<?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-5493472984627954353</id><updated>2011-08-01T17:37:02.853-07:00</updated><category term='0'/><title type='text'>Deanie's Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-4338306786979492362</id><published>2009-09-02T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:17:21.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>It sounds simple enough...2cups grated zucchini. But in reality it ain't that easy!&lt;br /&gt;I love Zucchini Bread, hate the peeling and grating. I have had two large zucchini staring at me perched in the corner of my counter for several days now. My friend Annette stole them from her brothers garden just for me so I could make the bread, she has asked me about it "you got that zucchini bread done yet?"&lt;br /&gt;So finally tonight I took the plunge and decided to be ambitious.  Of course I never make a single batch, not me, I double everything, even things I have never made before, so when I crash it is in a big way.&lt;br /&gt;The zucchini have now been peeled, hacked up and grated (just enough for a double batch) and the remainder stuffed into a plastic bag and tucked neatly into the vegetable keeper in the fridge. The pieces will wait there until 1) they go bad and are thrown away or 2) grated for another double batch. I live dangerously so we will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;My kitchen now smells like cinnamon, all warm and toasty and the muffins just came out, mmm... the bread will be done in a little while. So yes it is worth it now that the dishwasher is full and going and the counter tops have been cleared of all the green rinds that  are tucked neatly into the garbage can, yup it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Hillary gave me this great recipe, have fun with it!&lt;br /&gt;ZUCCHINI BREAD&lt;br /&gt;3 beaten eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;3 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;3 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;3 tsp cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;2 cups grated zucchini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 2 loaf pans&lt;br /&gt;Bake @ 350 degrees (50-60 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;muffins (15-20 minutes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-4338306786979492362?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4338306786979492362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=4338306786979492362' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4338306786979492362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4338306786979492362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2009/09/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-3133583621776398824</id><published>2009-08-02T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:45:00.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Dr. Savage to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SnYV-nW2FyI/AAAAAAAAASE/OT6UeJ0NYU0/s1600-h/S5000993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365500171519399714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SnYV-nW2FyI/AAAAAAAAASE/OT6UeJ0NYU0/s320/S5000993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SnYPYutQzrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MqdL1fZA4UM/s1600-h/S5000978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365492923587677874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 423px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SnYPYutQzrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MqdL1fZA4UM/s400/S5000978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must admit sometimes I wonder if this special young man is related to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He makes a goal and completes it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hardly ever do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is dedicated,tenacious,hard working and..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brilliant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He didn't get that from his mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He just completed his Doctorate of Physical Therapy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and has been accepted at the "U"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for his PHD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he was in Junior High he decided to get straight A's from that time on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he was in High School he was the first Quarter Back at Hunter High the year they opened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they didn't win a game that season, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the next year went all the way to the finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has three beautiful children and a wonderful wife Hillary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few years ago he decided he needed to lose a few pounds so right before the holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he gave up white bread and anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with sugar in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am REALLY sure he didn't get that from me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is now at his High School weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He did Triathlons last summer and this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is in to running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again, he didn't get this from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I want to be like him when I grow up......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5493472984627954353-3133583621776398824?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3133583621776398824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=3133583621776398824' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/3133583621776398824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/3133583621776398824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2009/08/thats-dr-savage-to-you.html' title='That&apos;s Dr. Savage to you'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SnYV-nW2FyI/AAAAAAAAASE/OT6UeJ0NYU0/s72-c/S5000993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-2820863847857339262</id><published>2009-06-08T17:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:36:28.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Gramma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/Si2s9359_II/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q1nVErPftxc/s1600-h/FH000004_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345118511737732226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/Si2s9359_II/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q1nVErPftxc/s400/FH000004_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is this a cool picture or what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cahoon&lt;/span&gt; and the cute baby on his lap is my Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma was born June 8, 1895&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The youngest of thirteen children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She spent most of her childhood at Lee's Ferry where father had been sent by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brigham Young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this picture was taken in 1920, do the math it is pretty old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always celebrated my birthday with Grandma and I think of her often on this day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was a very special lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you Grandma and have a very Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-2820863847857339262?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2820863847857339262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=2820863847857339262' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2820863847857339262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2820863847857339262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-gramma.html' title='Happy Birthday Gramma!'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/Si2s9359_II/AAAAAAAAAR0/Q1nVErPftxc/s72-c/FH000004_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-5202627932856602180</id><published>2009-04-26T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:12:57.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SfUExNdXikI/AAAAAAAAARs/yYvCQ-Ylcrk/s1600-h/S5001051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329170977535789634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SfUExNdXikI/AAAAAAAAARs/yYvCQ-Ylcrk/s400/S5001051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a total of four grandsons and two of them had birthdays this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mikey turned 10 years old on April 9th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Max celebrated his 5th birthday on April 16th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These guys are a big part of my life and I am really sure anyone within listening distance gets really tired of my stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mikey is playing baseball again this summer and there is nothing better(when the weather cooperates) than sitting on the bleachers and watching him play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Max is into bugs, he brought his caterpillar with him the other day when he came to visit and added an ant while he was here. I told him he could take as many as he wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy, happy birthday from Grandma Deanie to "The Boys"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-5202627932856602180?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5202627932856602180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=5202627932856602180' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/5202627932856602180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/5202627932856602180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys.html' title='The Boys!'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SfUExNdXikI/AAAAAAAAARs/yYvCQ-Ylcrk/s72-c/S5001051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-9158881545648501261</id><published>2009-04-03T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:05:28.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This n' That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I must admit when I get hooked on something it takes me awhile to get over it. I am not over getting a kick out of making cupcakes as you can see by the pictures. Last fall Aly found a good buy on powdered sugar and we each bought 2 cases (12/2 pound bags) for our food storage. So I am now into the second case. That is 24 pounds of sugar that I have used. I am not even going to add up the butter, cream cheese and chocolate chips that goes along with it. It has been fun though and they tasted pretty good too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/Sdbga_plHII/AAAAAAAAARc/rScyle-VqEo/s1600-h/S5001381-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320686764151872642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/Sdbga_plHII/AAAAAAAAARc/rScyle-VqEo/s320/S5001381-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dang Cute Birthday Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/Sdbf_VFMNeI/AAAAAAAAARU/z-dAFE2qndA/s1600-h/S5001363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320686288868488674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/Sdbf_VFMNeI/AAAAAAAAARU/z-dAFE2qndA/s320/S5001363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dang Cute Birthday Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/Sdbe-G8BMWI/AAAAAAAAARM/DGZG9oR8hnM/s1600-h/S5001389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320685168380424546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/Sdbe-G8BMWI/AAAAAAAAARM/DGZG9oR8hnM/s320/S5001389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our sweet Annie B was baptized, pink cast and all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SdbcWtBc2PI/AAAAAAAAARE/zN9uOtMrO-U/s1600-h/S5001386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320682292385732850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SdbcWtBc2PI/AAAAAAAAARE/zN9uOtMrO-U/s320/S5001386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pine Wood Derby time for Mikey. Grandpa Johnny always helps him with his car and this year Mikey wanted a "U of U" car. They asked if I could paint the "U" on the hood. No problem.. a trip to the craft store, $10.00 later and I have painted it, next morning it peels right off, I am a little desperate cause it is fast approaching weigh in time for the car (5 oz, not over or under). Another trip to the craft store and 6 bucks later I have a one inch "U" on the hood. I complained to Grandpa Johnny and he just laughed and told me how much he had spent on paint, sand paper, etc and what Carrie had spent on decals that were not even used. Needless to say Mikey had a great time and the car beat the "BYU" car 5 out of 6 times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SdbbnAuvw-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GRyRa_LHr-g/s1600-h/S5001378-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320681473042269154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SdbbnAuvw-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GRyRa_LHr-g/s320/S5001378-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dang cute Birthday Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with cupcake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Oh and Dad too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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That'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/Sdbga_plHII/AAAAAAAAARc/rScyle-VqEo/s72-c/S5001381-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-2165457388147212180</id><published>2009-03-04T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:31:42.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='0'/><title type='text'>Twentynine Reasons to Love Aly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/Sa9cDBCO1yI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/T0L0vidGpOY/s1600-h/S5000728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309563692580263714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/Sa9cDBCO1yI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/T0L0vidGpOY/s320/S5000728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/Sa9bWPJjIII/AAAAAAAAAQs/A87IaE-wlOk/s1600-h/S5000575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309562923274936450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/Sa9bWPJjIII/AAAAAAAAAQs/A87IaE-wlOk/s320/S5000575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/Sa9a7PERUnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hpMIxTC-lRI/s1600-h/S5000458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309562459396330098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/Sa9a7PERUnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/hpMIxTC-lRI/s320/S5000458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1980 was a good year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially on March 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alyson Dean Savage made her appearance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are the 29 things I love about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)She is my only daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) She is the baby of the family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) She has a brother Kirk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) She has a brother Nate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) She is  named after her Mom and Great Aunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) She had dark hair as a baby and Mom could give her a bow and a top notch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) She grew to be tall and thin like her Dad's side of the family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) She learned to play the piano like her grandma Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) She took dance lessons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Had many dance costumes, that cost a lot, but were never used again(girls do that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) She had a blue swimsuit she wore everyday one summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) When her hair was really long, she would get "Perms", they would take days and days and lots of money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) She loves fry sauce, on anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) She hates cats (tolerates her Moms)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13)She loves her dogs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) She loves Chuck (her husband)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) She loves Annie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) She love Max&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17) She loves Sofia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18) She is a wife to Chuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19) She is a Mom to Annie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20) She is a Mom to Max&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21) She is a Mom to Sofia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22) She is beautiful inside and out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23) She is very talented with cake making and is always willing to share her talents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24) She is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Phebes&lt;/span&gt;" (inside joke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25) She is domestic (another inside joke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26) She is a good friend and neighbor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27) She makes me proud everyday of my life that I am so lucky to have her as my daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28)She is surrounded by many people who lover her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29) She is 29 years old on March 5th..Whew..Happy Birthday GIRL!!