<?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-6519437947706768273</id><updated>2012-02-18T11:54:51.514-08:00</updated><category term='Chocolate'/><category term='Pies'/><category term='Drinks'/><category term='Stews'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Isabel'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Breakfast'/><category term='Desserts'/><category term='Pasta'/><category term='Curt'/><category term='Salads'/><category term='Soups'/><category term='Amelia'/><category term='Condiments'/><category term='Cakes'/><category term='Jam'/><category term='Eva'/><category term='Sandwiches'/><category term='Main Dishes'/><category term='Side Dishes'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='Fruit'/><category term='Ice Cream'/><category term='Cupcakes'/><category term='Vegetables'/><category term='Cookies'/><category term='Canning'/><category term='Breads'/><category term='Candy'/><title type='text'>Pink Overload</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-5029558119738110638</id><published>2012-02-18T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T09:23:18.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabel'/><title type='text'>Amelia's Conversation of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the dinner table&amp;nbsp;on Thursday evening:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amelia, looking at Isabel's food:&lt;/strong&gt; "That's nasty Isabel."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isabel:&lt;/strong&gt; "What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amelia:&lt;/strong&gt; "Your food sounds nasty."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isabel:&lt;/strong&gt; "You mean it looks nasty?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amelia:&lt;/strong&gt; "Eat it Isabel, it will help you breathe underwater!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-5029558119738110638?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/5029558119738110638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=5029558119738110638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5029558119738110638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5029558119738110638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/amelias-conversation-of-day.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Conversation of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-7440986690688740319</id><published>2012-02-17T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T06:10:43.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Main Dishes'/><title type='text'>Recipe: Simple Stuffed Peppers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZFMM4HTRQE/TytceEjaApI/AAAAAAAAF7E/qRzv-GrAIgg/s1600/Stuffed+Peppers+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZFMM4HTRQE/TytceEjaApI/AAAAAAAAF7E/qRzv-GrAIgg/s1600/Stuffed+Peppers+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take a picture of the cooked ones, so this is raw and probably nicer to look at than the cooked ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another co-op inspired meal (you're going to get sick of hearing that!). I found myself with a lot of peppers as well as onions and needed to do something with them. I also keep garlic, olive oil and rice on hand at all times. Ground beef is hit or miss around here. Sometimes I have&amp;nbsp;it, sometimes I don't. This would probably work really well with mild pork sausage in place of ground beef or even ground turkey. If you need to stretch this further you can add more rice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simple Stuffed Peppers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Serves 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 medium-sized&amp;nbsp;fresh&amp;nbsp;bell peppers (any color is fine)&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons extra virgin&amp;nbsp;olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 large yellow onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;5 cloves of garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 pound ground beef&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of cooked brown rice&lt;br /&gt;sea salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;freshly grated Parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cut the peppers in half, remove any white and the stem (if desired). Arrange in two 9x13 pans.&lt;br /&gt;3. In a large skillet, heat the olive oil over medium heat. Add in the onion and garlic. Cook, stirring occasionally, until onions are soft, about 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add in the ground beef and cook, breaking up into small pieces with a spoon, until thoroughly cooked, about 15 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;5. Turn off the heat and add in the rice. Mix thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;6. Salt and pepper to taste.&lt;br /&gt;7. Fill each pepper half with the meat/rice mixture.&lt;br /&gt;8. Cover each pan with foil and bake for 45 minutes or until peppers are soft.&lt;br /&gt;9. Sprinkle with Parmesan cheese and let cheese melt before serving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-7440986690688740319?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/7440986690688740319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=7440986690688740319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7440986690688740319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7440986690688740319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/recipe-simple-stuffed-peppers.html' title='Recipe: Simple Stuffed Peppers'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZFMM4HTRQE/TytceEjaApI/AAAAAAAAF7E/qRzv-GrAIgg/s72-c/Stuffed+Peppers+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-198614683843556543</id><published>2012-02-16T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T08:16:08.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia and the Great Chocolate Bar Fiasco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TRGcaFIMZ2c/Tz0qy7WAyuI/AAAAAAAAF-U/j-3UD-1arm4/s1600/Mother's+Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TRGcaFIMZ2c/Tz0qy7WAyuI/AAAAAAAAF-U/j-3UD-1arm4/s1600/Mother's+Day.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another selection from my continuing series&amp;nbsp;entitled&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Life With&amp;nbsp;A Three-Year-Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day last week Amelia asked me if she could have some chocolate. I said no. She was not happy. She threw a complete fit, crying and begging me for chocolate. I put her in her room and told her to stay there until she was done with her fit. She wouldn't stay in her room. So I went into my room and locked the door. I tried to concentrate on a movie on my Kindle Fire, which Amelia calls a &lt;em&gt;Ken Doll Fire&lt;/em&gt;. She spent the next several minutes beating on my door, crying and begging me for chocolate. I was strong, I didn't give in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then silence, nothing. I thought I'd enjoy my movie until she came back in a better mood. A few minutes later I heard a little knock on the door. "Mommy, I'm better now!" she said. I opened the door. She looked very happy. "I ate one of Isabel's chocolate bars under the piano!" Then I noticed the slight ring of chocolate around her mouth. Isabel has been selling chocolate bars for her Orchestra trip. I asked&amp;nbsp;Amelia where she got the chocolate. She said from Isabel's box on the counter. Great.&amp;nbsp;I asked her how many bars she ate. "I don't know, there's only one left!" she told me. Great. I told her to bring the chocolate wrappers to me. She did. Luckily, there was only one. I put $1.00 in Isabel's box to pay for the stolen chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I got into my purse to get a baby wipe, and noticed that the wipe box was covered in chocolate which looked like smeared poo. Great. At least Amelia tried to clean up after herself. I tried to wipe all of the chocolate off of the wipe box, which has a fabric cover and isn't washable. There are still chocolate stains on it. Hopefully no one will think it's poo. I bet they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel took the rest of the chocolate to her room later that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what Amelia will do next time she wants chocolate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-198614683843556543?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/198614683843556543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=198614683843556543&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/198614683843556543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/198614683843556543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/amelia-and-great-chocolate-bar-fiasco.html' title='Amelia and the Great Chocolate Bar Fiasco'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TRGcaFIMZ2c/Tz0qy7WAyuI/AAAAAAAAF-U/j-3UD-1arm4/s72-c/Mother&apos;s+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-8605301750602256134</id><published>2012-02-15T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T16:07:21.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Spring?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weather here has been so strange the last several months. A cooler than normal summer. I don't know that we hit 110 even once last summer, which is very unusual. A warmer than normal fall and winter. I don't think&amp;nbsp;that we&amp;nbsp;ever really&amp;nbsp;had a winter. I kept waiting for it to get &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt;. It does get cold here, but it just didn't happen. We've been in the 60's most of the winter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over the last several days I noticed that&amp;nbsp;the trees are already budding and some are starting to bloom, like our neighbor's tree:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iim7vTNzXj0/TzxG0qI5K6I/AAAAAAAAF90/AaTSbHy8sIs/s1600/Spring+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iim7vTNzXj0/TzxG0qI5K6I/AAAAAAAAF90/AaTSbHy8sIs/s1600/Spring+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of our plum trees about to start blooming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9-rQpJaknK8/TzxG4bzYvSI/AAAAAAAAF98/7GT08BGNkfk/s1600/Spring+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9-rQpJaknK8/TzxG4bzYvSI/AAAAAAAAF98/7GT08BGNkfk/s1600/Spring+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today the weather was really strange. I left to drive the girls to school at 7:30 this morning and it was 44 degrees. I left to pick them up at 2:15 and it was 44 degrees. I went outside to take the pictures of the trees without a jacket on just&amp;nbsp;a little while&amp;nbsp;ago&amp;nbsp;and in just a couple of minutes I was freezing. The temperature has probably dropped even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's next I wonder?&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/6519437947706768273-8605301750602256134?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/8605301750602256134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=8605301750602256134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8605301750602256134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8605301750602256134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-spring.html' title='It&apos;s Spring?'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iim7vTNzXj0/TzxG0qI5K6I/AAAAAAAAF90/AaTSbHy8sIs/s72-c/Spring+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-3268695111018174557</id><published>2012-02-14T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T13:04:26.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Is A Big Deal Around Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e0V7Gz3Mnqc/TzqRavD1cwI/AAAAAAAAF8k/4VNcEUaO2d4/s1600/Valentines+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e0V7Gz3Mnqc/TzqRavD1cwI/AAAAAAAAF8k/4VNcEUaO2d4/s1600/Valentines+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Curt went to the store late last night after he got off of work and set this up on the table for us to find in the morning. He does that every year. Eva and I had a sneak peek because she had a croup attack last night (those dang allergies!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girls were really excited this morning. I had a hard time getting Eva to eat breakfast and get ready for school on time. She has a party today at school and has been looking forward to it for days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel decided to save her chocolate for later. Wise choice. She'll probably end up with a bag full at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amelia promptly ate a Lindt Truffle&amp;nbsp;and asked "Why are they so fat?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pWFIUOnd1JQ/TzqRgIOP3VI/AAAAAAAAF8s/KeAJjg277G0/s1600/Valentines+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pWFIUOnd1JQ/TzqRgIOP3VI/AAAAAAAAF8s/KeAJjg277G0/s1600/Valentines+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlP59S0-oKY/TzqRkFxJ4pI/AAAAAAAAF80/shXpKoruMfE/s1600/Valentines+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlP59S0-oKY/TzqRkFxJ4pI/AAAAAAAAF80/shXpKoruMfE/s1600/Valentines+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq3ut2DC8F8/TzqRn-WZBaI/AAAAAAAAF88/ph7C7wuCorI/s1600/Valentines+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zq3ut2DC8F8/TzqRn-WZBaI/AAAAAAAAF88/ph7C7wuCorI/s1600/Valentines+4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0qHkW9eAaA/TzqRsRM_2YI/AAAAAAAAF9E/sKP8LpXBJiU/s1600/Valentines+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N0qHkW9eAaA/TzqRsRM_2YI/AAAAAAAAF9E/sKP8LpXBJiU/s1600/Valentines+5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Curt's own stash of goodies which will go in&amp;nbsp;a designated drawer in his dresser just for chocolate and other goodies, mainly chocolate though. It's a&amp;nbsp;big drawer. We can't even begin to fill it, but we try. He's almost out of chocolate from his birthday. He used to&amp;nbsp;have a small drawer in his&amp;nbsp;nightstand&amp;nbsp;set aside&amp;nbsp;for chocolate, but he upgraded at Christmas. The other drawer just wasn't big enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RraQrWW5_HM/TzqT1KVF6XI/AAAAAAAAF9U/23qblsV9NRQ/s1600/Valentines+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RraQrWW5_HM/TzqT1KVF6XI/AAAAAAAAF9U/23qblsV9NRQ/s1600/Valentines+7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jWLwPypGU8I/TzqRvAjQ0YI/AAAAAAAAF9M/6Y5zVziB8j0/s1600/Valentines+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jWLwPypGU8I/TzqRvAjQ0YI/AAAAAAAAF9M/6Y5zVziB8j0/s1600/Valentines+6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We usually all go out to eat for Valentine's Day, but Curt has to work really late. Bummer. Maybe next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-3268695111018174557?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/3268695111018174557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=3268695111018174557&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/3268695111018174557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/3268695111018174557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Is A Big Deal Around Here'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e0V7Gz3Mnqc/TzqRavD1cwI/AAAAAAAAF8k/4VNcEUaO2d4/s72-c/Valentines+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-872462597202451921</id><published>2012-02-13T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T08:24:53.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia's Ballet Career Has Ended</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OoWBPRZbmuk/TzmWq9OMKzI/AAAAAAAAF8U/l_oTT-sPEoU/s1600/Ballet+Chair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OoWBPRZbmuk/TzmWq9OMKzI/AAAAAAAAF8U/l_oTT-sPEoU/s1600/Ballet+Chair.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been building over the last three weeks. Three weeks ago she refused to wear the costume that they provided and dance the last 15 minutes of class, so we left early. She's done this before, she's very picky with her costumes, so I thought that things would be back to normal last week. Last week she liked the costume, but slipped on the skirt, fell down and hurt her knee. That was the end of that, so we left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought today would be fine.&amp;nbsp;The theme was "Fancy Nancy". I knew they'd have a sparkly dress she would love. This morning she kept saying she didn't want to go, but she likes to be contrary, so I just ignored it. She was fine with getting dressed in her leotard and tights. I thought everything would be fine once she got there. I was so wrong! About 15 minutes into class she wanted to take her hairband out and was whining and pulling at it. I took it out so that she wouldn't rip it out. Then she started acting up and refusing to do what her teacher asked, which is unlike her. Then she started crying and said she wanted to leave. She came out of the&amp;nbsp;studio and I took her into the bathroom and talked to her. I told her that she needed to go back into class and finish for the day.&amp;nbsp;I thought she was going to go back into class. Once we left the bathroom she refused to go back into the class. She stomped her little foot and said, "NO!"&amp;nbsp;I told her that if she didn't go back in and finish the class, that she was done taking ballet lessons. She was fine with that, so we left. She was perfectly&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt; to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to waste my time and money&amp;nbsp;taking her there if she isn't going to participate and doesn't want to be there. Unfortunately she has a month left in the semester, and it's too late to get our money back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing for me is seeing her go from loving it to hating it, especially when she seems to have a natural talent for it. I thought it would be something she would really enjoy and do for years. Maybe when she's older (and more mature)&amp;nbsp;we can try again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last six months shes been going through a phase, otherwise known as the &lt;em&gt;Trying Threes&lt;/em&gt;. My other two had a harder time at age three than at any other age, even more than&amp;nbsp;age&amp;nbsp;two, so it's probably just the same thing, but I want to rip my hair out &lt;strike&gt;some days&lt;/strike&gt; every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home she could tell that I was upset with her, so she asked me what was wrong. I told her and then she said, "Go ahead and cry about it!" Lovely. I wonder where she comes up with this stuff. I thought Isabel was a handful at age three, but I'm starting to think that Amelia is even worse. Or maybe it's just that it's been&amp;nbsp;eleven years since Isabel&amp;nbsp;acted up on a daily basis, so I don't remember it as clearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy her, but some days she makes it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;soooooooooo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hard. I think I'll go scream into my pillow now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-872462597202451921?