperature was rapidly dropping. The manicured, yuppie mom would be tempted to sit in the car...but not the &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt; soccer mom. After 1/2 hour of sitting in the rain with my comrades - a blessed flash of lightning!  Now, this doesn't mean that the game is cancelled. It means that we trudge back to our cars to wait for 30 minutes and see if the game can resume. But...there is hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, our dream of dryness was not fulfilled tonight. Although the rain intensified, the lightning stopped..and the game went on. The soccer moms sat there with our umbrellas blown inside-out more than not, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. We were drenched &amp;amp; frozen, but our little baby girls were drenched &amp;amp; frozen more. And they lost the game. We talked about how we would stop &amp;amp; buy the girls hot chocolate on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So despite the reputation, I am happy to be part of this group called soccer moms, and I know the same can be said for hockey, football, &amp;amp; softball moms everywhere! I think there might be a sports-ball shaped crown jewel waiting for us in Heaven. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better luck next time Cyclones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-8108689953953284225?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8108689953953284225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=8108689953953284225' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/8108689953953284225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/8108689953953284225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/truth-about-soccer-moms.html' title='the truth about soccer moms'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-6083629799936036910</id><published>2008-05-26T22:07:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:20:26.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Middle-Age!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDuAyDoYP2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/7yjQOVeNuE4/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204895391813222242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDuAyDoYP2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/7yjQOVeNuE4/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry I haven't posted for a while. I suppose I haven't been feeling particularly creative this week as my aging and feeble brain inched closer &amp;amp; closer to that magical number......&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;40. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While my original plan was to spend the day in bed with the covers pulled over my head, the morning was sunny &amp;amp; bright so I somehow found the will to rise. :) It was actually a really fun day. The girls made me cheesecake with fresh strawberries (YUM!) and I got my very own Webkinz (the rare dragon no less!). Jer was kind enough to buy me a GPS thing for my car so I won't get lost as my sense of direction deteriorates further. I got yummy steak for lunch that I didn't have to grill, a free cooler at Caribou, and we saw "Prince Caspian". Yep....a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDt7HjoYP1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/FusqMWHKTtM/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204889164110643026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDt7HjoYP1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/FusqMWHKTtM/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday was track &amp;amp; field day for Jenna. Here she is making her amazing 2nd place long jump. Red was the theme of the day as Jenna competed in four events and got 2nd place ribbons in all four. Not bad eh? &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;There are only 6 more days left of school. Maybe the last day of school is the signal for summer weather to begin.  Maybe sunshine &amp;amp; warmth will swoop in after the last child boards the bus! I WANT SUMMER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-6083629799936036910?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6083629799936036910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=6083629799936036910' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/6083629799936036910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/6083629799936036910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/yay-for-middle-aged.html' title='Yay for Middle-Age!'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDuAyDoYP2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/7yjQOVeNuE4/s72-c/IMG_0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-4577340691605365771</id><published>2008-05-18T21:42:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:53:02.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lobsters, recitals &amp; dogs..oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's Sunday night ~ WHEW! This weekend was crazy, busy &amp;amp; fun. Jenna's ice show Friday &amp;amp; Saturday was GREAT! She skated like a pro &amp;amp; had a blast. The father/daughter performance was super cute and I've never seen lovelier lobsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Since we can't take pictures during the show, here are a couple from the dress rehearsal Thursday night. Jer took these while I videotaped, so unfortunately I couldn't get any pics of the father/daughter song since I was videotaping that too. Can't wait to show you the tape Goodmans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDDrEnwbwzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XHayIP9uBA4/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201916034237055794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDDrEnwbwzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XHayIP9uBA4/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDDq3XwbwyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/oFgxQmeG7xc/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201915806603789090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDDq3XwbwyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/oFgxQmeG7xc/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDDqw3wbwxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8CWN_yvimlM/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201915694934639378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDDqw3wbwxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/8CWN_yvimlM/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing by the backdrop after the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDDqbXwbwvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8wCAwC7I2Zg/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201915325567451890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDDqbXwbwvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8wCAwC7I2Zg/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenna quickly recovered from the show yesterday to be ready for the piano recital today. Both girls played two pieces and were amazing (in my unbiased opinion). I was a proud mamma.