&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/5493472984627954353-2165457388147212180?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2165457388147212180/comments/default' 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St Patty's day is no exception.  I love to fix (and eat) Corned Beef and Cabbage. My darling family is not as enthusiastic, I think the last time I tried to feed it to them they all threatened to never come back for dinner again, sigh... I thought I raised them right.&lt;br /&gt;But I do have a recipe they really like, I only fix it this time of year (don't ask me why) and it is a good one. When Nate and Hillary lived in Rhode Island he called and asked if I would give the recipe to Hillary (I am sure she was thrilled) I think I left out out some of the key steps and they ended up with frosting up to their elbows and not quite sure why Nate would want this recipe.  It is a little bit of work but the results are yummy. I have had this recipe longer than some of my kids and I don' t think I even have it written down on the back of an envelope or paper sack, it's in my head, I guess it is good to pass it on before I forget it. Enjoy, let me know if you are brave enough to get messy with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blarney Stones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 yellow cake mix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mix according to package directions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bake in a large cookie sheet that is well greased and floured @350 for about 15 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;check and see if done when touched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let cool for 10 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remove from pan onto a piece of wax paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cut into triangles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do this by cutting the cake in strips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then cut rectangles, then cut these into triangles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can make them as big or as small as you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I make about a 3-4 inch triangle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;freeze uncovered for at least an hour so they are easier to work with, you can do these ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you are making one day and completing another, cover after they are frozen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay you are this far now, no turning back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frosting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 cup butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 oz cream cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 tsp vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 lb bag powder sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beat together, may need to add some milk to thin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here comes the best part..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 16 oz bag of salted Spanish peanuts(skins on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;put these through a blender till crushed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take a few cakes pieces out of the freezer at a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frosting all sides, top bottom, etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so it is completely covered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a plate with the crushed peanuts on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dip the icing covered blarney stone until it is covered with the crushed peanuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are done! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like I said a little bit of work, but you are going to love the taste, most people can't figure out what it is, until you tell them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-4183965143754732305?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4183965143754732305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=4183965143754732305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4183965143754732305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4183965143754732305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/luck-o-irish.html' title='The Luck O&apos; the Irish'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-6015791627391045100</id><published>2009-02-14T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:01:15.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blitz!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SZdGO4LRQrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NF8MK4EpqxY/s1600-h/Color+Contesy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302784307663815346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SZdGO4LRQrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NF8MK4EpqxY/s400/Color+Contesy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; February is our special month for birthdays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or should I say we have four special people in our family with February Birthdays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First one up is our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; Kate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;February 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; is the date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is 14 years old this year and turning into a real heart breaker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is our original comedian of the family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and too cute for words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a social butterfly and always has something going on with all her friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next up is Annie who turned 8 this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a sweetie and Mom's big helper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her special date is February 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wanted Polly Pockets and got bucket loads of em &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She also wanted an ice cream cake and Mom didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a really "cool" cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Third one on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;list&lt;/span&gt; is Natalie Ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On February 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; four years ago she joined our family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had a blast at her birthday party and loved all her fun presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her Mom made her a very special doll cake with a blue dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which is Natalie's favorite color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last but not least is Carrie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her special day is February 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (I will be nice and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;list&lt;/span&gt; her age!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her darling kids and her Mom Becky put together a birthday party complete with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt; plates and wrapping paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is super Mom and always has a beautiful smile for all of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Needless to say we have all had our share of cupcakes, cakes, ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sugar, sugar, sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is there any other way to celebrate??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am very late in getting all these birthday wishes to my special February Birthday girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but much love to all of these very precious people in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-6015791627391045100?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6015791627391045100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=6015791627391045100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/6015791627391045100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/6015791627391045100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-blitz.html' title='Birthday Blitz!!'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SZdGO4LRQrI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NF8MK4EpqxY/s72-c/Color+Contesy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-5065889650604453291</id><published>2009-01-24T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:05:27.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Time</title><content type='html'>Since "Sugar Cookie" Season is fast approaching (some call it Valentines Day) I thought I would share one of my favorite recipes.  It has a lot of history. My sweet redheaded sis Suzie gave it to me along time ago. I think the recipe has been doubled maybe even tripled over time so you could cut in half (heaven forbid) or I sometimes 1 1/2 times it depending on the project.  when my kids were little we would make them at Halloween, each kid making his/her own and decorating. They would get to do with them what they wanted and I remember Nate keeping them under his bed till they were gone. We made big heart shaped ones for our neighbors, one for each member of the family putting their names on each one. We worked for days and I think one year I bought 25 pounds of powder sugar for the frosting (and used almost all of it!) We would then deliver our treasures out to each family. What fun!! My sister Yvonne likes them plain without frosting (I don't know what is wrong with her) but you can color the dough if you have anybody strange like that. Or put sugar crystals on them too! Anyway start some traditions of your own, put this one in the recipe box, it is a keeper and most of all take time to eat too many yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SUGAR COOKIES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 cups of flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 cups shortening (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crisco&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 tsp baking powder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 cup milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mix together flour,salt, baking powder and sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cut in shortening like you would for pie dough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beat eggs and milk together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Add to flour mixture and mix (okay this is the part if you have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kitchen aid&lt;/span&gt; mixer, use it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If not then mix by hand, if you have a large teenage boy or husband around to do this part it really helps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roll out, cut you favorite shapes. Bake on PAM sprayed cookie sheet @375 for 9-11 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These stay soft for along time, they can be made and frozen until you are ready to frost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BUTTER CREAM&lt;/span&gt; FROSTING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 cup shortening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 cup butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 tsp vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 lbs powder sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;milk&lt;/span&gt; or water to thin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beat butter, shortening together, add vanilla then powder sugar 1/3 at a time till combined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can substitute 8 oz of cream cheese for the shortening (yummy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;instead of vanilla add 1 tsp almond extract and 1 tsp vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead of extract with the cream cheese add some orange zest and some orange juice to thin (again yummy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-5065889650604453291?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5065889650604453291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=5065889650604453291' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/5065889650604453291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/5065889650604453291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-almost-time.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Time'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-2192955057071246931</id><published>2009-01-13T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:57:01.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aly Sofia's Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SW1cKg0d8TI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kzYc8qJ3qIg/s1600-h/IMG_4469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290986472908648754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SW1cKg0d8TI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kzYc8qJ3qIg/s200/IMG_4469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SW1ctUlCt2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/RKoz7xQ2-h8/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290987070918145890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SW1ctUlCt2I/AAAAAAAAAQE/RKoz7xQ2-h8/s200/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On a cold January 14th 2008 Grandma Deanie was lucky enough to spend the day with Max and Annie anxiously awaiting the arrival of their new baby sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SW1dFhH9PBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2CCczCTDVx0/s1600-h/S5001216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290987486602673170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SW1dFhH9PBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/2CCczCTDVx0/s200/S5001216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad got up really early and made the trek to the hospital while we played games, watched TV, tapped our toes and melted a&lt;br /&gt;couple of pacifiers on the stove instead of sterilizing them(Grandma Deanie was too busy playing games).&lt;br /&gt;Around 3:00 in the afternoon Dad calls and tells us she is almost here and we better get to the hospital in a hurry. By this time Max is sacked out on the couch and boots are hiding. We find all the boots, coats, mittens and kids and get buckled into the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we are flying down Bangerter I had an overwhelming feeling come over me and I start to cry uncontrollably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Just then I heard Kirk's voice say to me "I am giving her to you guys now, take good care of her".   I looked at my watch and we quietly made our way to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went in the wrong door and had to wander the halls before finally finding the room with our precious new addition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was beautiful and Aly promptly named her "Minnie".