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/872462597202451921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=872462597202451921&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/872462597202451921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/872462597202451921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/amelias-ballet-career-has-ended-at.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Ballet Career Has Ended'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OoWBPRZbmuk/TzmWq9OMKzI/AAAAAAAAF8U/l_oTT-sPEoU/s72-c/Ballet+Chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-451007307089143041</id><published>2012-02-11T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T17:52:30.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today: The Dejunking Saga Continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend we started going through our house and dejunking. Today we continued the dejunking. It feels so good to simplify. It's amazing how empty our house was when we moved in almost nine years ago, and now it's full to the brim. We have way&amp;nbsp;too many things.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dejunked and cleaned Amelia's room. I took out a black garbage bag full of things to donate, and a smaller bag of trash. It looks &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; much better. She had way too many things before and now I think it's manageable for a 3-year-old to pick it up every day with my help. I should have taken before and after pictures.&amp;nbsp;It was a&amp;nbsp;shocker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Curt spent the day going through things in our office. We still have a long way to go but it's coming along. He posted some things on Craigslist. Hopefully they sell quickly. I hate having useless items sitting around taking up space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned our bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a ton of laundry (I'm still working on it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vacuumed the entire house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a batch of homemade hand soap (recipe to come).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I helped Eva with her school project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eva and Isabel spent the morning playing dinosaurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isabel cleaned the other upstairs bathroom and her room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eva cleaned the downstairs bathroom and&amp;nbsp;her room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amelia played and played and played. And she ate some chocolate chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia helped&amp;nbsp;to vaccum for the first time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;em&gt;Uptown Downstairs Abbey&lt;/em&gt; again. I can't get enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We opened up the windows and doors for the first time in months. Spring is coming. The trees are budding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm making dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later I have to fold a&amp;nbsp;mountain of laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not an exciting, fun day but it's great to get things done! &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;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/6519437947706768273-451007307089143041?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/451007307089143041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=451007307089143041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/451007307089143041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/451007307089143041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/today.html' title='Today: The Dejunking Saga Continues...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-7642297945347385785</id><published>2012-02-10T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T17:42:21.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch These &amp; Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you love Downton Abbey as much as I do, you have to watch these. Hilarious!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dr2mPChkTK8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hpdA5Vutnwo" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-7642297945347385785?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/7642297945347385785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=7642297945347385785&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7642297945347385785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7642297945347385785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/youve-got-to-watch-these.html' title='Watch These &amp; Laugh'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Dr2mPChkTK8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-8722952563315512291</id><published>2012-02-10T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T06:43:31.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Year Blog Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is the&amp;nbsp;four year anniversary of my blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago Curt had just had his 37th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 33.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel was 10 and was in 4th grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva was 4 and hadn't started school yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 5 months pregnant with Amelia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lived in the same house as we do now, but it didn't have a loft or a fourth bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt worked for a different company, but did the same job that he does now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How quickly things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the next 4 years will bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6519437947706768273-8722952563315512291?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/8722952563315512291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=8722952563315512291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8722952563315512291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8722952563315512291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/four-year-blog-anniversary.html' title='Four Year Blog Anniversary'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-913321782689411173</id><published>2012-02-09T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T06:36:41.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fruit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salads'/><title type='text'>Recipe: Tropical Fruit Salad with Vanilla &amp; Mint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Kqc-RGvTPw/TybJh9F5ZzI/AAAAAAAAF50/LnMJlOG9O-A/s1600/Fruit+Salad+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Kqc-RGvTPw/TybJh9F5ZzI/AAAAAAAAF50/LnMJlOG9O-A/s1600/Fruit+Salad+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This salad takes a little preparation time but the results are worth it. It's&amp;nbsp;brings a little bit of summer into your home. This is another&amp;nbsp;recipe that came straight from my co-op order last week. Sometimes they offer&amp;nbsp;a "tropical fruit pack" that you can purchase separately from the regular fruit and&amp;nbsp;vegetable basket. And it included two vanilla beans! Vanilla beans are expensive so I rarely buy them. I love the way they smell. Heavenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tropical Fruit Salad with Vanilla &amp;amp; Mint&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(serves 6)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1 fresh pineapple, peeled, cored and cut into bite size chunks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1 fresh mango, peeled, cored and cut into bite size pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5 fresh kiwis, peeled, cut in half and sliced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2 tablespoons raw honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2 tablespoons fresh mint leaves, finely chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;seeds from one vanilla bean pod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Combine all ingredients into a medium bowl and let sit in the fridge (covered)&amp;nbsp;for an hour before serving to let the flavors blend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-913321782689411173?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/913321782689411173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=913321782689411173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/913321782689411173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/913321782689411173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/recipe-tropical-fruit-salad-with.html' title='Recipe: Tropical Fruit Salad with Vanilla &amp; Mint'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Kqc-RGvTPw/TybJh9F5ZzI/AAAAAAAAF50/LnMJlOG9O-A/s72-c/Fruit+Salad+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-3022304511217971020</id><published>2012-02-08T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T06:03:00.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Batter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amelia helped me make Curt's birthday cake, so of course she got to help lick the utensils (I licked the bowl!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5zljqu2fH0/Ty62WF3MNiI/AAAAAAAAF7c/01WjN1AgxjE/s1600/Cake+Batter+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5zljqu2fH0/Ty62WF3MNiI/AAAAAAAAF7c/01WjN1AgxjE/s1600/Cake+Batter+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o56atfbLGek/Ty62aMPsaDI/AAAAAAAAF7k/fLaCnOUA6MA/s1600/Cake+Batter+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o56atfbLGek/Ty62aMPsaDI/AAAAAAAAF7k/fLaCnOUA6MA/s1600/Cake+Batter+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7YTM1GXWz3I/Ty62eTQfRhI/AAAAAAAAF7s/wo6oVu2l-io/s1600/Cake+Batter+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7YTM1GXWz3I/Ty62eTQfRhI/AAAAAAAAF7s/wo6oVu2l-io/s1600/Cake+Batter+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-3022304511217971020?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/3022304511217971020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=3022304511217971020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/3022304511217971020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/3022304511217971020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/cake-batter.html' title='Cake Batter'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5zljqu2fH0/Ty62WF3MNiI/AAAAAAAAF7c/01WjN1AgxjE/s72-c/Cake+Batter+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-2021603563113740821</id><published>2012-02-07T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T06:05:00.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel and Eva love to draw faces on things, especially Isabel. I never know when I'm going to open the fridge or look in the fruit bowl and see one of their creations. Here are a few of the latest ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eva left this balloon in my bag.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZdJdqFkeqk/Ty63AXtUZ2I/AAAAAAAAF70/Q-xnwy9x1pU/s1600/Faces+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZdJdqFkeqk/Ty63AXtUZ2I/AAAAAAAAF70/Q-xnwy9x1pU/s1600/Faces+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel's creation in the nut bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kwp_lmewq3Y/Ty63E5Fxk5I/AAAAAAAAF78/tzJrjEukW0g/s1600/Faces+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kwp_lmewq3Y/Ty63E5Fxk5I/AAAAAAAAF78/tzJrjEukW0g/s1600/Faces+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the windowsill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPd-rzwng9I/Ty63ICnW-MI/AAAAAAAAF8E/FhXx_LLV4h8/s1600/Faces+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rPd-rzwng9I/Ty63ICnW-MI/AAAAAAAAF8E/FhXx_LLV4h8/s1600/Faces+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baldwin the coconut in the fridge. Isabel wasn't happy that we took a hammer to his head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M1HcDgN_0v8/Ty63MqByY5I/AAAAAAAAF8M/8GxYsa6F0pQ/s1600/Faces+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M1HcDgN_0v8/Ty63MqByY5I/AAAAAAAAF8M/8GxYsa6F0pQ/s1600/Faces+4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love their creativity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-2021603563113740821?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/2021603563113740821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=2021603563113740821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2021603563113740821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2021603563113740821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/faces.html' title='Faces'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DZdJdqFkeqk/Ty63AXtUZ2I/AAAAAAAAF70/Q-xnwy9x1pU/s72-c/Faces+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-187904911798135275</id><published>2012-02-06T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T06:12:48.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming Independent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z35mEOSDbxY/TywCM9TnUOI/AAAAAAAAF7U/Ms5dSZEeFhQ/s1600/Independance+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z35mEOSDbxY/TywCM9TnUOI/AAAAAAAAF7U/Ms5dSZEeFhQ/s1600/Independance+.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amelia will be 4 in May, and she's becoming&amp;nbsp;more and more&amp;nbsp;independent every day (I wasn't trying to rhyme), which can be a good and a bad thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her latest&amp;nbsp;attempt has her making her own bread&amp;nbsp;and butter. The other day she went downstairs and made herself some without my supervision. I came downstairs to find a piece of bread &lt;em&gt;slathered&lt;/em&gt; with butter. She used at least 2 tablespoons of butter. There are&amp;nbsp;little globs&amp;nbsp;of butter in bowl too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I was taking a picture of&amp;nbsp;her bread,&amp;nbsp;Amelia came downstairs and&amp;nbsp;asked me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Did I use too much butter?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes darling, do you want some bread with your butter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately she's been wearing lip gloss every day too. She commandeered some that I had. Then she came down with a cold and kept using it, so there is no way I'm touching it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-187904911798135275?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/187904911798135275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=187904911798135275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/187904911798135275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/187904911798135275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/becoming-independent.html' title='Becoming Independent'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z35mEOSDbxY/TywCM9TnUOI/AAAAAAAAF7U/Ms5dSZEeFhQ/s72-c/Independance+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-1038862048176375524</id><published>2012-02-05T09:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T09:02:18.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><title type='text'>Amelia's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&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;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Do you have to wear clothes at Disneyland Mom?"&lt;/span&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;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/6519437947706768273-1038862048176375524?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/1038862048176375524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=1038862048176375524&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/1038862048176375524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/1038862048176375524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/amelias-quote-of-day_05.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-7694582786059757463</id><published>2012-02-04T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T08:01:15.609-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curt'/><title type='text'>Curt's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night we took Curt out to eat at a buffet for his birthday. Isabel was lamenting the fact that she can't "stuff herself like she used to". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Curt's words of wisdom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"You just have to power through the pain."&lt;/span&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;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/6519437947706768273-7694582786059757463?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/7694582786059757463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=7694582786059757463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7694582786059757463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7694582786059757463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/curts-quote-of-day.html' title='Curt&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-2826369580258894731</id><published>2012-02-03T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T09:20:18.