&lt;br /&gt;After the recital, our fun family came over for some backyard games, grilled burgers &amp;amp; s'mores. Casey got to meet her new cousin Penny &amp;amp; they became fast friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201914715682095842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDDp33wbwuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YF-f5-CsEYM/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Look at their big doggy smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDDpr3wbwtI/AAAAAAAAALw/Z42AZ2vUWzE/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201914509523665618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDDpr3wbwtI/AAAAAAAAALw/Z42AZ2vUWzE/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sadly, both had to remain tied up since neither can be trusted to stay put. Penny spent a good amount of time trying to free them by chewing through the leash...but it was no use. Still, they had a great time getting tangled around the tetherball pole &amp;amp; slurping water together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDDpgHwbwsI/AAAAAAAAALo/_29XGbnGVFo/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201914307660202690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDDpgHwbwsI/AAAAAAAAALo/_29XGbnGVFo/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a girl who seemed to think she was queen of the badminton. She was wrong. &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/4857795819953906750-4577340691605365771?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4577340691605365771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=4577340691605365771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/4577340691605365771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/4577340691605365771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/lobsters-recitals-dogsoh-my.html' title='lobsters, recitals &amp; dogs..oh my!'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SDDrEnwbwzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XHayIP9uBA4/s72-c/IMG_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-1606177123707283035</id><published>2008-05-13T20:27:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:57:16.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Kendall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.filefront.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/areyousmarter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://news.filefront.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/areyousmarter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday at the Jr. High awards ceremony, Kendall was awarded a medal for academic acheivement! This award is given to the student with the highest GPA all year. This year six 8th graders tied with a perfect 4.0! Needless to say, we're pretty proud. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Other than that, we've just been busy, busy, busy with soccer &amp;amp; skating. I'll post pictures after the big show this weekend &amp;amp; maybe even a piano recital picture if you're lucky. ;)&lt;/span&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/4857795819953906750-1606177123707283035?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1606177123707283035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=1606177123707283035' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/1606177123707283035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/1606177123707283035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/congratulations-kendall.html' title='Congratulations Kendall!'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-8534503620335246775</id><published>2008-05-06T23:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:15:20.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for human error!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May is crazy for many families, including ours. Kendall plays soccer 3-4 nights a week and Jenna plays 2 nights a week. On top of that, Jenna's ice show is in two weeks, so she has to be at the rink every night until then for practices, pictures, etc. The girls' piano recital is also the weekend of the ice show. So, every day after school &amp;amp; work we run around like crazy people from field to field to ice rink, doing homework in the car. It's always like this in May &amp;amp; we always survive with a great sense of accomplishment at the end of the month (although I have no idea how people with more than 2 kids do it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight was Kendall's first official soccer game, but two days ago we found out that due to an oversight, her player pass had not been issued and she was not "legal" to play. Most people would have been frustrated at this news, but I was happy as a little clam! The game was an hour away, it was raining out, and we got to stay home all night and watch American Idol!! Even Kendall was happy because she has the hugest, nastiest blood blister on her big toe &amp;amp; was not excited at the prospect of running (ha-she's gonna love that I shared that). So, while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Jenna went off to rehearse their father/daughter number, Kendall &amp;amp; I enjoyed a blissful evening with "the Davids" and one more night with Jason before his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inevitable&lt;/span&gt; departure tomorrow night. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-8534503620335246775?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/8534503620335246775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=8534503620335246775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/8534503620335246775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/8534503620335246775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/hooray-for-human-error.html' title='Hooray for human error!'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-7980145224190389343</id><published>2008-05-02T21:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:31:19.