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked what time she arrived and it had been the exact time I heard from Kirk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Minnie has been such an amazing addition to the family, she is funny, she is way to smart for her age and she makes me laugh all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy First Birthday to my Aly Sofia!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ~ Grandma Deanie&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/5493472984627954353-2192955057071246931?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2192955057071246931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=2192955057071246931' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2192955057071246931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2192955057071246931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/aly-sofias-big-day.html' title='Aly Sofia&apos;s Big Day'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SW1cKg0d8TI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kzYc8qJ3qIg/s72-c/IMG_4469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-1041402360864794817</id><published>2009-01-04T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:52:01.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Holiday's 2008</title><content type='html'>Well it is now January and the lovely holiday season is behind us. I don't know about you but it has been a whirl wind of activities. Our family started right after Thanksgiving with the traditional &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SWF4_AY_HJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0zOfAfYtKVo/s1600-h/S5001252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287640461341564050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SWF4_AY_HJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0zOfAfYtKVo/s200/S5001252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; get together. We always do the "White Elephant" gift exchange and the wood fish platter was again given. This platter has been with us for about 15 years now. It pops up every year since Kirk and Carrie donated it. Some years it is wrapped in a big box, some years it is in a little sack with a note telling the lucky person it is theirs to keeps for another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SWF4s6rnp_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/vwkiZE4ySW8/s1600-h/S5001253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287640150571460594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SWF4s6rnp_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/vwkiZE4ySW8/s200/S5001253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Girls" got together at my house this year for dinner. We had made blankets this past year and collected various items to donate to the "Womens Shelter" in Midvale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent Christmas Eve with Nate, Hillary and the kids. It is always so fun to see the wonder and joy in my little grandkids eyes Christmas morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287639406011095794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SWF4Bk-mGvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jpyuTidbTZU/s200/S5001293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287639719932649826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SWF4T2bU4WI/AAAAAAAAAPc/vkr1dQ8GL20/s200/S5001297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aly and I had a reunion with our very dear friends Bob and Diane Johnson and their girls Robyn and Kimberly. It was so great to visit with them. It is hard to think that our little girls (Aly and Robyn) are Moms now and all grown up and we are grandmas. Bob checked out my latest pictures of the grandkids and let me know his are cuter than mine, of course they are! He just hasn't met them yet, I know he will change his mind when he sees them in person! I am so glad that we had the chance to spend time with these very special people, it made my holiday one to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SWGAStlaSTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/D3MtmEKIl3Y/s1600-h/S5001304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287648496472181042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SWGAStlaSTI/AAAAAAAAAP0/D3MtmEKIl3Y/s200/S5001304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrie and the Kids, her Mom, the Mechams (some family friends), Aly and me got together and cooked dinner for the Ronald McDonald house. This was a really neat experience and I am so glad I had the opportunity to participate.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SWF3pWBkydI/AAAAAAAAAPM/i1BnywudJvE/s1600-h/S5001308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287638989680200146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SWF3pWBkydI/AAAAAAAAAPM/i1BnywudJvE/s200/S5001308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent some time at my house&lt;br /&gt;making big pots of soup. Later in the day headed up town to deliver the food and serve it to the people staying there.&lt;br /&gt;The last get together of the season was of course the unforgettable Utes/Bama football game. Carrie invited us all over, what fun!! Decorations, food and all kinds of red sweatshirts. Mikey is a very intense fan and doesn't get very far from the action. What a great game,WAY TO GO UTES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287638549028111394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SWF3Psd7hCI/AAAAAAAAAPE/AlXYRKRrAbI/s200/S5001320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-1041402360864794817?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1041402360864794817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=1041402360864794817' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/1041402360864794817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/1041402360864794817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-holidays-2008.html' title='Christmas Holiday&apos;s 2008'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SWF4_AY_HJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0zOfAfYtKVo/s72-c/S5001252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-4780680883651542168</id><published>2008-12-10T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:05:17.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mallorie Megan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SUB0gxnaJDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d2wjVGf52Hk/s1600-h/S5000967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278346869701485618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SUB0gxnaJDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d2wjVGf52Hk/s400/S5000967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mallorie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Red&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meggie (It's what Gandma Deanie calls her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is our sweet sweet Meggie and December 11th is her 12th birthday! She watches out for all of us making sure everybody is okay, making sure if anybody needs a baby sitter, she is there. She would come and stay with Grandma anytime (I love it!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is our little worrier, nervous stomach, tender heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a special part of my life she is and I love her so very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to my Meggie!&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/5493472984627954353-4780680883651542168?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4780680883651542168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=4780680883651542168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4780680883651542168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4780680883651542168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/mallorie-megan.html' title='Mallorie Megan'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SUB0gxnaJDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/d2wjVGf52Hk/s72-c/S5000967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-8842934923574888924</id><published>2008-12-09T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:10:31.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 10th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/ST8Wwdf-I-I/AAAAAAAAAO0/Bez25rpiSc4/s1600-h/FH000026_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277962310109766626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/ST8Wwdf-I-I/AAAAAAAAAO0/Bez25rpiSc4/s400/FH000026_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Kirk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, Mom&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/5493472984627954353-8842934923574888924?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8842934923574888924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=8842934923574888924' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/8842934923574888924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/8842934923574888924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-10th.html' title='December 10th'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/ST8Wwdf-I-I/AAAAAAAAAO0/Bez25rpiSc4/s72-c/FH000026_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-6424363790181795897</id><published>2008-11-26T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:30:27.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SS4vh2P0UMI/AAAAAAAAAME/gSijLWfs70Y/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273204472241475778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SS4vh2P0UMI/AAAAAAAAAME/gSijLWfs70Y/s400/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the sun light that streams through my kitchen window in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the beautiful mountains that surround the valley I live in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the snow that quiets my world in winter and the sun that warms my face in summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the rustling leaves in fall and the tiny spring flowers that peek their heads skyward in spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all these things God creates, I am thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the children I have been given, for the grandchildren they have given me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my parents who nurtured and taught me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those in my family who have gone before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my family, I am thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my friends who wrap their loving arms around me in time of need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all the laughter, tears and years we share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my friends, I am thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For enjoying the freedoms of this great country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For living as I choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For being given so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all of this I am truly blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-6424363790181795897?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6424363790181795897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=6424363790181795897' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/6424363790181795897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/6424363790181795897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-thankful.html' title='I Am Thankful'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SS4vh2P0UMI/AAAAAAAAAME/gSijLWfs70Y/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-941498586964195663</id><published>2008-11-20T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:57:18.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four years have passed, since you were set free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the earthly trials, that would not let you be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your laugh, your smile, your gentle loving touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the things I miss so very much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My tiny son, wrapped within my arms so new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You grew each day, straight and strong and true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To live and learn, laugh and play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Father and I loved you more each passing day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A brother, a father, a husband, a son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To those of us here, you are that special one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you Kirk, more than I can say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know my thoughts, do you hear my words, each and every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You left too soon, were gone so fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the happy times, the funny times, I thought would always last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The years and days and hours tick by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filled with thoughts of you, building kingdoms on high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your in my heart, my hopes, my dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not far away, yet very far, or so it often seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So grow my son, my precious son, straight and strong and true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And do your work, that special work, our Father chose for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-941498586964195663?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/941498586964195663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=941498586964195663' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/941498586964195663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/941498586964195663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/four-years-have-passed-since-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-2283006456424439300</id><published>2008-11-16T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:43:52.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Mikey !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SSDyJlpNwjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bPLV2pRa6H0/s1600-h/Color+Contesy+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269477810561204786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SSDyJlpNwjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bPLV2pRa6H0/s400/Color+Contesy+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is a healthy, happy nine year old and that's the way it should be.  He has been cancer free for 5 years now and we celebrated.  Carrie and the kids stayed at Little America this weekend and the "Grandma's" met them for dinner. He had a steak and chocolate shake and put up with all the girls (Mom, sisters and grandma's).&lt;br /&gt;Mikey is an amazing boy, he loves sports and can tell you any and all of the stats on his favorite teams.  He is a big fan of the "U" and had to leave dinner several times to find out what the score was.&lt;br /&gt;This has been a wonderful milestone to celebrate for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;"High Five, Mikey"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;~ Grandma Deanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-2283006456424439300?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2283006456424439300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=2283006456424439300' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2283006456424439300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2283006456424439300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/11/congratulations-mikey.html' title='Congratulations Mikey !!'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SSDyJlpNwjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bPLV2pRa6H0/s72-c/Color+Contesy+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-4868999168085824682</id><published>2008-10-13T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:52:23.