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desserts'/><title type='text'>Recipe: Chocolate Malt Cake with Chocolate Ganache Icing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oojt3eBi2wM/Tytdr8_-l-I/AAAAAAAAF7M/At89DdlzWbs/s1600/Chocolate+Cake+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oojt3eBi2wM/Tytdr8_-l-I/AAAAAAAAF7M/At89DdlzWbs/s1600/Chocolate+Cake+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not healthy. It's evil and delicious. If you're going to have dessert, have&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dessert&amp;nbsp;in all it's&amp;nbsp;lovely yumminess. I'm not into the whole low fat and sugar free craze. It's a waste of a perfectly good dessert! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&amp;nbsp;recipe&amp;nbsp;is from the February 2012&amp;nbsp;issue of&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Better Homes and Gardens&lt;/em&gt; magazine. I thought it would be perfect for Curt's birthday. He loves chocolate, malted milk balls and malt flavoring. A perfect combination. However, I did find some recipe&amp;nbsp;mistakes&amp;nbsp;while&amp;nbsp;making the&amp;nbsp;cake, so I'm correcting those. And, I changed the recipe to suite my tastes - richer chocolate cake, more malted milk balls and thicker frosting with more malt flavor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Malt Cake with Chocolate Ganache Icing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the cake:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ounces unsweetened&amp;nbsp;chocolate (I used Bakers)&lt;br /&gt;2 cups unbleached all purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Hershey's Special Dark cocoa powder&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups whole milk&lt;br /&gt;2 cups malted milk balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;2. Butter and flour two 9-inch round cake pans.&lt;br /&gt;3. Melt the unsweetened chocolate and set aside to cool.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sift together the flour, cocoa, baking powder, baking soda, and salt into a small bowl. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;5. In a mixer, combine the butter and sugar. Mix on medium until well combined.&lt;br /&gt;6. Add in the eggs and mix until combined.. &lt;br /&gt;7. Add in the melted, cooled chocolate and vanilla and&amp;nbsp;mix until combined.&lt;br /&gt;8. Alternate the flour mixture with the milk until the batter is thoroughly combined.&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp;Stir in the malted milk balls by hand.&lt;br /&gt;10. Pour into the prepared pans and bake for 25-30 minutes until a toothpick inserted comes out clean.* &lt;br /&gt;11. Cool in pans on a wire rack for 10 minutes and then flip the cakes out onto the wire rack and cook completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*While the cake is baking, make the ganache icing:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup heavy whipping cream&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup malt powder&lt;br /&gt;1 11.5 ounce bag of milk or semi-sweet chocolate chips (I used Ghirardelli )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pour the chocolate chips into a small bowl.&lt;br /&gt;2. In a microwave safe bowl, whisk the malt powder into the cream.&lt;br /&gt;3. Heat on high until the cream is hot, about 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pour the cream over the chocolate chips and let it sit for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Stir the chocolate and cream together until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;6. Let the ganache completely&amp;nbsp;cool and thicken before frosting the cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only eat if you are willing to gain 1 pound with each forkful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-2826369580258894731?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/2826369580258894731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=2826369580258894731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2826369580258894731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2826369580258894731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/recipe-chocolate-malt-cake-with.html' title='Recipe: Chocolate Malt Cake with Chocolate Ganache Icing'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oojt3eBi2wM/Tytdr8_-l-I/AAAAAAAAF7M/At89DdlzWbs/s72-c/Chocolate+Cake+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-4590524459178308570</id><published>2012-02-02T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T09:25:06.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>41</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyujhsNEH_c/TyswT9CnbEI/AAAAAAAAF6k/D15GZio5-no/s1600/Curt's+Birthday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyujhsNEH_c/TyswT9CnbEI/AAAAAAAAF6k/D15GZio5-no/s1600/Curt's+Birthday.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only is it Groundhog Day today, but it's Curt's 41st birthday! I don't know that he's excited about being 41, but birthday parties with presents are always nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school the girls were anxiously waiting for Curt to come home from work so that we could have his party. They kept looking out the windows and every time they heard a car they were excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UCLA8yrKCFI/TyswYNq7hzI/AAAAAAAAF6s/leT2L0t5qV0/s1600/Curt's+Birthday+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UCLA8yrKCFI/TyswYNq7hzI/AAAAAAAAF6s/leT2L0t5qV0/s1600/Curt's+Birthday+2.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I gave him an air compressor. Super romantic, don't you think? I gave him some other things too but that was the big deal. I ordered it online and it was so heavy that&amp;nbsp;I could barely get it into the house when UPS dropped it off. So I had to roll it end to end&amp;nbsp;through the front door. I covered it with a blanket and put a sign on it that said, "DO NOT TOUCH". There was no way I was going to try to wrap it! He was surprised. He's been wanting one for a long time, to air up tires, to use with a nail gun, etc. He's planning on re-doing the crown molding in our house soon, so&amp;nbsp;it will come in handy. Unfortunately I didn't realize that it needs an accessories kit, so he can't use it until we buy one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TL_0NsGqLyY/Tyswb30RLjI/AAAAAAAAF60/R9bUlMKtFbM/s1600/Curt's+Birthday+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TL_0NsGqLyY/Tyswb30RLjI/AAAAAAAAF60/R9bUlMKtFbM/s1600/Curt's+Birthday+3.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the little party was over Eva decided to use the wrapping paper to create a big stomach and bum for herself. So creative, and crunchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqANnhl43Bs/TyswgHyNcwI/AAAAAAAAF68/WjUHo2OVXYc/s1600/Curt's+Birthday+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqANnhl43Bs/TyswgHyNcwI/AAAAAAAAF68/WjUHo2OVXYc/s1600/Curt's+Birthday+4.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were going to take Curt out to eat, but he's really tired because he had to get up about 3:15 a.m. this morning to go to work. So we are taking him out tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight we're ordering pizza and watching a movie. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-4590524459178308570?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/4590524459178308570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=4590524459178308570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/4590524459178308570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/4590524459178308570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/41.html' title='41'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tyujhsNEH_c/TyswT9CnbEI/AAAAAAAAF6k/D15GZio5-no/s72-c/Curt&apos;s+Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-8984094227961026892</id><published>2012-02-02T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T11:47:53.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><title type='text'>Amelia's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Tuesday night during dinner Amelia decided to amuse us with several of her crazy stories. My favorite one started with...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"When I was a chicken..."&lt;/span&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;She was also a ghost and a "small piece of pasta". &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;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/6519437947706768273-8984094227961026892?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/8984094227961026892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=8984094227961026892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8984094227961026892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8984094227961026892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/amelias-quote-of-day.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-298401107560352259</id><published>2012-02-01T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T09:57:51.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Gardening Costs Versus Buying Produce - Something To Think About</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1NdHEIoiXo/TyloouQeVMI/AAAAAAAAF58/k9V6CkvBFqA/s1600/Garden+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1NdHEIoiXo/TyloouQeVMI/AAAAAAAAF58/k9V6CkvBFqA/s1600/Garden+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(My&amp;nbsp;destroyed garden. Courtesy of the dinosaurs. My lavender is a live and well as usual!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This topic has been on my mind for a long time, years in fact, but it's just been recently that I've really, truly thought it out. There are a lot of factors to consider. Of course if I still lived in Indiana (where I'm from) then it would be a no brainer. There you can plant seeds, fertilize a little, it will rain and the seeds will grow and you'll have way more produce than you ever asked for! Not so in the desert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the almost 14 years that we've lived in the desert, I've only had one successful garden. We lived in Arizona at the time, and I planted several tomato plants in a raised&amp;nbsp;bed in almost complete shade under a huge tree. In the summer the monsoon rains&amp;nbsp;watered it.&amp;nbsp;Those plants produced for 11 months straight before dying.&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;climate&amp;nbsp;in Arizona&amp;nbsp;is almost exactly the same as where we live now in Nevada. The exceptions&amp;nbsp;are that it&amp;nbsp;is slightly cooler (by a few degrees)&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;has monsoon rains. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've planted at least&amp;nbsp;7 gardens since then, and they've all been complete and utter failures, no matter what I've done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;don't consider myself a novice gardener. I grew up gardening with my mother so I know how it's done. I've read lots of books about desert gardening and researched it online. I've contacted seed companies about the best&amp;nbsp;varieties of vegetables to plan in the desert. I've consulted with "experts" in the field of&amp;nbsp;gardening in the desert.&amp;nbsp; I've bought the best soil available, tested the soil, made adjustments with fertilizer, used compost tea, hand watered every day, provided shade during the summer and have gotten almost&amp;nbsp;nothing from all my work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In the desert there are several factors that you have to take into account:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cost of soil and fertilizer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You can't just plant seeds or plants in the ground and have them grow. The ground here will support trees and shrubs, etc. with the proper fertilization,&amp;nbsp;but not vegetable plants. The natural soil here is rocky and full of caliche, which is extremely hard, and has little nutrients. Buying soil here is extremely expensive. Last year I spent $45.00 on soil for just one garden box. I have 4 boxes. So that would add up to $180.00 per year just for soil. Enough soil is lost every year that it has to be replaced every year.&amp;nbsp;Also&amp;nbsp;add in&amp;nbsp;the cost of fertilizer, which I spend about&amp;nbsp;$20.00 a year on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cost of seeds and plants.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Seeds are relatively cheap, but plants are not. Most plants&amp;nbsp;here are around $2.00 per plant or more. It depends on what you buy.&amp;nbsp;On average I'd say I'd buy 30 plants per year, so that's $60.00 a year in plants.&amp;nbsp;I've found that planting seeds directly in the soil here doesn't work very well (except for root vegetables and lettuce). You really need to start seeds indoors or buy plants. I've tried starting seeds indoors with a kit and had no luck. So I usually end up buying plants, which either die or don't produce very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; The heat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; During the hottest months (June, July, August, September) certain plants will stop producing because of the heat. This is especially true for plants like tomatoes which can't handle the extreme heat. Even with&amp;nbsp;manufactured shade I've seen no improvement in produce amounts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cost of water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If I plant and water a garden, our water bill goes up significantly. During the summer months the amount of water that we use more than doubles if we water a garden. We do water our trees and grass more in the warm months, but they don't need as much water as a garden which needs daily watering to keep alive. I'd say our bill goes up at least $50.00 each month in the warm months (April - September), and probably $20.00 (at least)&amp;nbsp;is from the garden each month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The drought aspect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; We live in an area that has been in a drought for years. We have watering restrictions because of that. Is it fair for us to use water on our garden when it isn't producing a decent amount of&amp;nbsp;vegetables? No, I don't think it is. It's a complete waste of precious water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have to add that most herbs and flowers grow well here. Lavender does especially well as it tolerates high heat and low water. So there are things that I can successfully grow here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So lets add this up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Soil: $180.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Plants: $60.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fertilizer: $20.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Extra Water: $120.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;= $380.00 per year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And what do I end up with? A few little tomatoes, and maybe a few cucumbers and zucchinis if I'm lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My co-op has a big fruit and vegetable basket every week for $15.00. Take your average round laundry basket and the amount of produce that you get&amp;nbsp;fills that basket up to the top at least&amp;nbsp;and sometimes over the top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;$380.00 would buy about 25 produce baskets from my co-op. With every basket we get enough fruit and vegetables to last us at least 1&amp;nbsp;week&amp;nbsp;for our family of 5. Also, we can get other produce extremely cheap through the co-op which supplements that produce baskets. Last Saturday I was able to get a huge box of apples for 59 cents per pound, and a massive bag of carrots for 34 cents per pound. And we have an orchard here where you can pick your own fruits and vegetables at a very reasonable cost. And I also scan the weekly grocery store adds for great deals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So&amp;nbsp;in my experience (and I HATE to say this) &amp;nbsp;the cost of gardening here isn't worth it in relation to what you end up with. Even if my garden produced well, it wouldn't give me even a third of what&amp;nbsp;I can get from my&amp;nbsp;co-op for the same cost.&amp;nbsp;It's a complete waste, especially when you consider all that wasted water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope that one day I can move to a place where I can easily (and cheaply) grow a garden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My first co-op order in May 2010 -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1Urr1qNimE/Tyl6c6zeyXI/AAAAAAAAF6c/hrkf_R8kVkU/s1600/Co-op+Food+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1Urr1qNimE/Tyl6c6zeyXI/AAAAAAAAF6c/hrkf_R8kVkU/s1600/Co-op+Food+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-298401107560352259?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/298401107560352259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=298401107560352259&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/298401107560352259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/298401107560352259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/02/desert-gardening-costs-versus-buying.html' title='Desert Gardening Costs Versus Buying Produce - Something To Think About'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1NdHEIoiXo/TyloouQeVMI/AAAAAAAAF58/k9V6CkvBFqA/s72-c/Garden+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-7682533775276632066</id><published>2012-01-31T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T08:04:53.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eva'/><title type='text'>Eva's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning as we got into the van to leave for school Isabel was going through her daily checklist to make sure that she didn't forget anything. "I.D., check. Viola, check. Lunch, check."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eva's submission:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Unibrow, CHECK!"&lt;/span&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;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/6519437947706768273-7682533775276632066?