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Minutes of Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SBvObX_7lvI/AAAAAAAAALA/U3GymqfIaxg/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195973564795950834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SBvObX_7lvI/AAAAAAAAALA/U3GymqfIaxg/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SBvHyn_7luI/AAAAAAAAAK4/l1vzBm6wUwg/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two mornings a week, Casey is alone downstairs from 5:30 to 6:00 am. She is completely unsupervised during this time &amp;amp; has quickly learned how to use these 30 minutes to her fullest advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last week I came downstairs at 6:00 to find a brand new bag of hamburger buns (good, expensive wheat ones!) on the floor, ripped open and one bun half eaten. The buns had been on the counter &amp;amp; I thought there's no way my 10 inch tall dog (I measured her) could have gotten them down. It was a mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wednesday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt; came down at 6:00 to find a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ziplock&lt;/span&gt; bag on the floor that had contained one last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;streusel&lt;/span&gt; muffin. The muffin was gone without a trace. Again, the bag had been up on the counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt; was in the basement at 5:30 am lifting weights when he heard a steady "THUMP-THUMP-THUMP" upstairs. He walked up, peeked through the basement door into the kitchen and saw Casey leaping repeatedly into the air. Leaping higher &amp;amp; higher until she cleared the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;countertop&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; could see what goodies she could snag on the way down. This puny little 10 inch tall, 7 pound dog can jump higher than the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;countertop&lt;/span&gt; with enough coordination &amp;amp; precision to grab whatever edible delight is available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She has never displayed this super-canine ability in front of us, but saves it for her magical 30 minutes in the wee hours of the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You just gotta love this little pain in the butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-7980145224190389343?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7980145224190389343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=7980145224190389343' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/7980145224190389343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/7980145224190389343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/30-minutes-of-freedom.html' title='30 Minutes of Freedom'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SBvObX_7lvI/AAAAAAAAALA/U3GymqfIaxg/s72-c/DSC00089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-4669934692574851131</id><published>2008-04-29T22:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:04:01.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"don't ever change"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pwberge/yearbook.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/pwberge/yearbook.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was yearbook day!! The much anticipated, full color, overpriced book of memories was finally here! If you haven't seen a high school yearbook recently, they really have become amazing works of photo journalism. I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the way home from school Kendall was reading some of the things her friends had written in the back of her yearbook to me. As we all remember from 8th grade, the better the friend, the longer the sentiment. Sometimes even not-so-close friends write small novels.&lt;br /&gt;As she's happily reading, I suddenly hear it. That universal phrase that bonds together all high- schoolers throughout the ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't ever change".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're 13, 33, 53 or 63 your yearbook contains the words "don't ever change". I think that's kinda cool. Just like how the word "cool" is still cool. Some things don't ever change (heh heh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-4669934692574851131?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4669934692574851131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=4669934692574851131' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/4669934692574851131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/4669934692574851131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='&quot;don&apos;t ever change&quot;'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-2670200395568949086</id><published>2008-04-27T15:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:18:31.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Skatin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I took a little video at Jenna's last skating class &amp;amp; thought I'd share it. I know the first one is the beginnings of a "toeloop", but I don't know what move she's doing in the second one (help Chloe?). Anyway, Jenna passed her test recently and will be staring Freestyle 3 in the fall!  Tomorrow, however, she gets to start learning her "Rock Lobster" routine for the ice show. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c0ea63d4e1e7b65c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2670200395568949086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=2670200395568949086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/2670200395568949086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/2670200395568949086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-skatin.html' title='Some Skatin&apos;'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-5210209480212889353</id><published>2008-04-23T19:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:31:49.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't believe I'm about to make this (sort of) public announcement because I may very well regret it, but here goes. No, there is no little addition on the way or anything as dramatic as that....sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly one month from today I will be"celebrating" a big, bad birthday. I'm not particularly looking forward to this one, but have thought of a way to make it a little more tolerable &amp;amp; maybe even a bit happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have set a goal for myself to be 8 pounds lighter by this birthday. I need to lose more than 8 pounds, but this is my short term goal. I know this is not exactly facinating information for you folks &amp;amp; you're probably thinking "so what?". BUT, I'm hoping the threat of public failure and humiliation will keep me on track &amp;amp; out of the doritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I march on toward middle age...here's hoping I leave a little of my middle behind. Ha ha! Clever huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-5210209480212889353?