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Logan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SPPalirRTvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bHN-3_2dCOU/s1600-h/S5001228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256785528569810674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SPPalirRTvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bHN-3_2dCOU/s400/S5001228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SPPaOlH92cI/AAAAAAAAALs/qUjdfF1-aX0/s1600-h/S5001225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256785134090049986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SPPaOlH92cI/AAAAAAAAALs/qUjdfF1-aX0/s400/S5001225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan Mitchell Savage was born October 10th six years ago in Knoxville Tennessee.  He is now in Kindergarten and lives a lot closer to all those cousins!  They all helped him celebrate on Saturday. The cold snowy weather  didn't dampen any spirits and a good time was had by all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He helped his Mom make his birthday cake.  He wanted a scary Halloween cake. It was a graveyard complete with graham cracker headstones, spiders, pumpkins, ghosts and black cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves sports and is playing flag football, he played baseball last summer. He can play guitar hero with the best of em and any kind of super hero is cool. His Dad was pretty proud of the great scores he got from the parent/teacher conference last week.  He is a big brother to Natalie and James  and a very sweet little guy. Grandma loves you very much, happy birthday Logan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-4868999168085824682?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4868999168085824682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=4868999168085824682' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4868999168085824682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4868999168085824682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-logan.html' title='Happy Birthday Logan!'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SPPalirRTvI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bHN-3_2dCOU/s72-c/S5001228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-1199374198278476410</id><published>2008-10-09T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:23:34.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cow has been taken hostage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SO7GqCjpWGI/AAAAAAAAALc/dzcvUjaZ0oE/s1600-h/S5001223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255356240731134050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SO7GqCjpWGI/AAAAAAAAALc/dzcvUjaZ0oE/s200/S5001223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a pretty little cow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spends most of her time on the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hanging out with her little magnets on the back of her head and hooves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good natured little cow with blank stare on her face most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She used to hang out on my desk at work, but I brought her home, thought she would like it better there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; all love her, always wanted to take her home, but no, she is grandma's toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to my horror when I came back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aly's&lt;/span&gt; house, walked in my door and there in the bottom of an empty Halloween candy dish was my little cow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Completely wrapped up with every single elastic that had been hung on the pantry door knob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was a prisoner, a hostage, who could have done this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate, Hillary and the kids had been staying over the night before. Hillary saw Natalie acting suspiciously, questioned her and she just said "don't look at me" as she lurked around the fridge area of the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She couldn't have, could she?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might have been the cat, he does tend to be a little jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway she is okay, I rescued her from the elastics and candy dish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SO7HFXyBDII/AAAAAAAAALk/TsJp4VTqQe4/s1600-h/S5001224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255356710285020290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SO7HFXyBDII/AAAAAAAAALk/TsJp4VTqQe4/s200/S5001224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is back to hanging out on the fridge with her little blank stare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-1199374198278476410?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1199374198278476410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=1199374198278476410' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/1199374198278476410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/1199374198278476410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/cow-has-been-taken-hostage.html' title='The Cow has been taken hostage!'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SO7GqCjpWGI/AAAAAAAAALc/dzcvUjaZ0oE/s72-c/S5001223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-8459499871661316262</id><published>2008-09-15T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:26:29.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six out Eleven Ain't Bad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SM8xgUSfQ_I/AAAAAAAAALE/65kTRTgUaHY/s1600-h/Color+Contesy+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246466522181747698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SM8xgUSfQ_I/AAAAAAAAALE/65kTRTgUaHY/s200/Color+Contesy+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246466232004224114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SM8xPbSxpHI/AAAAAAAAAK8/btQt4Dx6oYA/s200/Color+Contesy+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SM8vLwTdrOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/H3DxNkoyogc/s1600-h/Color+Contesy+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246463969901522146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SM8vLwTdrOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/H3DxNkoyogc/s200/Color+Contesy+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246464387484638034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SM8vkD7CW1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/eXw33TYeyZ8/s200/Color+Contesy+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SM8wWTFZCGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZUOawIIpG3o/s1600-h/Color+Contesy+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246465250548058210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SM8wWTFZCGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZUOawIIpG3o/s200/Color+Contesy+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SM8wyHDOU5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/X2awzneDxt0/s1600-h/Color+Contesy+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246465728354079634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SM8wyHDOU5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/X2awzneDxt0/s200/Color+Contesy+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a couple of weeks ago Aly asked if her and the kids could come Friday night and stay over so she could go to swim lessons on Saturday morning and I could keep an eye on the little ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No problem, that would be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said she had a wedding dinner to go to on Saturday and I offered to keep Max and Annie while she went. It will be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night Nate calls and they are driving down so they can visit and go to the wedding dinner on Saturday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you are watching Max and Annie but would you mind if we brought Logan and Natalie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No problem. It will be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning Meggie calls and asked if she could come and help me watch the cousins while the parents go to the wedding dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That would be great. It will be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday afternoon Carrie calls and said Morgan was feeling a little left out cause the cousins are gathering at Grandma's house and would it be okay if she came with Meggie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a problem. It will be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday afternoon at around 4:oo pm there are now six grandkids between the ages of three to eleven gathered at Grandma's condo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No problem. It will be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan: Can we go play on the play ground?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma: Sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annie: I just saw a really big bee, don't go out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan: Put the "Mutant Ninja Turtles" in the DVD player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All Granddaughters: Nooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone sits or stands transfixed to the end of the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma: Anyone hungry yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten minute later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie: I'm hungry, I want Mac n Cheese now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma: Okay, I'll have ready in about 10 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 seconds later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie: I'm hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma: I'm hurrying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Natalie: I want Mac n Cheese now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirty minutes later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All kids fed and dishes done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten minutes later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six kids bored, milling around starting to form gangs in the back bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meggie suggests a coloring contest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great pictures, Grandma judges the contest and everybody wins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prize? Candy of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one can agree on what movie to watch next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Enchanted" is the next and the boys decide to watch Mutant Ninja turtles again on Grandma's laptop instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five minutes later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan standing beside Grandma's chair smiling, totally enchanted by "Enchanted".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watches to the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids getting restless again, another movie started, some sporadic bickering has erupted over which plastic chair goes where, some suggestions made that Natalie might be "stinky".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She denies it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meggie has another stroke of genius and suggests "Freeze Dancing".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big hit, everyone involved with smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance, dance, dance..stop, giggle, giggle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance,giggle, dance, stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conga line! Grandma gets to be in front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;giggle,giggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logan and Max are reminded this is not tackle dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Door bell rings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aly and Hillary enter with two hungry screaming babies in tow and are very surprised to see Grandma not only survived but had a great time. It was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-8459499871661316262?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8459499871661316262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=8459499871661316262' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/8459499871661316262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/8459499871661316262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/09/six-out-eleven-aint-bad.html' title='Six out Eleven Ain&apos;t Bad!'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SM8xgUSfQ_I/AAAAAAAAALE/65kTRTgUaHY/s72-c/Color+Contesy+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-2003198831569516090</id><published>2008-08-30T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:52:30.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I go play now??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I made my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the dishes&lt;br /&gt;I did the laundry (folded AND put away)&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned the living room&lt;br /&gt;I petted the cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I go play now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-2003198831569516090?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2003198831569516090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=2003198831569516090' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2003198831569516090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2003198831569516090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-i-go-play-now.html' title='Can I go play now??'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-4925158151694819109</id><published>2008-08-19T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:07:05.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah,Blah,Blah Blah, Blog</title><content type='html'>Blogaholic - Previously discussed, someone totally addicted to blogging&lt;br /&gt;Blog Potato - Also previously discussed,  while eating, watching TV, scolding, kids and or dogs&lt;br /&gt;Blog-O-Rama - Posting several times per day.&lt;br /&gt;Blogalicious - A simply wonderful post you savor.&lt;br /&gt;Bloggonia - A flower found only on blog backgrounds, can be an infinite variety of colors.&lt;br /&gt;Blogster - A really "hip" blog person.&lt;br /&gt;Blogger - the person writing the blog&lt;br /&gt;Bloggee - The person reading the blog.&lt;br /&gt;Multi-Blogging - Posting on more than one blog.&lt;br /&gt;Bloggamatic - Signing on to your blog before anything else, kids cats,hubbys and dogs completely forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Pseudo-blogging - You don't have a blog yourself but live vicariously through all of your relatives and or friends blogs, reading, commenting and telling funny stories about the things you have seen and read.&lt;br /&gt;Bloggotograh - Photograph taken for the sole purpose of a blog posting.&lt;br /&gt;Preblogging - Planning out new post, deciding on theme, pictures, stories and color scheme.&lt;br /&gt;Blogumentory - Posting that documents a moment in time, can include various subjects, loss of tooth, trip to "Big" city, acquiring of lizard, running of races, movement of wood.&lt;br /&gt;Blog Envy - Usually is felt as a twinge when reading a blog that is spectacular and you realize you don't even know how to write like that of group pictures like that or change your background to be as cute as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again...I obviously don't have enough to do if I am spending my time writing about this. Did a little preblogging.  If I left out any blogging terms, let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-4925158151694819109?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4925158151694819109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=4925158151694819109' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4925158151694819109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4925158151694819109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/blahblahblah-blah-blog.html' title='Blah,Blah,Blah Blah, Blog'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-7932081603449492494</id><published>2008-08-10T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:45:08.