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/7682533775276632066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=7682533775276632066&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7682533775276632066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7682533775276632066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/evas-quote-of-day_31.html' title='Eva&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-7048967745871675528</id><published>2012-01-30T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T08:35:11.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mBjJEk8SszI/TybFUtLaE9I/AAAAAAAAF5s/I3wolymdohs/s1600/Amelia+Sick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mBjJEk8SszI/TybFUtLaE9I/AAAAAAAAF5s/I3wolymdohs/s1600/Amelia+Sick.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amelia woke up yesterday morning with a cold and&amp;nbsp;croup. Blessedly the croup is very mild. She and I stayed home from church. She had a really hard night last night because her nose is so stuffed up. Unfortunately at this age you can't give them a decongestant. I rubbed Vick's Vapor Rub&amp;nbsp;on her chest and the soles of her feet before bed last night&amp;nbsp;but I don't think it helped much. I've been doing a nasal rinse on her too, which she hates. She woke up even worse today. She's going to miss ballet this morning. :(&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-7048967745871675528?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/7048967745871675528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=7048967745871675528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7048967745871675528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7048967745871675528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/poor-baby.html' title='Poor Baby'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mBjJEk8SszI/TybFUtLaE9I/AAAAAAAAF5s/I3wolymdohs/s72-c/Amelia+Sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-8911044793101050712</id><published>2012-01-28T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T11:46:02.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><title type='text'>Amelia's Conversation of the Day...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, out of the blue,&amp;nbsp;Amelia said to me: "When I was your age, I used to make pizza dough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lead to an entire discussion about when she was "my age". She said she was married (Happily Ever After of course)&amp;nbsp;to a prince that helped her make pizza, shopped at the grocery store, liked to play games and go outside and look at the sky. But then she got younger like Isabel and then turned into a 3-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her where her husband was living now and she said: "In a tree house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if her husband had a job and she said yes. Then I asked her what his job was and she told me: "Playing games." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-year-old imagination running wild!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-8911044793101050712?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/8911044793101050712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=8911044793101050712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8911044793101050712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8911044793101050712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/amelias-conversation-of-day_28.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Conversation of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-4214050206311994607</id><published>2012-01-27T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T06:15:00.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stews'/><title type='text'>Recipe: Golden Potato, Bacon &amp; Spinach Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YDJRqhzlMXk/Txc2LX2H-OI/AAAAAAAAF5E/477HviLJyVE/s1600/Potato+Soup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YDJRqhzlMXk/Txc2LX2H-OI/AAAAAAAAF5E/477HviLJyVE/s1600/Potato+Soup.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to a great&amp;nbsp;co-op (&lt;a href="http://www.bountifulbaskets.org/"&gt;www.bountifulbaskets.org&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;nbsp;that has a pick-up once per week. The main thing&amp;nbsp;I get, and the co-op was founded on,&amp;nbsp;is their fruit and vegetable basket. You get quite a bit for only $15.00. You can upgrade to&amp;nbsp; a 100% organic basket&amp;nbsp;if you want to as well. You can also buy other things like fruit or vegetables in bulk, which are great for canning, as well as breads, olive oil and other goodies. The prices are &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;. Every week there is something different. The weeks when I do order through the co-op I have to make sure that there is room in the fridge because it will be overflowing with vegetables and fruits. And then I have to get creative and come up with ways to use up all those vegetables. The fruits are easy, we&amp;nbsp;usually eat them fresh. The vegetables are a little harder but it forces me to be creative. It's great because we get a lot more vegetables into our diet this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last&amp;nbsp;week&amp;nbsp;had some spinach and celery&amp;nbsp;that I needed to use and the following&amp;nbsp;recipe is what I came up with. I really love it. The beef stock and bacon gives it a rich, satisfying&amp;nbsp;flavor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Golden Potato, Bacon &amp;amp; Spinach Soup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serves 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 pound uncured bacon&lt;br /&gt;1 extra large yellow onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;4 large celery stalks, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;8 medium gold potatoes, skin left on, cut into small pieces&lt;br /&gt;8 cups of beef stock&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces&amp;nbsp;of fresh spinach, washed well, stems trimmed, roughly chopped&lt;br /&gt;unrefined sea salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;freshly ground pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In a large pan over medium heat, cook the bacon until crispy, about 10 minutes. Remove the bacon, keeping the fat in the pan.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add in the onion and celery. Cook over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until very soft, about 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chop the cooled bacon and add it back into the pan.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add in the chopped potatoes and beef&amp;nbsp;stock.&lt;br /&gt;5. Bring to a boil and cook over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until the potatoes are soft, about 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Add in the spinach and cook for&amp;nbsp;2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;7. Remove the soup from the heat and salt and pepper to taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-4214050206311994607?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/4214050206311994607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=4214050206311994607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/4214050206311994607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/4214050206311994607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/recipe-golden-potato-bacon-spinach-soup.html' title='Recipe: Golden Potato, Bacon &amp; Spinach Soup'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YDJRqhzlMXk/Txc2LX2H-OI/AAAAAAAAF5E/477HviLJyVE/s72-c/Potato+Soup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-864124483378264351</id><published>2012-01-26T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T07:22:29.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings Around Here (a.k.a. A Lot Of Whining + Some Good Things)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gkHyZWXhBcA/TyDZBJilUVI/AAAAAAAAF5k/IVITM1pAhAQ/s1600/_5_Whining.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gkHyZWXhBcA/TyDZBJilUVI/AAAAAAAAF5k/IVITM1pAhAQ/s640/_5_Whining.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First the whining...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;We are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with American Idol. We can't stand Steven Tyler. Yuck! Last year his behavior was questionable, this year it's down-right inappropriate. I find him completely creepy.&amp;nbsp;It used to be that you could watch this show with your kids. You can't anymore. By the second episode this season we decided to remove the timer&amp;nbsp;on the&amp;nbsp;DVR and forget about it. It's not worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;We just found out today that starting next year, due to the&amp;nbsp;all encompassing&amp;nbsp;excuse of&amp;nbsp;"budget&amp;nbsp;cuts" (I'm SO sick of hearing those words),&amp;nbsp;our school district is getting rid of all honors classes for junior high/high school&amp;nbsp;as well as&amp;nbsp;high school/college credits and early graduation. Isabel's class is the last that will go through with these classes. Everyone that is in 7th grade and&amp;nbsp;below (Eva &amp;amp; Amelia)&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;school year&amp;nbsp;will not have this opportunity. And I don't understand what "budget cuts" have to do with this. You have a certain number of children which require a certain number of teachers. Why does it matter if they teach regular or honors classes? The teachers in Isabel's school that teach honors classes also teach the regular classes. Where is the disconnect? I think they are using "budget cuts" as an excuse. It just doesn't make sense to me. If they have children graduating a semester or a year early, that should save them money, right? It makes no sense at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;On January 14th I stayed up until midnight to be one of the first to enroll Eva in a fairly new charter school in our area when they opened enrollment up to everyone. I found out just yesterday that she didn't get in and is now on a wait list that will go through a lottery-style selection if they do have any openings before the&amp;nbsp;start of school&amp;nbsp;in August. We're pretty disappointed about it. They only have 100 4th grade spaces every year. The current&amp;nbsp;3rd graders already&amp;nbsp;enrolled in the&amp;nbsp;school that are moving up to 4th grade have 1st priority, then any siblings of children already enrolled have 2nd priority. We'll try again next year and the year after that if need be. I wanted Eva to go there&amp;nbsp;mainly&amp;nbsp;for junior high. &amp;nbsp;I'm becoming more and more disappointed with the junior high that we are zoned for. I wish we could move somewhere with a decent school district. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;I need to lose like a bazillion pounds and every time I'm doing really well then I fall off the wagon, gain most of the weight back and then have the worst time getting back on the wagon. It's a vicious cycle!&amp;nbsp;Why can't I just&amp;nbsp;wake up weighing 120 pounds one day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The good news...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;Amelia seems to be coming out of her&amp;nbsp;food pickiness funk that she's been in for&amp;nbsp;the last year. I know it's completely normal, but when you have a child that can't wait to eat dinner every night, will eat pretty much anything (including salad) and then suddenly one day won't eat hardly anything, it's a little disconcerting, to say the least. Isabel went through that phase, and I know it's completely normal, but annoying and worrying. Amelia has suddenly developed a love of cooking the last few weeks. Every day she can't wait to help me make dinner. It's really great having her help, even if it does take longer. She really enjoys it. She is so cute. She wears a cute little apron and really takes it seriously. For a while it was funny because she would&amp;nbsp;help me cook and then tell me that she didn't like any of the food we were making and she wasn't going to eat it. Last week we made a nice dinner (beef and bean enchiladas and corn sauteed with peppers and onions) and she ate an apple for dinner. But the last few days she's been eating different things again. Blueberries, cherries, chicken, salad, scrambled&amp;nbsp;eggs, oatmeal, etc. It's great! Lets hope it lasts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;Eva does not need braces, at least not yet! The orthodontist is predicting that she won't need them until she's between the ages of 11-13 and has most of, if not all, her adult teeth. I thought that would be the outcome, and I'm very glad it is. I don't want her going through that any sooner than she has to. I never had braces, but it looks completely annoying and painful. Plus, we already have one in braces which costs a pretty penny even with insurance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that's about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I owe someone five bucks. &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/6519437947706768273-864124483378264351?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/864124483378264351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=864124483378264351&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/864124483378264351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/864124483378264351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/happenings-around-here-aka-lot-of.html' title='Happenings Around Here (a.k.a. A Lot Of Whining + Some Good Things)'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gkHyZWXhBcA/TyDZBJilUVI/AAAAAAAAF5k/IVITM1pAhAQ/s72-c/_5_Whining.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-4185230519229067925</id><published>2012-01-25T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:59:55.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Book Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curt&amp;nbsp;tells me that I need to write a book and become rich and famous. Writing a book is actually one of my long-term goals, not the rich and famous part (although it would be nice). Right now my brain power is used up taking care of my family and reading other people's books, so that will have to wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday&amp;nbsp;night Curt, Isabel and I were having a discussion about what I should write. We came up with a cross between the&amp;nbsp;Harry Potter series, Twilight series, and the Hunger Games series. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided on the title of &lt;em&gt;Harry Hungerlight and&amp;nbsp;the Twipot Games&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catchy, isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He and Isabel came up with the plot. A nerd boy named Harry creates a role playing world called &lt;em&gt;The Twipot Games&lt;/em&gt; where tiny vampires fight each other with magic. Harry gets sucked into their world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also came up with some names for the main characters:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harry Hungerlight (Harry Potter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shetinee Danger (Hermoine Granger)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bond Pleasely (Ron Weasley)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belladonna Duckling (Bella Swan)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deadwood Culinary (Edward Cullen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fakeob Slack (Jacob Black)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katnip Evergreen (Katniss Everdeen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweeta Snarky (Peeta Mellark)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what do you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-4185230519229067925?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/4185230519229067925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=4185230519229067925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/4185230519229067925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/4185230519229067925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/crazy-book-idea.html' title='Crazy Book Idea'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-5030574135229199526</id><published>2012-01-24T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T08:57:41.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Books of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AdmF6zqfGgw/Tx3GLNpiqPI/AAAAAAAAF5U/WEaSsz9FLYc/s1600/MP900409270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AdmF6zqfGgw/Tx3GLNpiqPI/AAAAAAAAF5U/WEaSsz9FLYc/s640/MP900409270.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I read a post about favorite books on this &lt;a href="http://www.themodernmarigold.com/2012/01/book-delicious-my-favorite-reads-from.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and thought it was a great idea. Why didn't I think of that before? So I decided to be a copy head (what my girls call each other when they copy each other) and copy her idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;belong to &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/"&gt;Goodreads&lt;/a&gt;, which I adore. I'm an avid reader. I'd have to say it's my&amp;nbsp;#1 hobby.&amp;nbsp;Goodreads is like my facebook for books.&amp;nbsp;If you've never checked out Goodreads, please do. Goodreads is a&amp;nbsp;way to keep track of books that you read, want to read and didn't finish. The different "shelves" you can create are endless. I have read, currently reading, to read,&amp;nbsp;didn't finish, re-reading,&amp;nbsp;fiction, non-fiction, cookbooks, and self-help shelves at the moment. You can rate books by stars as well as write reviews.&amp;nbsp;You can invite&amp;nbsp;your friends and family to join and be your "friend" on Goodreads, see what they are reading and&amp;nbsp;look at recommendations&amp;nbsp;for new books to read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I read 62 books last year, which is .169863 of a book per day, or 1.19 books per week. That doesn't include the books I didn't finish or the scriptures that I (hopefully) read on a daily basis. See, I'm obsessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're at the library at least once each week. Isabel goes through books faster than I do. I think she read 4 or 5 books just last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To qualify as&amp;nbsp;a favorite each book has to get a 4 or 5-star rating.