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5210209480212889353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=5210209480212889353' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/5210209480212889353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/5210209480212889353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/announcement.html' title='An Announcement'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-3394333428101357778</id><published>2008-04-20T21:48:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T13:11:33.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Couple Hours in the Backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The weather was beautiful today &amp;amp; we managed to get outside for a couple of hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; church, errands, and dinner plans with friends. Kendall &amp;amp; her big teenage-type friends strolled the neighborhood &amp;amp; probably talked about boys while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jer&lt;/span&gt;, Jenna &amp;amp; I played some baseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frolicked&lt;/span&gt; in the yard enjoying the warm sun, we had a couple visitors who spent quite a long time enjoying the last patch of ice on the pond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SAwCgAh8_7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/C9bE2AFUTbM/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191527219372818354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SAwCgAh8_7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/C9bE2AFUTbM/s320/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, in a dramatic, symbolic, welcoming of spring, they launched themselves into the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(yes, I'm quite certain that's what was going through their minds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191526957379813282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SAwCQwh8_6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/wvyDAKqNRl8/s320/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Casey, not to be outdone by a couple of ducks, thought a dog in a pond was a much more picturesque portrait of spring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191525561515442066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SAwA_gh8_5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YgAt24YXA1c/s320/DSC00062.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt; As good luck would have it, she has an appointment with the groomer tomorrow so I just let her dirty, scummy fur dry in the sun. I think the groomer will appreciate the extra challenge. :)&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/4857795819953906750-3394333428101357778?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3394333428101357778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=3394333428101357778' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3394333428101357778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3394333428101357778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/couple-hours-in-backyard.html' title='A Couple Hours in the Backyard'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SAwCgAh8_7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/C9bE2AFUTbM/s72-c/DSC00061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-3230334105062945064</id><published>2008-04-14T09:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:21:13.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff is Happening!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Progress is well underway in the Peterson basement! We now have electricity in every room, plumbing, and the beginnings of walls thanks to my hard working hubby. For those of you anxiously awaiting the completion of the guest room (ok, 2-3 of you...but we do expect to be the future vacation hotspot in town), here are a few pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SANotXHk0CI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9WubXu73V-8/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189106324170133538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SANotXHk0CI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9WubXu73V-8/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the happy handyman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SANogXHk0BI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OTobui78fN8/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189106100831834130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SANogXHk0BI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OTobui78fN8/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the guest room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cast your vote on whether or not Jer's trophys should remain on display&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SANoNnHk0AI/AAAAAAAAAJI/F0liQY5qc5s/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189105778709286914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SANoNnHk0AI/AAAAAAAAAJI/F0liQY5qc5s/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jenna training for the big pull-up test in gym class&lt;br /&gt;both girls were fortunate to NOT inherit my complete lack of upper body strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-3230334105062945064?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3230334105062945064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=3230334105062945064' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3230334105062945064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3230334105062945064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/stuff-is-happening.html' title='Stuff is Happening!'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SANotXHk0CI/AAAAAAAAAJY/9WubXu73V-8/s72-c/DSC00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-5285066617934814539</id><published>2008-04-13T17:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T17:22:35.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TEOTWAWKI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SAKHDXHkz9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/iISHM4sO9A0/s1600-h/snowmobile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188858212499378130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SAKHDXHkz9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/iISHM4sO9A0/s400/snowmobile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I promise this will be my last weather rant as I am boring even myself with the topic, but it must be noted that today, APRIL 13TH, Jeremy &amp;amp; friends are off snowmobiling for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Granted, they had to drive up north a ways, but the fact that snowmobiling is still possible is just wrong. Terribly, horribly wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-5285066617934814539?