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Parties for Morgan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SJ-vxtin7bI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yJjYTIxmR-U/s1600-h/S5001150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233094560601075122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SJ-vxtin7bI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yJjYTIxmR-U/s400/S5001150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has been a birthday celebration for our sweet little "Re Dolly". She turned 7 years old today! Friday was the party with friends. They played games, had ice cream and decorated little doll cakes. Today was the family party, everyone was there even the cousins from Brigham City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SJ-vcfC31AI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IkXtXCBRFOY/s1600-h/S5001146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233094195932550146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SJ-vcfC31AI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IkXtXCBRFOY/s200/S5001146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SJ-vMqSt8rI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK9FVGNEBvE/s1600-h/S5001143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233093924073894578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SJ-vMqSt8rI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jK9FVGNEBvE/s200/S5001143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SJ-u88g7oPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tPh2ryAGxH8/s1600-h/S5001141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233093654087442674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SJ-u88g7oPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tPh2ryAGxH8/s200/S5001141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big sisters helped with the decorations and the games. Grandma made the dolls cakes and Mom took lots and lots of pictures of the festivities. It seems like just yesterday she was a tiny dark haired bundle of  joy coming home from the hospital and the big brother and sisters wanting their turn to hold her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to my precious Morgan, Grandma loves you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-7932081603449492494?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7932081603449492494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=7932081603449492494' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/7932081603449492494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/7932081603449492494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-parties-for-morgan.html' title='Birthday Parties for Morgan'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SJ-vxtin7bI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yJjYTIxmR-U/s72-c/S5001150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-796906445086273111</id><published>2008-08-08T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:29:19.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, Eight Things....</title><content type='html'>Eight things I am passionate about&lt;br /&gt;1) All 11 grandkids&lt;br /&gt;2) All my kids and their spouses&lt;br /&gt;3) My cat, Tucker&lt;br /&gt;4) My friends&lt;br /&gt;5) Cooking&lt;br /&gt;6) My grandkids (I know, I already said that)&lt;br /&gt;7) Curing cancer&lt;br /&gt;8) Not politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight Books I have read&lt;br /&gt;1) The Secret Life of Bees (almost done)&lt;br /&gt;2) Twilight series&lt;br /&gt;3) Shadow in the Wind&lt;br /&gt;4) The Host&lt;br /&gt;5) Harry Potter Series&lt;br /&gt;6) The Da Vinci Code&lt;br /&gt;7) Pillars of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;8) Kitchen Table Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight Phrases I say often&lt;br /&gt;1) Kitty, kitty kitty, here kitty&lt;br /&gt;2) Tucker&lt;br /&gt;3) What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;4) Hey sweetie&lt;br /&gt;5) This is LaDean (at work, answering the phone)&lt;br /&gt;6) I love you&lt;br /&gt;7) Really?&lt;br /&gt;8) Bye now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight things I want to do before I die&lt;br /&gt;1) Retire&lt;br /&gt;2) Get my house really clean&lt;br /&gt;3) Balance my check book (not really)&lt;br /&gt;4) Learn to play the piano (also..not really)&lt;br /&gt;5) Take cooking lessons&lt;br /&gt;6) Run, jog, maybe walk some kind of race.&lt;br /&gt;7) See all my grandkids grow up&lt;br /&gt;8) Complete all my knitting projects, hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight things I have learned over the past year&lt;br /&gt;1) What a blog is&lt;br /&gt;2) How to blog&lt;br /&gt;3) That I am addicted to blogging&lt;br /&gt;4) How to make fondant (although I have not done it, just watched Aly)&lt;br /&gt;5) My kids get smarter every year&lt;br /&gt;6) That I have more control over my life&lt;br /&gt;7) How to make pillowcases (easy ones)&lt;br /&gt;8) To do my banking online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight places I want to see&lt;br /&gt;1) The back of my spare bedroom closet&lt;br /&gt;2) The bottom of my purse&lt;br /&gt;3) A size 8 in my closet and I am not talking shoes.&lt;br /&gt;4) New York, again&lt;br /&gt;5) Jersey Boys (the musical)&lt;br /&gt;6) Disney World through my grandkids eyes&lt;br /&gt;7) The Ocean, again&lt;br /&gt;8) Mt. Everest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight things I currently want or need&lt;br /&gt;1) A hug&lt;br /&gt;2) A smile&lt;br /&gt;3) Notes from my grandkids&lt;br /&gt;4) A self cleaning litter box&lt;br /&gt;5) A self cleaning fridge (do they make those?)&lt;br /&gt;6) To sleep late every day&lt;br /&gt;7) To want to exercise&lt;br /&gt;8) To be a better friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight people I want to tag (okay this is great, most of you have already completed your assignment and the rest I got the idea from Vicky)&lt;br /&gt;1) Aly&lt;br /&gt;2) Vicky&lt;br /&gt;3) Darcie&lt;br /&gt;4) Chuck&lt;br /&gt;5) Annie&lt;br /&gt;6) Oprah&lt;br /&gt;7) Minnie Mouse&lt;br /&gt;8) Carin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-796906445086273111?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/796906445086273111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=796906445086273111' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/796906445086273111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/796906445086273111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag-eight-things.html' title='Tag, Eight Things....'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-4938731567579435803</id><published>2008-08-06T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T15:57:30.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Girls"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SJonUd6IxKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IycQR1qrcWc/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231537149723591842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SJonUd6IxKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IycQR1qrcWc/s400/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of us went to kindergarten together, some not until much later... 6th and 7th grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been best friends since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have known each other through all the things that life brings us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have laughed and cried together through all of this and even giggled sometiimes, as Julia said "till we wet our pants".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friendship becomes more precious with every passing year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still think we look pretty darn good...considering!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And with all of this we are still, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Girls"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From left to right: Kathy, Julia, DeeAnna, Sherry, Me and Lynn (with miracle granddaughter born premature at a little over 3 lbs and doing great now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-4938731567579435803?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4938731567579435803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=4938731567579435803' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4938731567579435803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4938731567579435803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/girls.html' title='&quot;The Girls&quot;'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SJonUd6IxKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IycQR1qrcWc/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-3357117179793525275</id><published>2008-08-04T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:42:33.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Favorite Son-In-Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SJfYQq5H64I/AAAAAAAAAJU/VrK17PlNu_c/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230887273117510530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SJfYQq5H64I/AAAAAAAAAJU/VrK17PlNu_c/s400/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A big Birthday "Shout Out" to my favorite Son-In-Law, Chuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah your my only Son-In-Law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have been a prized possession of our family for some time now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think we will keep you, if you don't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday dear Chuck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better than me singing it to you right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks so much for putting up with this Mother-In-Law and..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for being such a great husband and Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love and appreciate you more than you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best Birthday Wishes, Love Deanie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-3357117179793525275?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3357117179793525275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=3357117179793525275' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/3357117179793525275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/3357117179793525275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-my-favorite-son-in-law.html' title='To My Favorite Son-In-Law'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SJfYQq5H64I/AAAAAAAAAJU/VrK17PlNu_c/s72-c/Picture+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-8192708978282893255</id><published>2008-07-29T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:00:21.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maddi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SI_kcPg4IHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Rwt-qmaGPGw/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228648866252333170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SI_kcPg4IHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Rwt-qmaGPGw/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is tall and beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is blond and reminds me of her Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a wonderful big sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is the oldest grandchild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She likes really big dill pickles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is a darling daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She starts high school this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She can text and listen to her IPOD with the best of em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She hates spiders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She loves "Hello Kitty" anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she is 15 years old today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to my Maddi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love ~ Grandma Deanie&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/5493472984627954353-8192708978282893255?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8192708978282893255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=8192708978282893255' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/8192708978282893255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/8192708978282893255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/07/maddi.html' title='Maddi'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SI_kcPg4IHI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Rwt-qmaGPGw/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-5278681196396173431</id><published>2008-07-27T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T20:39:23.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with the Grandkids</title><content type='html'>I told Nate and Hillary I was coming up to visit them but actually it was to play with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grandkids&lt;/span&gt;.  Baby James is one month old now and is a very sweet boy.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SI07IbFFAZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/peT25m0tFAM/s1600-h/S5001127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227899758341063058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SI07IbFFAZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/peT25m0tFAM/s320/S5001127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SI06o1LT3GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XU84op9-KHw/s1600-h/S5001124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227899215590710370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SI06o1LT3GI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XU84op9-KHw/s320/S5001124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SI06NLX-YNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1jbBlzs_Ig0/s1600-h/S5001080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227898740513071314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SI06NLX-YNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/1jbBlzs_Ig0/s320/S5001080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Logan and Natalie are taking swim lessons and I got to go watch, what fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SI051kqBNpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KfbEN4ECGNY/s1600-h/S5001078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227898334982780562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SI051kqBNpI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KfbEN4ECGNY/s320/S5001078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SI0cyYdlVoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FOUY3Ov3N5E/s1600-h/S5001103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227866394332583554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SI0cyYdlVoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FOUY3Ov3N5E/s320/S5001103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meggie came with me and had a great time with the cousins.  They played in the sprinklers one evening, lots of giggles while trying to miss getting hit with the water.  We went to movies,stayed  up late, ate ice cream, read stories, played games, snuggled baby, made cookies, ate cookies, made some more cookies, ate cookies (check out the nifty recipe on the side bar). Lots of summer fun with Nate, Hillary and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SI0cQyso9qI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OrU6OvDo24Q/s1600-h/S5001128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227865817259505314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SI0cQyso9qI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OrU6OvDo24Q/s320/S5001128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-5278681196396173431?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5278681196396173431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=5278681196396173431' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/5278681196396173431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/5278681196396173431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-with-grandkids.html' title='Fun with the Grandkids'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SI07IbFFAZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/peT25m0tFAM/s72-c/S5001127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-1324533495046004159</id><published>2008-07-22T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:51:15.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check</title><content type='html'>1)  Bags packed, check.&lt;br /&gt;2) Garbage taken out, check.&lt;br /&gt;3) Kitty feeder filled, check.&lt;br /&gt;4) Litter box cleaned, check.&lt;br /&gt;5) dishes done, check.&lt;br /&gt;6) Anna will check on Kitty, check.&lt;br /&gt;7) Lock up condo, check.&lt;br /&gt;8) Head to the northern branch of the Savage Clan, check.&lt;br /&gt;9) Squeeze Logan, Natalie and snuggle baby James, check.&lt;br /&gt;10) Pictures and bragging to follow, CHECK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-1324533495046004159?