&amp;nbsp;I don't think I have any 5-star ratings for last year. A book has to be absolutely amazing to make the 5-star&amp;nbsp;cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite books for 2011:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Candle in the darkness&lt;/em&gt; by Lynn Austin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fire by Night&lt;/em&gt; by Lynn Austin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sherwood ring&lt;/em&gt; by Elizabeth Marie Pope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lady of Bolton Hill&lt;/em&gt; by Elizabeth Camden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Girl in the Gatehouse&lt;/em&gt; by Julie Klassen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Judgement&lt;/em&gt; by Beverly Lewis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bridge of Peace&lt;/em&gt; by Cindy Woodsmall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Importance of Being Earnest&lt;/em&gt; by Oscar Wilde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non-Fiction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pioneer Women: The Lives Of Women On The Frontier&lt;/em&gt; by Linda Peavy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outliers: The Story of Success&lt;/em&gt; by Malcolm Gladwell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't&amp;nbsp;Kill the Birthday Girl: Tales from an Allergic Life &lt;/em&gt;by Sandra Beasley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Listening Is an Act of Love: A Celebration of American Life from the StoryCorps Project&lt;/em&gt; by Dave Isay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elizabeth: The Struggle for the Throne&lt;/em&gt; by David Starkey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Time Together&lt;/em&gt; by Carrol Burnett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cookbooks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Jane Austen Cookbook &lt;/em&gt;by Maggie Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jamie Oliver's Meals in Minutes: A Revolutionary Approach to Cooking Good Food Fast&lt;/em&gt; by Jamie Oliver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homemade Soda&lt;/em&gt; by Andress Schloss&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self-Help Books&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Craft Books&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2010 was a great reading year for me as well. I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; read the Harry Potter series after Isabel pushed me forever. I &lt;em&gt;LOVED &lt;/em&gt;it. Probably&amp;nbsp;one of, if not the&amp;nbsp;best book series I've ever read. I was really, really&amp;nbsp;disappointed when it was over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xD2jMRNpRyw/Tx3GN4ccOeI/AAAAAAAAF5c/hoaWA0fJcyo/s1600/MP900439550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xD2jMRNpRyw/Tx3GN4ccOeI/AAAAAAAAF5c/hoaWA0fJcyo/s640/MP900439550.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-5030574135229199526?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/5030574135229199526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=5030574135229199526&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5030574135229199526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5030574135229199526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-favorite-books-of-2011.html' title='My Favorite Books of 2011'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AdmF6zqfGgw/Tx3GLNpiqPI/AAAAAAAAF5U/WEaSsz9FLYc/s72-c/MP900409270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-7033107346491453601</id><published>2012-01-23T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:36:18.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia Evacuates An Entire Wal-Mart (or Embarrasing Moment #758)</title><content type='html'>After ballet this morning&amp;nbsp;Amelia and&amp;nbsp;I went to Wal-mart to get a few things. As we were walking past an emergency exit door in the shaving section Amelia barely touched the handle of the of door and said "What's this door for?"&amp;nbsp;which set off an alarm, a long, low&amp;nbsp;beeeeeeeeeepppp, beeeeeeeeeeepppp. There was an associate in the next isle over who obviously heard it, but she ignored it, so I thought maybe someone special had to turn it off. That's the first time this has ever happened, so I didn't really know what to do. In hindsight I should have told someone right away. My brain doesn't kick in sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kept shopping. About 10 minutes later I was reaching my hand into the&amp;nbsp;cart to start unloading my items when an associate came up and told everyone in line that we were evacuating the store due to an "electrical problem" and that she didn't know when we would be allowed back in. So I had to leave my cart sitting in the checkout with a lot of frozen items and walk out of the store. That's when I realized what Amelia's little touch had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive home I took the back way through a&amp;nbsp;housing addition&amp;nbsp;to avoid the construction on the main road and saw two cop cars heading toward Wal-mart. Yup, that's my kid. They'll probably ban me from the Wal-mart now when they watch the security tape and figure out it was us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those glue sticks are still sitting in the cart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-7033107346491453601?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/7033107346491453601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=7033107346491453601&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7033107346491453601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7033107346491453601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/amelia-evacuates-entire-wal-mart-or.html' title='Amelia Evacuates An Entire Wal-Mart (or Embarrasing Moment #758)'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-1559718958582870372</id><published>2012-01-21T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T09:46:17.282-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eva'/><title type='text'>Quotes of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday night during dinner (we were having enchiladas) Eva said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I hate beans. I'm never moving to Mexico."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday at the&amp;nbsp;grocery store&amp;nbsp;Amelia wanted some strawberries. At $4.00&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;pound I wasn't&amp;nbsp;going to buy any. She was stuck with blueberries.&amp;nbsp;When we left the grocery store she said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"They need to take those strawberries down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday Amelia created a tangle in her hair that I couldn't get out. So after her bath this morning I told her that I was going to have to cut the tangle out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her response (in a sad voice)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"With scissors? ohhHH...I'm going to look like a boy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Amelia told Curt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"When you jump off the stairs you'll die and I'll bury you in the cat poop sand with flowers on your forehead forever!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-1559718958582870372?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/1559718958582870372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=1559718958582870372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/1559718958582870372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/1559718958582870372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/quotes-of-day.html' title='Quotes of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-2828008328418355784</id><published>2012-01-20T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T06:52:30.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desserts'/><title type='text'>Recipe: Chocolate Buttermilk Cupcakes with Coconut Sugar Buttercream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMJKlt8n970/TxSSjmmggeI/AAAAAAAAF48/rkuP_ymEk18/s1600/Cupcakes+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMJKlt8n970/TxSSjmmggeI/AAAAAAAAF48/rkuP_ymEk18/s1600/Cupcakes+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_858439196"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_858439197"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first attempt at making a really evil concoction into something &lt;em&gt;somewhat&lt;/em&gt; healthy. I used whole wheat flour and soaked it in buttermilk for 12 hours. I used&amp;nbsp;organic coconut sugar which is natural, unrefined and has a low glycemic index. The cupcakes themselves aren't as sweet or rich as I'm used to or as light, but the frosting is very rich. It has a burnt caramel taste.&amp;nbsp;Overall I really like these cupcakes&amp;nbsp;and don't feel quite so bad about eating them. The frosting is definitely a keeper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I discovered after making these&amp;nbsp;that Eva's system can't handle coconut sugar, so I won't be using it anymore. From what I've read a lot of people find this sugar to be easier on their systems compared to cane sugar, but it's not the case for Eva. Her body reacted like it does when she has corn syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that&amp;nbsp;gloriously wishy-washy&amp;nbsp;plug for my recipe, here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Buttermilk Cupcakes with Coconut Sugar Buttercream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Makes 12 Cupcakes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the cupcakes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup white whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1 cup buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;1 cup&amp;nbsp; organic &lt;a href="http://www.swansonvitamins.com/STT001/ItemDetail"&gt;coconut sugar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Tablespoons &lt;a href="http://www.swansonvitamins.com/SWF031/ItemDetail"&gt;organic cocoa powder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon unrefined sea salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of organic butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In small bowl mix the flour and buttermilk together. Cover with plastic wrap and let it sit for 12 - 24 hours on the counter.&lt;br /&gt;2. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;3. In a small pan melt the butter over low heat.&lt;br /&gt;4. Combine the coconut sugar, cocoa powder, vanilla and sea salt together in mixer bowl. &lt;br /&gt;5. Add the melted butter to the sugar mixture and mix well. &lt;br /&gt;6. Add in the flour/buttermilk mixture and beat until all ingredients are well combined.&lt;br /&gt;7. Fill a muffin tin with 12 muffin liners.&lt;br /&gt;8. Evening divide the batter between the muffin liners.&lt;br /&gt;9. Bake for 14-15 minutes until a toothpick inserted comes out clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the frosting:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(makes 12 very large&amp;nbsp;servings - you can cut this in half and still have enough to frost 12 cupcakes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of cold organic whole milk&lt;br /&gt;4 Tablespoons corn starch or arrowroot powder&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1 cup organic coconut sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup organic butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In a small saucepan whisk the corn starch into the cold&amp;nbsp;milk.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cook over medium-high heat, whisking constantly until it gets very thick, like cake batter, about 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Remove from heat and let it cool down until room temperature.&lt;br /&gt;4. In a mixer, beat the butter and sugar together until very light and fluffy, about 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add in the vanilla and cooled milk mixture.&lt;br /&gt;5. Beat until light and fluffy, about 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Put the frosting into a large pastry bag with a large tip and pipe the frosting onto the cupcakes in whatever way you wish. You can also use a large Ziploc bag with one corner cut off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-2828008328418355784?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/2828008328418355784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=2828008328418355784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2828008328418355784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2828008328418355784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/recipe-chocolate-buttermilk-cupcakes.html' title='Recipe: Chocolate Buttermilk Cupcakes with Coconut Sugar Buttercream'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMJKlt8n970/TxSSjmmggeI/AAAAAAAAF48/rkuP_ymEk18/s72-c/Cupcakes+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-8070235362886604914</id><published>2012-01-19T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T09:11:49.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What Came In The Mail Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZY1uItIp3-Y/TxhNTD3-0rI/AAAAAAAAF5M/9BttSQssHsM/s1600/Seeds+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZY1uItIp3-Y/TxhNTD3-0rI/AAAAAAAAF5M/9BttSQssHsM/s1600/Seeds+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; tempted. I'm still debating on whether or not a plant a garden. If I'm going to, I need to do it soon,&amp;nbsp;before the end of the month.&amp;nbsp;It seems like every time I turn around I get a nudge in the direction of planting one (this catalog for one). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last spring I didn't plant&amp;nbsp;a garden&amp;nbsp;for the first time in years, and then we had a cooler than normal summer.&amp;nbsp;Isabel had planted a garden and her&amp;nbsp;vegetables did great. I could kick myself for not planting a garden last year, but who can predict the weather? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Year after year I've spent money on dirt (it's very expensive here), seeds, plants, fertilizer and water, and end up with almost nothing. I love gardening. I wish we lived in a place where I could plant seeds, it would rain and plants would grow and produce. Maybe someday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Until then, I always have beautiful seed catalogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-8070235362886604914?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/8070235362886604914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=8070235362886604914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8070235362886604914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8070235362886604914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/look-what-came-in-mail-yesterday.html' title='Look What Came In The Mail Yesterday...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZY1uItIp3-Y/TxhNTD3-0rI/AAAAAAAAF5M/9BttSQssHsM/s72-c/Seeds+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-2705168723558662131</id><published>2012-01-18T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:49:47.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curt'/><title type='text'>Curt's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning Amelia didn't want Curt to go to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His way of reasoning with her - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I have to go to work to&amp;nbsp;'buy some money'* so that I can&amp;nbsp;buy lots of Barbies and princess stuff. Oh, and food too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*That's a phrase that Eva used to use when she was little.&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;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/6519437947706768273-2705168723558662131?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/2705168723558662131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=2705168723558662131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2705168723558662131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2705168723558662131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/curts-quote-of-day.html' title='Curt&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-2812597485761095632</id><published>2012-01-16T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T13:41:36.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few things that have happened in the last week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Thursday the girls and I had dentist appointments. Amelia had her teeth&amp;nbsp;polished for the first time. I was worried about how she would react, but she just laughed and said "It tickles!".&amp;nbsp;I'm pleased to announce that we are all cavity and gingivitis free. Flossing and brushing really do work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I took the girls to see the re-released &lt;em&gt;Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast&lt;/em&gt; in 3D. The theater&amp;nbsp;showed a &lt;em&gt;Tangled&lt;/em&gt; short film prior to the beginning of the movie and it was HILARIOUS!!! I highly recommend it. &lt;em&gt;Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast&lt;/em&gt; was great too. It looks a lot better in 3D. Amelia was enchanted with the movie, but wouldn't wear her 3D glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning Isabel announced that her mouth had finally stopped hurting after her braces were put on. That's 9 days of pain! Now she can eat again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the girls are off of school (yippee!!