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5285066617934814539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=5285066617934814539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/5285066617934814539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/5285066617934814539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/teotwawki.html' title='TEOTWAWKI'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SAKHDXHkz9I/AAAAAAAAAIo/iISHM4sO9A0/s72-c/snowmobile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-6844714396725825793</id><published>2008-04-07T07:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:53:37.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh good, it's snowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R_oXkfxvNkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3R8TZaZT4NE/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186483836643391042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R_oXkfxvNkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3R8TZaZT4NE/s400/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, this is getting ridiculous. Where is this global warming we're supposed to fear? My poor child is just hoping to enjoy one day of recess without her snowpants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna move. Who's with me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-6844714396725825793?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6844714396725825793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=6844714396725825793' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/6844714396725825793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/6844714396725825793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/april-7th-in-my-backyard.html' title='Oh good, it&apos;s snowing'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R_oXkfxvNkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/3R8TZaZT4NE/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-4644939588998376336</id><published>2008-04-04T21:14:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:54:48.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS FLASH - good customer service is not extinct</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R_bmDPxvNdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3aW_nvFMwlI/s1600-h/customer-service.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185584964412847570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R_bmDPxvNdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3aW_nvFMwlI/s200/customer-service.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Easter weekend, my camera died. I hoped it was just a battery problem, but after trying a brand new one with no success I had to sadly acknowledge that my first digital camera, my beloved Kodak EasyShare was indeed, dead. After owning it for only 3 years, I was now going to have to go out &amp;amp; buy a new camera. Grrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I remembered that I bought it at Costco. And the reason I bought it at Costco was because they supposedly had this amazing unlimited guarantee on pretty much everything in the store. Could I actually return my 3 year old camera?? I called Costco &amp;amp; sure enough, a friendly lady told me to pack up all the stuff that came with the camera &amp;amp; bring it in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, electronics are one thing that get cheaper as they get better. So tonight I exchanged my old broken camera for a better brand &amp;amp; model that was HALF THE PRICE OF MY KODAK!! I walked out of there with a wad of money in my pocket and a new camera!! WHOO-HOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new Sony camera is now charging &amp;amp; I'll be updating with new pics soon. Oh, and before you all rush out to Costco, they've recently changed their guarantee policy from "unlimited" to 90 days. They still have a lifelong friend in me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-4644939588998376336?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4644939588998376336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=4644939588998376336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/4644939588998376336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/4644939588998376336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/04/news-flash-good-customer-service-is-not.html' title='NEWS FLASH - good customer service is not extinct'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R_bmDPxvNdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3aW_nvFMwlI/s72-c/customer-service.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-3990935039232592030</id><published>2008-03-26T07:27:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:26:00.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Pond</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the reasons we chose to live here is the big pond in our backyard. While some would see this as a mosquito-breeding, algae-growing nuisance, we love it &amp;amp; all the critters it brings. There is nothing better than falling asleep to the chirping of frogs (although a certain husband would say that's a matter of opinion). So, with more snow in the forecast, I would like to pay tribute to a few of the many critters who have visited our pond, and dream of the ice melting again one day...someday...maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R-pI8_xvNaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DcwoNR8h1xU/s1600-h/100_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182034533992576418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R-pI8_xvNaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DcwoNR8h1xU/s200/100_0229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;baby deer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R-pH6vxvNZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJBH-7eNT4g/s1600-h/100_1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182033395826242962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R-pH6vxvNZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJBH-7eNT4g/s200/100_1418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cool looking ducks with fan heads (forget what they're called)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R-pHW_xvNYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vCp1WQPf2ZU/s1600-h/100_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182032781645919618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R-pHW_xvNYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vCp1WQPf2ZU/s200/100_1076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wild turkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R-pGsvxvNXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nKI5TuI6mTU/s1600-h/100_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182032055796446578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R-pGsvxvNXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nKI5TuI6mTU/s200/100_0845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our beloved 3-legged