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1324533495046004159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=1324533495046004159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/1324533495046004159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/1324533495046004159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/07/check.html' title='Check'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-7822336301393439205</id><published>2008-07-21T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:36:12.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Blog Potato"</title><content type='html'>Not to be confused with "Couch Potato" although very similar.&lt;br /&gt;I already discussed being a Blogaholic in a previous post and I do fit into that category but now I am really sure I have become a blog potato.  I arm myself with my caffeine free diet coke (of course with lemon so I get my fruit for the day) and settle on to the couch. At first I think I wont turn on the laptop but it sits on the end table and just stares back at me.  So I think I will just turn it on for a minute and see if Aly has posted something new (couldn't just call her and ask) and then I need to check and see what Chuck has done and Betsy and Robyn and Kimberly and Diane and Carin and some people I don't even know but I check anyway...well that takes a little time and I am on my second caffeine free diet coke. I look at all these cute blogs and the blog envy takes over and I wonder I mine will ever match up, but then I have to remember it is not a competition, but I still feel slightly bad about it all.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I bought this really cool thing over the weekend, it is a plastic tray I can set my laptop on with padding on the underside and a clip on the side for papers, no holder for my caffeine free diet coke but it is still cool.  It is bright pink and enables me to be more of a "Blog Potato"!&lt;br /&gt;I really am hopeless....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-7822336301393439205?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7822336301393439205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=7822336301393439205' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/7822336301393439205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/7822336301393439205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-potato.html' title='&quot;Blog Potato&quot;'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-8306934636093439761</id><published>2008-07-12T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:55:47.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories....</title><content type='html'>Okay so Aly said this was fun and I agree.  I have checked everybody's blog and wracked my brain for the best memories of that person, which is really hard because the memory is the first thing to go and I can't remember what the second thing is!&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you (and if this isn't on there...I'll assume you're a procrastinator like me and will check back later!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-8306934636093439761?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8306934636093439761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=8306934636093439761' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/8306934636093439761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/8306934636093439761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories.html' title='Memories....'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-4983842585310632922</id><published>2008-07-08T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T19:30:47.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Momma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHQa421jHZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/p6Fc4vejze0/s1600-h/FH000027_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220827432124358034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHQa421jHZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/p6Fc4vejze0/s400/FH000027_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; July 9, 1920 - June 8, 1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was always Momma to me, not Mom or Mother.&lt;br /&gt;I was the youngest so of course her favorite!&lt;br /&gt;She was and is the best cook I know.&lt;br /&gt;She taught me to make bread.&lt;br /&gt;She read everything and taught me to love books.&lt;br /&gt;She took me to the library and in the summertime to the Bookmobile (how many of you are old enough to know what that is)&lt;br /&gt;She played piano beautifully and was wise enough to NOT give me piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;She could sew anything and was also wise enough to let me learn it in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHQaw7cergI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Cc77QlPJxDk/s1600-h/FH000004_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220827295922433538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHQaw7cergI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Cc77QlPJxDk/s400/FH000004_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         She would let me cook anything I wanted to as long as I cleaned up the mess.  Aly knows from experience that I was not that patient or understanding when it came to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;She was the oldest daughter.&lt;br /&gt;She was born in Delta Utah&lt;br /&gt;She loved the TV series "MASH" and would always beat my kids at the trivia game.&lt;br /&gt;She hated snakes.&lt;br /&gt;She curled her hair with "Bobby Pins" when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;She did not like to get up early.&lt;br /&gt;She raised 4 daughters and 1 son. With 1 bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;She was a Democrat and my Dad was a Republican.&lt;br /&gt;She taught me that voting was one of the most important things we do.&lt;br /&gt;She taught me that life is not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHQapT4YkcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sft5U0TsYRY/s1600-h/FH000029_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220827165042971074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHQapT4YkcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sft5U0TsYRY/s400/FH000029_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She always had a stack of quilt blocks going. To use up any scraps of material. I didn't think much of it until I tried making some myself, I couldn't get the corners to match like hers. I finally gave up and learned a new appreciation for her talents.&lt;br /&gt;She passed away on her Mother's birthday, Grandma came and took her home.&lt;br /&gt;She was one of a kind and I love and miss her every day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Momma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-4983842585310632922?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4983842585310632922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=4983842585310632922' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4983842585310632922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4983842585310632922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-momma.html' title='Happy Birthday Momma'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHQa421jHZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/p6Fc4vejze0/s72-c/FH000027_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-2254246002696445989</id><published>2008-06-29T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:09:57.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, He's getting Older!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SGhKMY72V7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/dzU6vop3eS0/s1600-h/S5000978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217501745021081522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SGhKMY72V7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/dzU6vop3eS0/s400/S5000978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nathan James Savage has had a pretty exciting week!  He became a new dad and turned 34 years old.  I tend to be a day late and a dollar short...so Happy Birthday Nate (it was Saturday the 28th).&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken on Sofia's blessing day and Mikey was thrilled that Nate wanted him to sit on his lap.  Of course Nate got a big kick out of it.  He came in to this world a very busy baby and he still wears all of us out.&lt;br /&gt;Some stuff about my Nate:&lt;br /&gt;1)  He is a Physical Therapist&lt;br /&gt;2) Has a wonderful wife named Hillary that puts up with him&lt;br /&gt;3) Has been doing Triathlons for about the last year or so.&lt;br /&gt;4) Loves dill pickles, green olives and crunched up potato chips on top.&lt;br /&gt;5) Is the proud papa of Logan, Natalie and baby James.&lt;br /&gt;6) Likes to play Guitar Hero with the best of em.&lt;br /&gt;7) Reads scriptures to his kids every night.&lt;br /&gt;8) Seinfeld is one of his favorite shows&lt;br /&gt;9) Played football and baseball in high school&lt;br /&gt;And....Looks really guilty in the picture below.  I don't know why but I am sure that him and Chuck were up to something, they always are! &lt;br /&gt;I am very proud of you and love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;Your MA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SGhIgJIh8tI/AAAAAAAAAGw/n_Raw6pAfI8/s1600-h/S5001005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217499885353431762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SGhIgJIh8tI/AAAAAAAAAGw/n_Raw6pAfI8/s400/S5001005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-2254246002696445989?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2254246002696445989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=2254246002696445989' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2254246002696445989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2254246002696445989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow-hes-getting-older.html' title='Wow, He&apos;s getting Older!'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SGhKMY72V7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/dzU6vop3eS0/s72-c/S5000978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-9144887846964922087</id><published>2008-06-26T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:04:44.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumpin for Joy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;He is here and he is wonderful. Sweet Baby James made his debut on Saturday June 21st at 7:47 p.m. He weighs in at 7 lbs 14 oz and 20 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SGQr5quMzYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hnc2umx4KNI/s1600-h/S5000993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216342538122481026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="183" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SGQr5quMzYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hnc2umx4KNI/s200/S5000993.JPG" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SGQrPL_CV_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/AWYAlT17akQ/s1600-h/S5001042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216341808317093874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SGQrPL_CV_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/AWYAlT17akQ/s200/S5001042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SGQq8e4E0fI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fMaRhpy1LIM/s1600-h/S5001035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216341486970655218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SGQq8e4E0fI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fMaRhpy1LIM/s200/S5001035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SGQqr9EoYZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YLc3KDdWe8A/s1600-h/S5001028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216341203018604946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SGQqr9EoYZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YLc3KDdWe8A/s200/S5001028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His big brother and sister love holding him and listening to the "baby noises" he makes. Mom is doing great and very glad to be home. Grandma is extremely proud of this new addition to our clan. James Kirk Savage welcome home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SGQqZOkHvNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0YaxFnWiUJw/s1600-h/S5001036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216340881296571602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SGQqZOkHvNI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0YaxFnWiUJw/s200/S5001036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-9144887846964922087?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9144887846964922087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=9144887846964922087' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/9144887846964922087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/9144887846964922087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/06/jumpin-for-joy.html' title='Jumpin for Joy!!'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SGQr5quMzYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hnc2umx4KNI/s72-c/S5000993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-3768847010887384824</id><published>2008-06-19T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T17:58:44.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy and Sad</title><content type='html'>My new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grandbaby&lt;/span&gt; is coming on Saturday June 21st.  I just got off the phone with Hillary and the doctor said he is big enough and ready, he just doesn't know it so they are going to help him along.  I am going to go stay with them to take care of Logan and Natalie, what fun!  This will give me eleven beautiful grandchildren.  I am looking forward to meeting this new little guy and snuggle him to smell that "New Baby" smell.  I can hardly wait to post pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, I just found out that a daughter of one of my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt;" friends has been diagnosed with a rare form of cancer and is at Huntsman being treated.  Unfortunately I understand what she is going through and I just felt the need to post the poem that I read and reread when my boys were going through this.  I hope in my lifetime there is a cure and that no one has to go through any more pain and heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Cancer Cannot Do&lt;br /&gt;Cancer is so limited...&lt;br /&gt;It cannot cripple Love&lt;br /&gt;It cannot shatter Hope&lt;br /&gt;It cannot corrode Faith&lt;br /&gt;It cannot destroy Peace&lt;br /&gt;It cannot kill Friendship&lt;br /&gt;It cannot suppress Memories&lt;br /&gt;It cannot silence Courage&lt;br /&gt;It cannot invade the Soul&lt;br /&gt;It cannot steal eternal Life&lt;br /&gt;It cannot conquer the Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-3768847010887384824?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3768847010887384824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=3768847010887384824' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/3768847010887384824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/3768847010887384824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-and-sad.html' title='Happy and Sad'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-6485255458750621914</id><published>2008-06-01T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:18:52.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENhSvg9k-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/kIfs5GGZGQo/s1600-h/S5000885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207112568790684642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENhSvg9k-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/kIfs5GGZGQo/s200/S5000885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jolene and I headed off for St. George and a "Beach Boy concert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENhCfg9k9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/XnQ0LGGtRno/s1600-h/S5000883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207112289617810386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENhCfg9k9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/XnQ0LGGtRno/s200/S5000883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The weather was cool and so was the concert. All those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surfin&lt;/span&gt; tunes brought back great memories.  