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Amelia had ballet. The theme was&amp;nbsp;the movie&lt;em&gt; Mulan&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Amelia refused to wear the red satin kimono dress, hold the fan&amp;nbsp;and dance with the other girls. She came out crying and wanted to go home because she didn't like the outfit. So we went home. Next week the theme is &lt;em&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;. I'm not holding my breath. This is the third outfit rejection in the last 7 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel created a new character named "Jenny". I think she's completely given up her character&amp;nbsp;"Dr. G." the therapist. We filmed her first "Jenny" episode today. If photobucket will cooperate, the movie will be on her blog later today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some healthier chocolate cupcakes complete with frosting today. I'll share them on my blog soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hardly taken any pictures lately so I have nothing new to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contemplating doing a garden, but not sure if I'm willing to put the time and energy into it when it always fails because of the desert heat. That should be a no brainer, right? But I LOVE having a garden. It's a double-edged sword.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To garden or not to garden, that is the question...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/downtonabbey/season2.html?elq=fb4a56ec435c484e8d160084d97bab0b&amp;amp;elqCampaignId=85"&gt;Downton Abbey Season 2&lt;/a&gt; is in full swing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go watch the second episode right now&amp;nbsp;while the girls are outside playing with their dinosaurs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-2812597485761095632?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/2812597485761095632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=2812597485761095632&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2812597485761095632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2812597485761095632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-5896931295169314598</id><published>2012-01-12T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T08:21:54.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Side Dishes'/><title type='text'>Recipe: Italian Vegetable Sauté</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OaIgajc1zEI/Tw8ILjJ23HI/AAAAAAAAF4s/OfWZCgvRvKA/s1600/Sautee+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OaIgajc1zEI/Tw8ILjJ23HI/AAAAAAAAF4s/OfWZCgvRvKA/s1600/Sautee+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Italian Vegetable Sauté&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 large white or yellow onion, sliced&lt;br /&gt;4 cloves of garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 large eggplant, cut into bite-sized pieces&lt;br /&gt;1 medium zucchini, cut into bite-sized pieces&lt;br /&gt;8 ounces of large button mushrooms, quartered&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup fresh basil, chopped&lt;br /&gt;unrefined sea salt&lt;br /&gt;extra olive oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In a large&amp;nbsp;skillet combine the olive oil, sliced onions and a sprinkle of salt. Cook on medium heat, stirring often, for 30 minutes until the onions are starting to brown.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add in the minced garlic and other vegetables. Cook, stirring often, until tender, about&amp;nbsp;20 minutes.*&lt;br /&gt;4. Add in the basil, mixing well.&lt;br /&gt;5. Salt to taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If the pan gets too dry add in a little more olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great as a side dish or over warm&amp;nbsp;pasta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-5896931295169314598?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/5896931295169314598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=5896931295169314598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5896931295169314598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5896931295169314598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/recipe-italian-vegetable-saute.html' title='Recipe: Italian Vegetable Sauté'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OaIgajc1zEI/Tw8ILjJ23HI/AAAAAAAAF4s/OfWZCgvRvKA/s72-c/Sautee+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-5929024293426554793</id><published>2012-01-10T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T14:35:04.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><title type='text'>Amelia's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was bringing the trash &amp;amp; recycling cans into the garage and had to walk into the street to get them. Amelia followed me into the street and I told her that she's not allowed to go into the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her reply:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Grandpa said I can go in the road."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-5929024293426554793?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/5929024293426554793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=5929024293426554793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5929024293426554793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5929024293426554793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/amelias-quote-of-day_10.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-8930958336132372354</id><published>2012-01-08T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:57:34.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabel'/><title type='text'>Isabel's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I was making dinner. Isabel walked up to me and in her southern-accent man voice said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Hurry up woman, I'm hungry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-8930958336132372354?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/8930958336132372354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=8930958336132372354&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8930958336132372354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8930958336132372354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/isabels-quote-of-day.html' title='Isabel&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-7301764759045591120</id><published>2012-01-07T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T07:23:37.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><title type='text'>Amelia's Conversation of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Amelia: You're too young to kiss Daddy on the lips. That's for married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Me: I'm already married!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Amelia: No you're not.&lt;/span&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;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/6519437947706768273-7301764759045591120?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/7301764759045591120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=7301764759045591120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7301764759045591120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7301764759045591120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/amelias-conversation-of-day.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Conversation of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-290285058590225244</id><published>2012-01-06T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T11:37:14.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces: Round Two - Poor Isabel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-7kgfoPnlo/Twci7VMjhzI/AAAAAAAAF4M/zxvF8vTpL-8/s1600/Braces+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-7kgfoPnlo/Twci7VMjhzI/AAAAAAAAF4M/zxvF8vTpL-8/s1600/Braces+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Her teeth are hurting so much right now.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel had her first round of braces at age 8 and had them for a little over two years. Since then she's been wearing a retainer every night which helped to guide&amp;nbsp;the rest of her&amp;nbsp;adult teeth coming in as well as the work that was already done. We knew that there was a possibility that she would need a second set of braces. She&amp;nbsp;was an extreme case; her mouth was so small there was no room for her adult teeth to come in, which&amp;nbsp;is why she had to get braces at such a young age. If not, then she would have had to have&amp;nbsp;a lot of her adult&amp;nbsp;teeth pulled and a longer orthodontic process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;December 2005 before braces:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhGrZVH7S7M/TwckMotUTlI/AAAAAAAAF4c/ltUPR6ZpJ0M/s1600/Isabel%2527s+Teeth+Before+Braces+-+December+2005+001+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vhGrZVH7S7M/TwckMotUTlI/AAAAAAAAF4c/ltUPR6ZpJ0M/s320/Isabel%2527s+Teeth+Before+Braces+-+December+2005+001+%25282%2529.jpg" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;February 13, 2008 - The day her first set of braces came off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr2u-lYfSi0/TwclTriEU3I/AAAAAAAAF4k/xTF5OOupbNk/s1600/Braces+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr2u-lYfSi0/TwclTriEU3I/AAAAAAAAF4k/xTF5OOupbNk/s640/Braces+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took her in for a routine orthodontic&amp;nbsp;check-up yesterday. She hasn't had one in a year - my bad. I should taken her in 6 months ago. I finally made an appointment. She has a couple of teeth in particular that we've been hoping the retainer would move into the right place, but it's just not working. The orthodontist said that we could wait&amp;nbsp;another 3 months and see, but it's already been a year and a half since those teeth came in. So&amp;nbsp;I decided to go ahead and do the second set and they put them on yesterday. Isabel wanted to wait a week but we were there and the sooner she gets them on the sooner they come off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor Isabel, not what she was expecting and she was pretty upset. She cried a lot, and last night her mouth started hurting. By this morning she could barely eat her teeth hurt so much (even with ibuprofen)&amp;nbsp;that I made her a smoothie for breakfast because she couldn't eat. She wasn't looking forward to school. She doesn't like the way they look. Most of her friends are just getting their braces off and she is&amp;nbsp;starting all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-haBqa4C1Q2o/Twci-r_XknI/AAAAAAAAF4U/a8VPn02Zm2Q/s1600/Braces+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-haBqa4C1Q2o/Twci-r_XknI/AAAAAAAAF4U/a8VPn02Zm2Q/s1600/Braces+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The orthodontist is predicting a year or less in this set. They are using a new technology now that works faster and is more comfortable after you&amp;nbsp;adjust to&amp;nbsp;the initial install. She has all of her adult teeth so we won't have to worry about more coming in and messing things up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eva has an orthodontic appointment in&amp;nbsp;two weeks. I doubt she'll need braces at this age, but we'll see. I'm crossing my fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-290285058590225244?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/290285058590225244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=290285058590225244&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/290285058590225244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/290285058590225244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/braces-round-two-poor-isabel.html' title='Braces: Round Two - Poor Isabel!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-7kgfoPnlo/Twci7VMjhzI/AAAAAAAAF4M/zxvF8vTpL-8/s72-c/Braces+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-6323962444970149513</id><published>2012-01-05T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:17:00.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eva'/><title type='text'>Eva's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On the way to school yesterday morning I glanced back at Eva and she appeared to be meditating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me: Eva, are you in your zen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eva: What's a zen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me: It's when you're at peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eva: No, I'm in my "Napoleon". (as in Napoleon Dynamite)&lt;/span&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;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/6519437947706768273-6323962444970149513?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/6323962444970149513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=6323962444970149513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/6323962444970149513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/6323962444970149513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/evas-quote-of-day.html' title='Eva&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-83025314641862366</id><published>2012-01-04T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T09:16:39.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stews'/><title type='text'>Recipe: Butternut Squash, Sweet Potato &amp; Sausage Crock Pot stew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hRd4rMrHoJc/TwN5fUsMPkI/AAAAAAAAF4E/HGU5scJ5fpY/s1600/Stew+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hRd4rMrHoJc/TwN5fUsMPkI/AAAAAAAAF4E/HGU5scJ5fpY/s1600/Stew+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup bacon fat (or olive oil)&lt;br /&gt;1 medium yellow onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;4 cloves of garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 pound of natural pork sausage&lt;br /&gt;2 medium sweet potatoes, peeled and cubed&lt;br /&gt;1 large butternut squash, peeled, seeded and cubed&lt;br /&gt;boiling water&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon dried rosemary&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup cornstarch &lt;br /&gt;salt &amp;amp; pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Turn your crock pot on high.&lt;br /&gt;2. In a large skillet, heat the bacon fat on medium heat until melted.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add in the onion and garlic. Cook until soft, about 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add in the sausage and cook until brown, breaking it up with a spoon into small pieces.&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;Put the sweet potatoes and squash into the crock pot.&lt;br /&gt;6. Add in the sausage mixture and mix well.&lt;br /&gt;7. Pour boiling water over the stew until it covers it halfway.&lt;br /&gt;8. Turn the crock pot on low and cook for 4&amp;nbsp;hours or until the squash is soft and just starting to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;9. Mix the cornstarch with a small amount of cold water until smooth and add it to the stew. Stir until thick.&lt;br /&gt;10. Add in the nutmeg and rosemary.&lt;br /&gt;11. Salt and pepper to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve with&lt;a href="http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2010/12/recipe-honey-oatmeal-bread-machine.html"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bread, if desired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-83025314641862366?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/83025314641862366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=83025314641862366&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/83025314641862366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/83025314641862366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/recipe-butternut-squash-sweet-potato.html' title='Recipe: Butternut Squash, Sweet Potato &amp; Sausage Crock Pot stew'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hRd4rMrHoJc/TwN5fUsMPkI/AAAAAAAAF4E/HGU5scJ5fpY/s72-c/Stew+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-8943451796903109689</id><published>2012-01-03T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:25:51.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To "Normal" Life, Whatever That Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zs6B6k34_dg/TwMp3FOzbAI/AAAAAAAAF3w/J62AKQyuo7g/s1600/Snowflakes+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zs6B6k34_dg/TwMp3FOzbAI/AAAAAAAAF3w/J62AKQyuo7g/s1600/Snowflakes+1.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the Christmas decorations are put away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amelia's tree is still up and I haven't taken the cards off of the back of the front door yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Curt took down the Christmas lights yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The snowflakes are still on the&amp;nbsp;french doors (it's still winter!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girls resumed school today. They didn't want to go. I didn't want them to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Curt went back to work today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have to get up at 6:00 a.m. again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No more lazy mornings and playing all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Music lessons start again today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm still rebelling and listening the Christmas music. I bought&amp;nbsp;five new Christmas music c.d.'s after Christmas on clearance. I can't wait until next year to listen to them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&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/6519437947706768273-8943451796903109689?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/8943451796903109689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=8943451796903109689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8943451796903109689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8943451796903109689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-normal-life-whatever-that-is.html' title='Back To &quot;Normal&quot; Life, Whatever That Is...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zs6B6k34_dg/TwMp3FOzbAI/AAAAAAAAF3w/J62AKQyuo7g/s72-c/Snowflakes+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-8847679274891216644</id><published>2012-01-01T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T10:55:41.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2012!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLfVCyXqFxc/TwCsEbQjx5I/AAAAAAAAF3k/RDV5MX6lQwM/s1600/MP900440956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLfVCyXqFxc/TwCsEbQjx5I/AAAAAAAAF3k/RDV5MX6lQwM/s640/MP900440956.