deer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R-pGZfxvNWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TPr_hhZHBIM/s1600-h/100_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182031725083964770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R-pGZfxvNWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TPr_hhZHBIM/s200/100_0802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;goose family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R-pE9PxvNUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AT9jwl5etLQ/s1600-h/100_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182030140241032514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R-pE9PxvNUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AT9jwl5etLQ/s200/100_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;teeny baby turtles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R-pEkfxvNTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iyvIMHgibgM/s1600-h/100_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182029715039270194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R-pEkfxvNTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iyvIMHgibgM/s200/100_0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the mallard duckies we raised a couple summers ago&lt;/div&gt;(mommy misses you gals!)&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/4857795819953906750-3990935039232592030?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3990935039232592030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=3990935039232592030' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3990935039232592030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3990935039232592030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-pond.html' title='Our Pond'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R-pI8_xvNaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/DcwoNR8h1xU/s72-c/100_0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-6898291633071939116</id><published>2008-03-21T01:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:59:27.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go away Mr. Snowman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/coventry/content/images/2007/02/09/snow_feb_2007_01_431x470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/coventry/content/images/2007/02/09/snow_feb_2007_01_431x470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather anchor says we're getting 2-4 inches of snow tonight. Having lived my whole life in the frozen tundra this doesn't surprise me, but it doesn't make me happy either. The kids are on spring break &amp;amp; it's Easter in 2 days for pete's sake!! (What does "for pete's sake" mean anyway? Anyone?) I suppose I can try to have a good attitude &amp;amp; enjoy the prettiness of it. Maybe build one last snowman. Maybe this snow will buy me some more time until shorts season! Hey - there is a silver lining!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-6898291633071939116?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/6898291633071939116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=6898291633071939116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/6898291633071939116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/6898291633071939116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/go-away-mr-snowman.html' title='Go away Mr. Snowman'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-2272604664911204084</id><published>2008-03-13T21:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T21:19:42.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R9nf5ogb-8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/GI_xXRAeRNw/s1600-h/100_2242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177415427858103234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R9nf5ogb-8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/GI_xXRAeRNw/s320/100_2242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenna loves to decorate our house with homemade creations whenever a holiday is near. Today after school, she got to work on this year's Easter decorations. She brought me this wonderful chickie masterpiece &amp;amp; asked me if I'd like to put it on my blog (CUTE!!). So, here's wishing you all an early Happy Easter from Jenna and the rest of us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-2272604664911204084?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/2272604664911204084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=2272604664911204084' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/2272604664911204084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/2272604664911204084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R9nf5ogb-8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/GI_xXRAeRNw/s72-c/100_2242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-7841158636980522102</id><published>2008-03-06T20:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:46:44.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an Auntie again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my new nephew Benjamin who made his grand entrance into the world on Tuesday morning. Isn't he CUTE?!! I wish sooooo bad that I could snuggle him, but since he lives 1000 miles away, for now I'll just have to kiss his little picture &amp;amp; save my money for a plane ticket. Welcome Benjamin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R9CoRGkpmlI/AAAAAAAAACw/ySxuAnmQgxw/s1600-h/100_2977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174820983624276562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R9CoRGkpmlI/AAAAAAAAACw/ySxuAnmQgxw/s320/100_2977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-7841158636980522102?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/7841158636980522102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=7841158636980522102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/7841158636980522102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/7841158636980522102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-auntie-again.html' title='I&apos;m an Auntie again!'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R9CoRGkpmlI/AAAAAAAAACw/ySxuAnmQgxw/s72-c/100_2977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-4717099807776840563</id><published>2008-03-06T16:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:50:43.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dog</title><content type='html'>What I loved about Toby was his weirdness.  He had more bizarre behaviors than any dog I've ever known or heard of.  Although no dog can compare to the craziness of Toby, I'm happy to see that little Casey is developing some weird quirks of her own.  Aren't dogs great?