Of course there were a whole bunch of old people in the audience, I wonder where they came from, why they would like the same kind of music that I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENg0Pg9k8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/gPFUyVS3RMY/s1600-h/S5000884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207112044804674498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENg0Pg9k8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/gPFUyVS3RMY/s200/S5000884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENgkfg9k7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PucjnuHpxMM/s1600-h/S5000915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207111774221734834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENgkfg9k7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PucjnuHpxMM/s200/S5000915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After staying in St. George we headed south to Mesquite and heard about a Nevada state park called "Valley of Fire".  Really neat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;petroglyphs&lt;/span&gt; that you could walk up to, they were everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENgT_g9k6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/qCMmEXEXgDE/s1600-h/S5000898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207111490753893282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENgT_g9k6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/qCMmEXEXgDE/s200/S5000898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENgEfg9k5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZGwa2XUGRyo/s1600-h/S5000926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207111224465920914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENgEfg9k5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZGwa2XUGRyo/s200/S5000926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we got on the freeway to start home there was none other than Willie Nelson trying to hitch a ride.  We really got a kick out of the truck that passed us and there was "Willie" riding in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENfy_g9k4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/gCbEentwtZU/s1600-h/S5000938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207110923818210178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENfy_g9k4I/AAAAAAAAAE4/gCbEentwtZU/s200/S5000938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENfh_g9k3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/O1Jgq-UkfU0/s1600-h/S5000939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207110631760434034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENfh_g9k3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/O1Jgq-UkfU0/s200/S5000939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great day! St. George has an In-N-Out Burger, life doesn't get any better.  We ended the trip on a high note!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-6485255458750621914?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6485255458750621914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=6485255458750621914' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/6485255458750621914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/6485255458750621914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/06/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SENhSvg9k-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/kIfs5GGZGQo/s72-c/S5000885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-7959104614968260165</id><published>2008-05-18T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:20:02.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>Carin and Aly have inspired me to add a "Ticker" to my blog. This also means a commitment of walking, biking or running the distance to Disneyland. WHAT HAVE I DONE??&lt;br /&gt;It is going to take forever to do this, I am no spring chicken, I figure at the rate I do anything, well I don't even want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;So... I need all the help I can get, any encouragement will be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I have decided to post a recipe now and again, you will see it on the sidebar. I love recipes, I love to read them, try them and collect them. I have made the bread recipe several times and it is a good one. If you have tried making whole wheat bread and it tastes a lot like a cardboard box, you will like this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-7959104614968260165?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7959104614968260165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=7959104614968260165' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/7959104614968260165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/7959104614968260165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/05/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-3254141420863845882</id><published>2008-05-16T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:13:07.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tucker, kitty cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SC5NCjlTV7I/AAAAAAAAADg/AR-XRZ6O_J4/s1600-h/S5000880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SC5NCjlTV7I/AAAAAAAAADg/AR-XRZ6O_J4/s200/S5000880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201179325966276530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SC5EejlTV6I/AAAAAAAAADY/MvHXFDqA17s/s1600-h/S5000882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201169911397963682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SC5EejlTV6I/AAAAAAAAADY/MvHXFDqA17s/s200/S5000882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SC5DGTlTV1I/AAAAAAAAACw/s8Jax1juzQ4/s1600-h/S5000873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201168395274508114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SC5DGTlTV1I/AAAAAAAAACw/s8Jax1juzQ4/s200/S5000873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would take a few cute pictures of Tucker, easier said than done.  It is really hard to get him to pose and smile for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SC5D4jlTV4I/AAAAAAAAADI/5SkBbSz4LKQ/s1600-h/S5000877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201169258562934658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SC5D4jlTV4I/AAAAAAAAADI/5SkBbSz4LKQ/s200/S5000877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SC5EMTlTV5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BUp8nQmbKkg/s1600-h/S5000881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201169597865351058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SC5EMTlTV5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/BUp8nQmbKkg/s200/S5000881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SC5DpDlTV3I/AAAAAAAAADA/7UHJFfOCdTQ/s1600-h/S5000874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201168992274962290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SC5DpDlTV3I/AAAAAAAAADA/7UHJFfOCdTQ/s200/S5000874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is a very busy kitty cat.  He doesn't like me to close the door on him (even in the bathroom) I tried to get a picture of his paw as he snaked it under the door trying to find out if I am in there or not but I do not have a speed shutter on the camera.  This last winter was such a long cold snowy time and I have been on a first name basis with my heating pad.  Well, Tucker decided that was a nifty thing and we would end up fighting over who got to lay on, we compromised and shared the heating pad until he would get the best of me and end up with the whole heating pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201168648677578594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SC5DVDlTV2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/neubw8CA1H4/s200/S5000875.JPG" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; This is really his house but he does allow me to stay here because I clean the litter box and feed him tuna.  I also vacuum a spare cat every week off the floor, couches,tables, walls...you name it there is cat hair on it.  What we don't do for those we love.  As I write this blog he is draped across my legs purring because I wouldn't let him crawl on top of the keyboard (it is really hard to type with a cat on the keys).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on and on with kitty stories as Aly can attest to, these are just a few, there may be more at a later time, I'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tucker kitty cat you are a special part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-3254141420863845882?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3254141420863845882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=3254141420863845882' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/3254141420863845882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/3254141420863845882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/05/tucker-kitty-cat.html' title='Tucker, kitty cat'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SC5NCjlTV7I/AAAAAAAAADg/AR-XRZ6O_J4/s72-c/S5000880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-1382316243816807416</id><published>2008-05-07T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:44:27.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hillary</title><content type='html'>To my sweet Hillary on her birthday.  I am so blessed to have you in my family.  And I am so grateful you not only tolerate but love my son, I couldn't ask for more.  I hope this day finds you happy and healthy as you come in to the home stretch with baby number three and grandbaby number eleven.  Have a great day!!  Love ~ Deanie&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SCJmI6rwyEI/AAAAAAAAACo/W6XrPuwg59I/s1600-h/S5000270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197829223316768834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SCJmI6rwyEI/AAAAAAAAACo/W6XrPuwg59I/s320/S5000270.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/5493472984627954353-1382316243816807416?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1382316243816807416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=1382316243816807416' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/1382316243816807416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/1382316243816807416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-hillary.html' title='Happy Birthday Hillary'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SCJmI6rwyEI/AAAAAAAAACo/W6XrPuwg59I/s72-c/S5000270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-4867227675217899217</id><published>2008-05-04T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:51:39.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Blogaholic"</title><content type='html'>Around mid-March &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt; said to me "Robyn has a blog"  That's nice I said.  Then she said, " I am going to start one too". That's nice. I said.  Then Chuck and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt; came to my house for dinner one Sunday afternoon and they said "We are going to make you a blog too".  That's nice I said, but what will I do with one?&lt;br /&gt;Well....the rest is history. I am hooked on blogs, love to read em, comment on em, critique em, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;I show a little jealousy when I think the blog is nicer than mine (which is pretty much every one I look at) Or they get more comments (everybody does) or has music (most all of them but mine)&lt;br /&gt;I marvel at what people do, how clever they are,what fun things they talk about, what cute pictures they have.&lt;br /&gt;This has opened up a whole new world, and it is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for sharing a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of your lives with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-4867227675217899217?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4867227675217899217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=4867227675217899217' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4867227675217899217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4867227675217899217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/05/blogaholic.html' title='&quot;Blogaholic&quot;'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-5861078627567915577</id><published>2008-04-27T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:51:37.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raise Your Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SBUobayQJ-I/AAAAAAAAACI/93KrvZIQ50A/s1600-h/S5000871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194102196753410018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SBUobayQJ-I/AAAAAAAAACI/93KrvZIQ50A/s200/S5000871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you like to do housework, raise your hand. Now don't get me wrong, I love a clean house but the process is not what really interests me.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy the clean linen closet that only took me 30 minutes and had needed to be done for 6  months. I do like the extra space in the linen closet since I threw out the towels that are 5 years older than my oldest grandchild (she is 14) and I open the door to it more often since things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; fall down on me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;  I love the smell of my clean bedding when I crawl in at night, but the time it takes.Whew!&lt;br /&gt;I have decided I am a slob, there I said it.  I used to be able to blame it on three kids, I am a single mom, I work full time.  The kids are adults now, it is just me and the cat. At the end of the week there are 5-7 pairs of shoes in various spots, cloths on the bathroom floor, dishes in the sink and I cannot blame anyone. It is not fair.&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday when I got into my car to go home from work I noticed I had 5 empty yogurt bottles on the floor of my car, one for each day of the week that I drank them on the way to work.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; raised this way, but I seem to have perfected it over time.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, housework was called "chores".  I had chores, my sister had chores. When my Dad worked late part of my chores was to feed the horse (I was allergic to hay)&lt;br /&gt;Did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; get all your chores done so you can come out and play?&lt;br /&gt;What are my chores today?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have those chores and Susie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Does  the term "housework" sound any better than "chores", I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think so.&lt;br /&gt;But, anyway I pretty much got most or at least part, the important part of my housework, chores done so maybe I can go out and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....raise your hand if you like to do housework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-5861078627567915577?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5861078627567915577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=5861078627567915577' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/5861078627567915577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/5861078627567915577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/04/raise-your-hand.html' title='Raise Your Hand'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SBUobayQJ-I/AAAAAAAAACI/93KrvZIQ50A/s72-c/S5000871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-7832301559199820403</id><published>2008-04-20T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:22:54.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged I'm It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt; tagged me and the rules are I need to write 6 things about myself and then also tag 6 other people.  Well....I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know 6 people that are blogging to tag, so I guess it ends with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  I am a Mom and  Grandma and I love being both. It has been and continues to be the greatest joy in my life.&lt;br /&gt;2) I am a friend and have very good friends. The richness it has added to my life is beyond measure.  I have a group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; that have known each other since grade school days. We see each other on a regular basis, go to lunch, dinner, trips. We cry together, laugh together and participate in life's stages. As time goes by we treasure all these years we have had together more and more with each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;passing&lt;/span&gt; year.  The "Girls" are Dee, Kathy, Julia, Sharon, Sherry and me.&lt;br /&gt;3) I love to cook and collect cook books. I am not a fancy cook, but enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;4) I like to make "Rag" quilts.  And I am really sure my family is tired of me doing this because I keep making them even though everybody has at least one if not more.