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On New Year's Eve we usually have a little appetizer party and stay up until midnight. Well, Curt and the girls do. Usually I conk out way before midnight. This year Curt was flying himself&amp;nbsp;home from a trip to Indiana to visit his family. He didn't make it&amp;nbsp;back until about 8:30 last night. What I didn't know was that he took off in Indiana at 10:30 on Friday night! He knew that bad weather was coming so tried to beat it, but it didn't work. Strong winds and turbulence turned what should have been a 8-10 hour trip into a 21 hour trip. We are &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;glad he's home safe. Whenever he flies I always worry. It's been&amp;nbsp;that way&amp;nbsp;for 19 1/2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year was weird because we had an appetizer party on Christmas Eve and so New Years Eve rolled around and I didn't feel like doing that again. So I made some lasagna, corn with butter and my favorite soft ginger cookies. My friend Brandy had given me a loaf of rosemary olive oil bread for Christmas and I had frozen it so I brought that out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We watched the Twilight Zone. I watched a movie on Netflix on my new Kindle Fire (which I love!). I actually stayed up until after midnight. I put Amelia to bed a little after 9:00 p.m. but Curt took the girls to see the fireworks like always. I didn't end up going to sleep until about 1:00 a.m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you make New Years resolutions? I don't. I used to, but I don't anymore. Now I just make goals throughout the year as I need them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year 2012!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-8847679274891216644?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/8847679274891216644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=8847679274891216644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8847679274891216644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8847679274891216644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html' title='Happy New Year 2012!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLfVCyXqFxc/TwCsEbQjx5I/AAAAAAAAF3k/RDV5MX6lQwM/s72-c/MP900440956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-2850007062470805096</id><published>2012-01-01T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:56:38.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Christmas morning Eva woke up before 6:00 a.m. Isabel had asked her to wake her up at 6:00, so she did. At 7:30 we dragged ourselves out of bed and found them downstairs on the couch watching &lt;em&gt;Elf &lt;/em&gt;and waiting for us. They had gone through their stockings already and were dying to open their presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We&amp;nbsp;woke Amelia up at 8:00 to open presents. When I told her that Santa had come the first thing she said was, "Did he bring me lots of sugar?" On our trip to Utah she told Curt that sugar fills up her leg and when she runs out she needs more. She&amp;nbsp;frequently tells us&amp;nbsp;that she needs more sugar to fill up her leg. Normally we don't have candy or other goodies in the house, but at Christmas time it's a different story and I fear she's gotten used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we finished opening presents, we had a quick brunch (eggs, sausage, croissants, cinnamon rolls, sparkling cider) before we got ready for church at 1:00. They just had Sacrament Meeting, and then we came home and enjoyed the rest of the day watching Christmas movies, eating lots of yummy food and goodies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a fun, relaxing day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel said that next year she isn't going to get up early. This year Christmas wasn't as magical and exciting for her as it normally is. She didn't enjoy decorating as much as she usually does. I guess that comes with growing older but it's sad to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite thing about the Christmas season is the good spirit that it brings. I love Christmas music (I play it throughout the year whenever I feel like it) and the good feeling that it has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love giving gifts, helping others and remembering what Christmas is truly about, our Savior's birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ4N26dL42g/TwCYoZKcbII/AAAAAAAAF2Y/c4bOgTa6Adk/s1600/Christmas+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ4N26dL42g/TwCYoZKcbII/AAAAAAAAF2Y/c4bOgTa6Adk/s1600/Christmas+1.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmjfcoEflbs/TwCYy5433mI/AAAAAAAAF2o/YNnFQQIa6Bs/s1600/Christmas+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmjfcoEflbs/TwCYy5433mI/AAAAAAAAF2o/YNnFQQIa6Bs/s1600/Christmas+3.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWi3VaNQ5Z4/TwCY5Fb83WI/AAAAAAAAF2w/VNKATOn3dCU/s1600/Christmas+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWi3VaNQ5Z4/TwCY5Fb83WI/AAAAAAAAF2w/VNKATOn3dCU/s1600/Christmas+4.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rG4Ura0hgS4/TwCY-hmynJI/AAAAAAAAF24/e3j2OZR4dYY/s1600/Christmas+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="442" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rG4Ura0hgS4/TwCY-hmynJI/AAAAAAAAF24/e3j2OZR4dYY/s1600/Christmas+5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/6519437947706768273-2850007062470805096?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/2850007062470805096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=2850007062470805096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2850007062470805096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2850007062470805096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-2011.html' title='Christmas 2011'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQ4N26dL42g/TwCYoZKcbII/AAAAAAAAF2Y/c4bOgTa6Adk/s72-c/Christmas+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-1266394184881271582</id><published>2012-01-01T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:16:26.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Concert - December 15th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel's winter orchestra concert was December 15th. Curt was out-of-town on business&amp;nbsp;so I took Eva and Amelia with me. You can hear Amelia chattering in the background. She kept trying to push buttons on my camera. She wanted to take pictures too. She was really bored. A lovely lady behind us gave her a small chocolate bar which saved the situation, literally. Without that chocolate bar, Amelia would have turned into a crying mess. She and Eva were both hungry even though they had eaten not long before we left. I usually carry some kind of snack but for some reason on that night I didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think their&amp;nbsp;orchestra&amp;nbsp;sounded a little rough overall this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't see Isabel. She's in the very middle behind a girl with a red &amp;amp; green hat. When I sat down I could see her perfectly, but once they sat up to start playing she was completely out of sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serendipity Suite - Fit as a Fiddle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(They played this for their fall concert. I don't know why they played it again.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid18.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fb136%2FALSpaugh%2FSerendiptySuite-FitasaFiddle-December152011.mp4" height="361" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serendipity Suite - Sol-La Viola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(The violas played the melody in this piece so Isabel was happy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid18.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fb136%2FALSpaugh%2FSerendipitySuite-Sol-LaViola-December152011.mp4" height="361" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Charlie Brown Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid18.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fb136%2FALSpaugh%2FACharlieBrownChristmas-December152011.mp4" height="361" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-1266394184881271582?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/1266394184881271582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=1266394184881271582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/1266394184881271582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/1266394184881271582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-concert-december-15th.html' title='Winter Concert - December 15th'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-5584795544776456877</id><published>2012-01-01T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T08:52:11.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><title type='text'>Amelia's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I want a pink princess gun so I can shoot duckies and things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-5584795544776456877?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/5584795544776456877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=5584795544776456877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5584795544776456877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5584795544776456877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2012/01/amelias-quote-of-day.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-8031165976797757379</id><published>2011-12-31T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:53:45.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Break Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last year we had planned this trip but then ended up not going when Curt &amp;amp; I both came down with the flu. So this year we made sure that everyone had their flu shot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Polar Express train ride in Ely, Nevada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asAaURLV9BE/Tv--rnUJ7oI/AAAAAAAAFzI/EJHNGGkga4Q/s1600/Ely+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asAaURLV9BE/Tv--rnUJ7oI/AAAAAAAAFzI/EJHNGGkga4Q/s1600/Ely+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-11o014ntW4w/Tv--w8UOX0I/AAAAAAAAFzQ/_IZre40MfK8/s1600/Ely+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-11o014ntW4w/Tv--w8UOX0I/AAAAAAAAFzQ/_IZre40MfK8/s1600/Ely+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We didn't like Ely. The hotel was the worst hotel we've ever stayed in. Smoke coming in our room all night in spite of being in non-smoking rooms on a non-smoking floor. The restaurant we ate at&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;the worst meal&amp;nbsp;we've literally&amp;nbsp;ever had. We were &lt;em&gt;extremel&lt;/em&gt;y&amp;nbsp;happy to leave the next morning. We plan on never going to Ely again. The Polar Express wasn't worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas lights on Temple Square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOQ6IWIDtxc/Tv--21iuJeI/AAAAAAAAFzY/A-5IjSoILzA/s1600/Salt+Lake+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOQ6IWIDtxc/Tv--21iuJeI/AAAAAAAAFzY/A-5IjSoILzA/s1600/Salt+Lake+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GU-eCa4JiY/Tv--6WBdEXI/AAAAAAAAFzg/GLJsHGNd_Ko/s1600/Temple+Square+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GU-eCa4JiY/Tv--6WBdEXI/AAAAAAAAFzg/GLJsHGNd_Ko/s1600/Temple+Square+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMPl_GCG7i4/Tv--9k76dlI/AAAAAAAAFzo/m5HWGa7-vjk/s1600/Salt+Lake+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMPl_GCG7i4/Tv--9k76dlI/AAAAAAAAFzo/m5HWGa7-vjk/s1600/Salt+Lake+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aaS50hFsE2c/Tv-_BSdP20I/AAAAAAAAFzw/rqgi51FtOZo/s1600/Salt+Lake+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aaS50hFsE2c/Tv-_BSdP20I/AAAAAAAAFzw/rqgi51FtOZo/s1600/Salt+Lake+5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone is exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZcS_HSfarc/Tv-_FDldIRI/AAAAAAAAFz4/vKsVHp81H1M/s1600/Salt+Lake+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZcS_HSfarc/Tv-_FDldIRI/AAAAAAAAFz4/vKsVHp81H1M/s1600/Salt+Lake+6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LDS Conference Center&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--G9EdEJDHrM/Tv-_KJpPntI/AAAAAAAAF0A/BpEJq9XK0OI/s1600/Salt+Lake+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--G9EdEJDHrM/Tv-_KJpPntI/AAAAAAAAF0A/BpEJq9XK0OI/s1600/Salt+Lake+8.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfVIWt4w5ig/Tv_BAs1YbUI/AAAAAAAAF0M/GpgHkfXsaLY/s1600/Salt+Lake+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pfVIWt4w5ig/Tv_BAs1YbUI/AAAAAAAAF0M/GpgHkfXsaLY/s1600/Salt+Lake+9.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Conference Center has some beautiful works of art. My favorite is this stained glass window of Christ healing at the pool of Bethesda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blXOt6hPsyE/Tv_BE7KY_nI/AAAAAAAAF0U/idGSCJesY5U/s1600/Salt+Lake+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-blXOt6hPsyE/Tv_BE7KY_nI/AAAAAAAAF0U/idGSCJesY5U/s1600/Salt+Lake+10.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the roof of the Conference Center. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WeJFRNEbHL4/Tv_BMNUYTXI/AAAAAAAAF0c/5y1UghC0T58/s1600/Salt+Lake+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WeJFRNEbHL4/Tv_BMNUYTXI/AAAAAAAAF0c/5y1UghC0T58/s1600/Salt+Lake+11.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can see the Temple behind us in this shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzwMngXkoGc/Tv_BRiyIFnI/AAAAAAAAF0k/1ZZUHoYGhGE/s1600/Salt+Lake+12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QzwMngXkoGc/Tv_BRiyIFnI/AAAAAAAAF0k/1ZZUHoYGhGE/s1600/Salt+Lake+12.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Beehive House, which was one of Brigham Young's homes in Salt Lake City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amelia was very impressed with the play room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhjI5O0xQVE/Tv_BV8tcIbI/AAAAAAAAF0s/DziGTRQv7_8/s1600/Salt+Lake+13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhjI5O0xQVE/Tv_BV8tcIbI/AAAAAAAAF0s/DziGTRQv7_8/s1600/Salt+Lake+13.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVmXXpudLwg/Tv_BaFdWQEI/AAAAAAAAF00/52e6yrIIJU0/s1600/Salt+Lake+14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pVmXXpudLwg/Tv_BaFdWQEI/AAAAAAAAF00/52e6yrIIJU0/s1600/Salt+Lake+14.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Joseph Smith Memorial Building. Three Wards actually get to meet here every Sunday! We saw the chapel and it's incredible.&amp;nbsp;I wish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PRgB_0TeZM/Tv_B2D-rTJI/AAAAAAAAF1A/0XzA75d7L94/s1600/Salt+Lake+15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PRgB_0TeZM/Tv_B2D-rTJI/AAAAAAAAF1A/0XzA75d7L94/s1600/Salt+Lake+15.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this sculpture called "Joyful Moment" on Temple Square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uJLsRwNv3cM/Tv_B7353_HI/AAAAAAAAF1I/MMMPR4mIoVs/s1600/Salt+Lake+16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uJLsRwNv3cM/Tv_B7353_HI/AAAAAAAAF1I/MMMPR4mIoVs/s1600/Salt+Lake+16.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Christus in the visitor center on Temple Square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bo05I61Xlo/Tv_CC0P-kYI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/scIPeMQ8eSg/s1600/Christus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8bo05I61Xlo/Tv_CC0P-kYI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/scIPeMQ8eSg/s1600/Christus.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We came out and it was snowing, which is what the girls were hoping for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4BAMFK7Jak/Tv_CG87CsFI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/-cHJTYjfD7c/s1600/Salt+Lake+17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g4BAMFK7Jak/Tv_CG87CsFI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/-cHJTYjfD7c/s1600/Salt+Lake+17.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were predicting a good two inches, but it ended up only being a light dusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the hotel pool that evening.&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="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GmOwuo3B554/Tv_CLzz3vdI/AAAAAAAAF1g/GjCr0dIcxYY/s1600/Salt+Lake+18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GmOwuo3B554/Tv_CLzz3vdI/AAAAAAAAF1g/GjCr0dIcxYY/s1600/Salt+Lake+18.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hit snow on the way home. The girls were thrilled. We stopped at a rest stop and played for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t73l6smh_FU/Tv_D7pGrbyI/AAAAAAAAF1s/K-UpXl6gx64/s1600/Going+Home+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t73l6smh_FU/Tv_D7pGrbyI/AAAAAAAAF1s/K-UpXl6gx64/s1600/Going+Home+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUc6TUif81w/Tv_EBVVkj9I/AAAAAAAAF10/upI_D2_90Q0/s1600/Going+Home+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUc6TUif81w/Tv_EBVVkj9I/AAAAAAAAF10/upI_D2_90Q0/s1600/Going+Home+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uacMHRQFYx0/Tv_EFg-neqI/AAAAAAAAF18/ebneWRguB58/s1600/Going+Home+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uacMHRQFYx0/Tv_EFg-neqI/AAAAAAAAF18/ebneWRguB58/s1600/Going+Home+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vvy4uYGyzLI/Tv_EHQRpszI/AAAAAAAAF2E/r6xlVyH3twg/s1600/Going+Home+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="494" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vvy4uYGyzLI/Tv_EHQRpszI/AAAAAAAAF2E/r6xlVyH3twg/s1600/Going+Home+5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J9hjxzc0UGs/Tv_EM-9iQTI/AAAAAAAAF2M/fwnzS-0HjjY/s1600/Going+Home+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="562" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J9hjxzc0UGs/Tv_EM-9iQTI/AAAAAAAAF2M/fwnzS-0HjjY/s1600/Going+Home+6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The End&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-8031165976797757379?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/8031165976797757379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=8031165976797757379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8031165976797757379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8031165976797757379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/12/winter-break-trip.html' title='Winter Break Trip'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-asAaURLV9BE/Tv--rnUJ7oI/AAAAAAAAFzI/EJHNGGkga4Q/s72-c/Ely+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-8783427264594046520</id><published>2011-12-27T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:06:36.