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3ba26e62ee3c6e45" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3ba26e62ee3c6e45%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35CD3D5A4CD216863AD3CF3EAA68A2C2F1313D56.50C558490DF26DB1C5DB31F2B896C98C83D322B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ba26e62ee3c6e45%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWpSE7nE3w_jYUUh0wBa2a-x1i5w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3ba26e62ee3c6e45%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35CD3D5A4CD216863AD3CF3EAA68A2C2F1313D56.50C558490DF26DB1C5DB31F2B896C98C83D322B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ba26e62ee3c6e45%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWpSE7nE3w_jYUUh0wBa2a-x1i5w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-4717099807776840563?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3ba26e62ee3c6e45&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/4717099807776840563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=4717099807776840563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/4717099807776840563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/4717099807776840563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/weird-dog.html' title='Weird Dog'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-3136253718049800313</id><published>2008-03-02T21:14:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:11:43.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.movieprop.com/tvandmovie/reviews/gremlinsspike2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lazydork.com/movies/gremlins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lazydork.com/movies/gremlins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Awww, remember this cute little face? While browsing Netflicks this week, I came across the movie "Gremlins" and nostalgic thoughts flooded over me as I remembered cute little Gizmo with his big ears &amp;amp; crooked smile. Sure, it was a little scary, but in a fun way right? Surely my kids would love this delightful 80's flick. &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;&lt;br /&gt;We happily watched the first half hour of Gizmo humming his little tune, immitating dog barks, and squealing "bright light!" whenever a light came on. We munched our pizza &amp;amp; Kendall wondered if I ever had a stuffed Gizmo toy. I began to have second thoughts when Gizmo got water spilled on him &amp;amp; his body began bubbling and popping out little mogwi spawn...but we watched on. The discusting, slimy mogwi cocoon things made me cringe a little (huh...didn't remember that part), but when the first evil gremlin emerged and KILLED the high school science teacher (WHAT?! I don't remember that!), and the mom grabbed a butcher knife to go confront the gremlin commotion she heard upstairs...the dvd went back into it's cozy little Netflicks envelope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;How could my memory have been that off? I guess I was in 10th grade when I watched the Gremlins &amp;amp; I'm pretty sure there was some funny stuff in it. I do tend to be a TAD overprotective at times....but I'm pretty sure you can turn out okay even if you never see Gremlins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/4857795819953906750-3136253718049800313?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/3136253718049800313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=3136253718049800313' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3136253718049800313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/3136253718049800313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/03/remember-this-cute-little-guy-while.html' title=''/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-1797325883742511514</id><published>2008-02-20T19:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:19:41.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendall's new do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R7zOalHKx_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/60XJEvXxtRs/s1600-h/100_2146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169233428348585970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R7zOalHKx_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/60XJEvXxtRs/s320/100_2146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After many weeks of thinking &amp;amp; pondering, Kendall made the huge decision to cut some bangs! We made an appointment for this afternoon &amp;amp; with Caribou in hand, she walked off with her stylist for the big event. Sarah the stylist thought it might be a good idea to ease into this bang thing &amp;amp; not go too short, so the result is this cute little layered do. Kendall loves it &amp;amp; is showing it off at youth group as I type.&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;Yes, believe it or not, this is the most excitement we've had this week and therefore it is blogworthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-1797325883742511514?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/1797325883742511514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=1797325883742511514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/1797325883742511514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/1797325883742511514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/kendalls-new-do.html' title='Kendall&apos;s new do'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/R7zOalHKx_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/60XJEvXxtRs/s72-c/100_2146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4857795819953906750.post-5425686867910370085</id><published>2008-02-17T19:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:05:32.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got me a blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Since I spend way too much time on the computer anyway, I figured this might be a fun, creative outlet for me and a way to share the goings-ons in our lives with friends &amp;amp; family. The best part is (this is really awesome), I already have one faithful reader! Many long-time bloggers cannot make that claim! Stay tuned as the excitement unfolds.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4857795819953906750-5425686867910370085?l=petegirls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/feeds/5425686867910370085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4857795819953906750&amp;postID=5425686867910370085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/5425686867910370085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4857795819953906750/posts/default/5425686867910370085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://petegirls.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-me-blog.html' title='I got me a blog'/><author><name>deb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01606512017522945247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bY5xTweJmrQ/SPYL-R92QsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/gaA1kRhJ9cw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