&lt;br /&gt;5) I like to read a good book. Nate calls it "pedestrian reading" if it is fictional.  I like to talk to other people about what they have read, to get new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;6) I do enjoy my cat, Tucker. He keeps me entertained.  His unconditional love means a lot to me after a long day at work. He makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;giggle&lt;/span&gt; at the silly things he does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-7832301559199820403?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7832301559199820403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=7832301559199820403' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/7832301559199820403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/7832301559199820403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-im-it.html' title='Tagged I&apos;m It'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-8961273262535543041</id><published>2008-04-06T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:12:32.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Savage/Smith" Conference Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mNX4u5f9I/AAAAAAAAACA/pTq8KvvTTY4/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186331887399436242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mNX4u5f9I/AAAAAAAAACA/pTq8KvvTTY4/s200/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When our tradition of "Conference Weekend" began several years ago, we did Saturday and Sunday.  Well.....we love each other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; but you know the saying too much of a good thing.  So now we do just Sunday.  It was Carrie's turn this time and she did a wonderful job with fresh baked muffins for breakfast and chicken/rice stuff (I don't know the official name) for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Our little Sofia made her debut at the family gathering Since her RSV hospital trip she has been off limits to these group get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tog ether's&lt;/span&gt;.  She handled it really well and so did her Mom.  Life is getting back to normal and it was so great to have all of us in one place at the same time. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; blessed to have this perfect family around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-8961273262535543041?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8961273262535543041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=8961273262535543041' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/8961273262535543041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/8961273262535543041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/04/savagesmith-conference-weekend.html' title='The &quot;Savage/Smith&quot; Conference Weekend'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mNX4u5f9I/AAAAAAAAACA/pTq8KvvTTY4/s72-c/Picture+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-7309210665832369492</id><published>2008-04-06T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:51:58.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mJz4u5f8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/gTEfNl2auk8/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186327970389262274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mJz4u5f8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/gTEfNl2auk8/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikey's official birthday is April 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; but we celebrated on Saturday.  All the cousins had a great time running through the house, tearing out all the toys and eating cake.  We had so much fun!  There was one tense moment when Natalie blew out most the candles before Mikey got a chance. Carrie saved the day with the lighter, we sang again and put a smile back on his face.  Mikey is nine years old this year and our little miracle boy. He is four years out on being cancer free.  He loves all sports, plays basketball and baseball and is very passionate about his favorite teams.  He just added the Boston Celtics to the list and had to have them on the cake. Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Deanie&lt;/span&gt; loves you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-7309210665832369492?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7309210665832369492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=7309210665832369492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/7309210665832369492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/7309210665832369492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/04/mikeys-official-birthday-is-april-9-th.html' title=''/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mJz4u5f8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/gTEfNl2auk8/s72-c/Picture+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-2170577730253180431</id><published>2008-04-06T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:38:18.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at all those Grandma's!</title><content type='html'>Mikey with his Grandma's. From left to right we have Gram ( Grandma Becky) Grandma Deanie, Great Grandma Savage, Mikey of course and Grandma Kathy. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mH2ou5f7I/AAAAAAAAABw/Zgo99moL5w4/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186325818610646962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mH2ou5f7I/AAAAAAAAABw/Zgo99moL5w4/s320/Picture+011.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/5493472984627954353-2170577730253180431?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2170577730253180431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=2170577730253180431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2170577730253180431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2170577730253180431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/04/look-at-all-those-grandmas.html' title='Look at all those Grandma&apos;s!'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mH2ou5f7I/AAAAAAAAABw/Zgo99moL5w4/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-5327056670121269948</id><published>2008-04-06T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:31:22.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mHbYu5f6I/AAAAAAAAABo/ynW6CGAZnlM/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186325350459211682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mHbYu5f6I/AAAAAAAAABo/ynW6CGAZnlM/s400/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-5327056670121269948?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5327056670121269948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=5327056670121269948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/5327056670121269948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/5327056670121269948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_6662.html' title=''/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mHbYu5f6I/AAAAAAAAABo/ynW6CGAZnlM/s72-c/Picture+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-2028177286030761212</id><published>2008-04-06T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:28:52.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mikey!!</title><content type='html'>Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deanie&lt;/span&gt; and Mikey on his special day&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mFFYu5f5I/AAAAAAAAABg/uBA90OBxbNs/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186322773478834066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mFFYu5f5I/AAAAAAAAABg/uBA90OBxbNs/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-2028177286030761212?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2028177286030761212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=2028177286030761212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2028177286030761212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2028177286030761212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-mikey.html' title='Happy Birthday Mikey!!'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mFFYu5f5I/AAAAAAAAABg/uBA90OBxbNs/s72-c/Picture+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-9043322735900560274</id><published>2008-04-06T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:17:42.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David, DeAnne, Yvonne, Doni and Doug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mDq4u5f4I/AAAAAAAAABU/n4c6HAWLtMM/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186321218700672898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mDq4u5f4I/AAAAAAAAABU/n4c6HAWLtMM/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-9043322735900560274?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/9043322735900560274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=9043322735900560274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/9043322735900560274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/9043322735900560274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_06.html' title='David, DeAnne, Yvonne, Doni and Doug'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mDq4u5f4I/AAAAAAAAABU/n4c6HAWLtMM/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-2837162251723822351</id><published>2008-04-06T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:13:22.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Little" Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mBR4u5f3I/AAAAAAAAABM/UoDRsSJMCqA/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186318590180687730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mBR4u5f3I/AAAAAAAAABM/UoDRsSJMCqA/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At 4"10" Yvonne is really my little sister, and when we tell anyone that, they look twice but do not dare say a word about it!  We celebrated her 70&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday this week with kids, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;, sisters, friends and a big birthday cake.  I like getting my picture taken next to her because I look tall, and that is hard to do with anybody else. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; look as tall as Susie and I think she has me by a couple of inches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-2837162251723822351?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2837162251723822351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=2837162251723822351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2837162251723822351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2837162251723822351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-little-sister.html' title='My &quot;Little&quot; Sister'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R_mBR4u5f3I/AAAAAAAAABM/UoDRsSJMCqA/s72-c/Picture+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-485438712482460119</id><published>2008-03-23T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:40:28.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R-cThou5f1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/C6pvQQJr0o8/s1600-h/S5000812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181131364903780178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R-cThou5f1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/C6pvQQJr0o8/s400/S5000812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easter morning just before we head out to church, Logan and Natalie have eaten only part of the chocolate bunnies at this point but the will have a better chance to finish them off later in the afternoon. It makes for a well balanced diet and VERY happy kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-485438712482460119?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/485438712482460119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=485438712482460119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/485438712482460119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/485438712482460119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-morning-just-before-we-head-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R-cThou5f1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/C6pvQQJr0o8/s72-c/S5000812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-4705304385784064680</id><published>2008-03-23T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:33:41.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R-cS7Iu5f0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/t4OutGvkpBQ/s1600-h/S5000802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181130703478816578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R-cS7Iu5f0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/t4OutGvkpBQ/s200/S5000802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-4705304385784064680?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/4705304385784064680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=4705304385784064680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4705304385784064680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/4705304385784064680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R-cS7Iu5f0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/t4OutGvkpBQ/s72-c/S5000802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-2703948647464348271</id><published>2008-03-23T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:30:42.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R-cQQIu5fzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bYOmtfWqfgA/s1600-h/S5000793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181127765721186098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R-cQQIu5fzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bYOmtfWqfgA/s320/S5000793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deanie&lt;/span&gt; spent Easter weekend with the "Brigham City Savage's.  Natalie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; her lips to be very pretty and spends a lot  of time with the lip gloss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nate and Hillary took off to the big city for their wedding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; while I had a great time with Logan and Natalie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-2703948647464348271?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2703948647464348271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=2703948647464348271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2703948647464348271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/2703948647464348271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/03/grandma-deanie-spent-easter-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/R-cQQIu5fzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bYOmtfWqfgA/s72-c/S5000793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5493472984627954353.post-3111441123464230284</id><published>2008-03-16T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:22:25.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have arrived!</title><content type='html'>Well, with the help of my sweet kids (Chuck and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt;) I have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aly's&lt;/span&gt; birthday was March 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and with new baby, Chuck out of town and no visitors allowed, she had a very quiet day. So we had a small celebration today. Chuck decided that I should have a blog and so we have spent the last three hours putting it together. I am sure it will take me awhile to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;become&lt;/span&gt; as accomplished as some of the other ones I have read, but hey...I am new at this.&lt;br /&gt;This will give me a reason to take more pictures, of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt; of course and maybe an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; one of Tucker, my cat who keeps me entertained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5493472984627954353-3111441123464230284?l=deaniediaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/feeds/3111441123464230284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5493472984627954353&amp;postID=3111441123464230284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/3111441123464230284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5493472984627954353/posts/default/3111441123464230284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deaniediaries.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-arrived.html' title='I have arrived!'/><author><name>Deanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11301725927883008689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mccKmz4oSjo/SHLzndwoJDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fUEoeRjQN4Y/S220/IMG_5595.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