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><title type='text'>Amelia's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight as I was putting Amelia to bed I sneezed very loudly. Amelia told me -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"You sneezed really loud and you wake up the dark!"&lt;/span&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;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/6519437947706768273-8783427264594046520?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/8783427264594046520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=8783427264594046520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8783427264594046520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8783427264594046520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/12/amelias-quote-of-day_27.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-2545650430672514296</id><published>2011-12-25T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T11:33:16.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We Celebrate Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJXLyktztgc/TvZpWtY16-I/AAAAAAAAFy8/4xixRgc184w/s1600/Christus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJXLyktztgc/TvZpWtY16-I/AAAAAAAAFy8/4xixRgc184w/s1600/Christus.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-2545650430672514296?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/2545650430672514296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=2545650430672514296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2545650430672514296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2545650430672514296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-christmas.html' title='Why We Celebrate Christmas'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJXLyktztgc/TvZpWtY16-I/AAAAAAAAFy8/4xixRgc184w/s72-c/Christus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-1795449045953326090</id><published>2011-12-23T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T21:20:01.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amelia has been taking ballet classes since July. She adores going, except when she doesn't like the costume they have. During one class&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;wore a kitty costume, and she refused to wear it or dance anymore and she left the class. Then during their last class this month she refused to wear the costume and dance even though it was parent's day. It's because it wasn't pretty enough. It wasn't princess worthy. She also started a fashion trend. When the weather turned colder I started having her wear leg warmers. Now all the girls are wearing them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were taken during three different classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZelZFzyv1A/TvVdXl4F4xI/AAAAAAAAFxg/QkZAey7jKX4/s1600/Ballet+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZelZFzyv1A/TvVdXl4F4xI/AAAAAAAAFxg/QkZAey7jKX4/s1600/Ballet+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zevPcdiU3pA/TvVdcIHcOTI/AAAAAAAAFxo/KO0Qec_sA-E/s1600/Ballet+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zevPcdiU3pA/TvVdcIHcOTI/AAAAAAAAFxo/KO0Qec_sA-E/s1600/Ballet+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dq8CFSa3ihk/TvVdg-SfWDI/AAAAAAAAFxw/DXvNjFamtl8/s1600/Ballet+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dq8CFSa3ihk/TvVdg-SfWDI/AAAAAAAAFxw/DXvNjFamtl8/s1600/Ballet+4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmRPSAWo744/TvVdlGfMhFI/AAAAAAAAFx4/25N6xf-Ckk4/s1600/Ballet+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmRPSAWo744/TvVdlGfMhFI/AAAAAAAAFx4/25N6xf-Ckk4/s1600/Ballet+5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6Dq3AgVPGA/TvVf9Yg2kpI/AAAAAAAAFyE/pL1oMFnAUhk/s1600/Ballet+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6Dq3AgVPGA/TvVf9Yg2kpI/AAAAAAAAFyE/pL1oMFnAUhk/s1600/Ballet+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xYXxJ_c9F_0/TvVgB8pKnNI/AAAAAAAAFyM/zcPV5UWOQCE/s1600/Ballet+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xYXxJ_c9F_0/TvVgB8pKnNI/AAAAAAAAFyM/zcPV5UWOQCE/s1600/Ballet+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her teacher Miss Louisa. She is a wonderful teacher. She&amp;nbsp;really knows how to engage the children and keep them interested.We were sad to find out that she's leaving after this month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2N37UOd0AY4/TvVgGAKLjNI/AAAAAAAAFyU/hnEdLZy9joc/s1600/Ballet+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2N37UOd0AY4/TvVgGAKLjNI/AAAAAAAAFyU/hnEdLZy9joc/s1600/Ballet+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her other teacher Miss Caitlin. We are hoping that Amelia can be in a class with her starting in January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iv1GBWaxwd0/TvVgKfLqtWI/AAAAAAAAFyc/ICGEvPjEq3Y/s1600/Ballet+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iv1GBWaxwd0/TvVgKfLqtWI/AAAAAAAAFyc/ICGEvPjEq3Y/s1600/Ballet+4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-1795449045953326090?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/1795449045953326090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=1795449045953326090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/1795449045953326090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/1795449045953326090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/12/more-ballet.html' title='More Ballet'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZelZFzyv1A/TvVdXl4F4xI/AAAAAAAAFxg/QkZAey7jKX4/s72-c/Ballet+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-2775437546035593618</id><published>2011-12-23T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T20:53:06.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are always doing "makeovers" on each other,&amp;nbsp;but they don't use make-up. They use paint. Luckily it's washable. Sometimes the faces&amp;nbsp;they come up with are down-right creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfHhjH3GTlk/TvVZ7CQUK-I/AAAAAAAAFxM/srQUN0wg4rs/s1600/Makeover+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfHhjH3GTlk/TvVZ7CQUK-I/AAAAAAAAFxM/srQUN0wg4rs/s1600/Makeover+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea what this is. Eva has a beard but she also has eye shadow. A man-girl maybe? Circus worthy that's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mAcA0L95RXM/TvVZ_62XMlI/AAAAAAAAFxU/TnOUxvBTdu0/s1600/Makeover+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mAcA0L95RXM/TvVZ_62XMlI/AAAAAAAAFxU/TnOUxvBTdu0/s1600/Makeover+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-2775437546035593618?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/2775437546035593618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=2775437546035593618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2775437546035593618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2775437546035593618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/12/makeovers.html' title='Makeovers'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfHhjH3GTlk/TvVZ7CQUK-I/AAAAAAAAFxM/srQUN0wg4rs/s72-c/Makeover+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-2769634176256672809</id><published>2011-12-23T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T20:40:42.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess At Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last month I decided to go through Amelia's entire closet and dresser, de-junk and organize. I pulled everything out of her closet and drawers and put it on a big pile on the floor. When I wasn't in the room Amelia thought she would help by hanging some of her clothing up. She&amp;nbsp;came to me and&amp;nbsp;said, "Do you want to watch me hang up my panties?" I got a kick out of that and followed her into her room so that she could show me her handiwork. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I found:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DcwzwwgCp1E/TvVXWEeA2AI/AAAAAAAAFxA/hXpIVO-H-UM/s1600/Clothing+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DcwzwwgCp1E/TvVXWEeA2AI/AAAAAAAAFxA/hXpIVO-H-UM/s640/Clothing+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought it was so cute that she did that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wasn't too happy when&amp;nbsp;I had to take it down and put it back in her closet. &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;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/6519437947706768273-2769634176256672809?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/2769634176256672809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=2769634176256672809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2769634176256672809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2769634176256672809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/12/princess-at-work.html' title='The Princess At Work'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DcwzwwgCp1E/TvVXWEeA2AI/AAAAAAAAFxA/hXpIVO-H-UM/s72-c/Clothing+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-5533380373877858948</id><published>2011-12-23T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:02:13.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Honeymoon Is Over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you've ever moved into a brand new house, you'll know what I'm talking about. We had our house built almost 9 years ago. The first several years you go through a honeymoon&amp;nbsp;phase when everything works perfectly and the house looks great. Then things start falling apart. We're on our third water heater and second dishwasher. We need a new dishwasher, but haven't been able to bring ourselves to buy one yet. We've replaced one toilet and really need to replace the other two. The kitchen flooring needs to be replaced as well. Now the "little" things are starting to fall apart as well. Cabinet hardware, sinks, faucets, etc. It all adds up. We finally got to the point with our kitchen faucet that it had to be replaced because it started flooding&amp;nbsp;the cupboard under the sink on a regular basis. We&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;ignored the leak for months, but then it &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; started leaking. Luckily, Curt is really handy, so he did it himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our old faucet. It was&amp;nbsp;a very&amp;nbsp;basic faucet. No frills, with some plastic parts. Plastic always breaks eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8o8WaUiU4vc/TvVTLwg99wI/AAAAAAAAFwg/jOv-oOk-xCU/s1600/Faucet+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8o8WaUiU4vc/TvVTLwg99wI/AAAAAAAAFwg/jOv-oOk-xCU/s640/Faucet+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our new faucet, but much better quality. I picked it out. Brushed stainless which matches the reverse-osmosis faucet that Curt&amp;nbsp;replaced a few months ago. Plus, this one has a &lt;em&gt;sprayer&lt;/em&gt;. I've wanted a sprayer on the kitchen sink since we moved into the house. Curt bought a kit once to install one, but it didn't work properly. My dream has come true...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xx7wC7Tomho/TvVTgQ_HKVI/AAAAAAAAFw0/hCxtcYmWYPQ/s1600/Faucet+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xx7wC7Tomho/TvVTgQ_HKVI/AAAAAAAAFw0/hCxtcYmWYPQ/s640/Faucet+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Having my own built in plumber is great because&amp;nbsp;I get&amp;nbsp;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Free labor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No overcharging for parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He cleans up after himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His behind is properly covered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We're wondering what is going to break next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-5533380373877858948?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/5533380373877858948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=5533380373877858948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5533380373877858948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5533380373877858948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/12/honeymoon-is-over.html' title='The Honeymoon Is Over.'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8o8WaUiU4vc/TvVTLwg99wI/AAAAAAAAFwg/jOv-oOk-xCU/s72-c/Faucet+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-2489896712113830306</id><published>2011-12-20T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T06:03:00.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><title type='text'>Amelia's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amelia was doing something she wasn't supposed to so I told her stop. Then she started crying with big tears rolling down her cheeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm sooo sad. You madddeee meeee crrrryyyy...!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in her next breath in a completely normal voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Can I have Cheetos?"&lt;/span&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;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/6519437947706768273-2489896712113830306?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/2489896712113830306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=2489896712113830306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2489896712113830306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2489896712113830306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/12/amelias-quote-of-day_20.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-1556141530277673892</id><published>2011-12-19T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T06:19:00.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eva's Christmas Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eva's recital was on December 3rd. She played Silent Night. If you watch, you'll see her start playing, and then stop because she realized she wasn't using the pedal. She puts her foot on the pedal, then starts playing again. It didn't even phase her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid18.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fb136%2FALSpaugh%2FEvasChristmasRecital-SilentNight-December32011.mp4" height="361" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-1556141530277673892?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/1556141530277673892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-3341366745464538093</id><published>2011-12-16T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T09:26:42.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia's Favorite Christmas Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid18.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fb136%2FALSpaugh%2FAmeliaSingingHerFavoriteChristmasSong.mp4" height="361" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Song'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-8484135404988258296</id><published>2011-12-15T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:39:38.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Much Maligned Holiday Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpwLitLPOgQ/TuqQonkoLcI/AAAAAAAAFwM/sG0zoUnlJuk/s1600/Holiday-Fruit-Cake-Cheeseake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpwLitLPOgQ/TuqQonkoLcI/AAAAAAAAFwM/sG0zoUnlJuk/s1600/Holiday-Fruit-Cake-Cheeseake.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(picture from stlmag.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a confession. I &lt;strike&gt;like&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fruitcake. There, I said it. You can gasp in shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fruitcake is the butt of jokes. Fruitcake is despised and hated like nothing else.&amp;nbsp;I read&amp;nbsp;somewhere that is the most re-gifted Christmas&amp;nbsp;gift that is given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why it's so hated. I love all the candied fruit and nuts and the dense, sweet bread. Yummmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never met a fruitcake that I didn't like. There is something addictive about&amp;nbsp;it for me, like rice kripsy treats or no bake cookies. I just can't stop eating it once I start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been given fruitcake, I've bought fruitcake and I've made fruitcake, but I've never given it, because people hate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why don't people like fruitcake? What is so&amp;nbsp;inherently wrong with it that everyone seems to hate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate &amp;amp; William chose it as their wedding cake. So British. It was covered in frosting. I'd love to try that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always had a fascination and love of all things British, so maybe that's why I love fruitcake. It's in my blood, even though I don't think I have a drop of English blood in me. Curt has plenty, and he likes fruitcake too. That's why we got married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you like, love, completely&amp;nbsp;adore&amp;nbsp;or hate fruitcake? I'd love to know. I want to know if I'm alone in my love of this much maligned holiday goody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I'm just weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next on my list to try:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--y366wgeiBk/TuqRRUKQsUI/AAAAAAAAFwU/2tcWu6DfcrU/s1600/MP900423691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--y366wgeiBk/TuqRRUKQsUI/AAAAAAAAFwU/2tcWu6DfcrU/s1600/MP900423691.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;English Plum Pudding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looks heavenly...(at least to my taste buds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-8484135404988258296?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/8484135404988258296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=8484135404988258296&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8484135404988258296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8484135404988258296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/12/much-maligned-holiday-treat.html' title='A Much Maligned Holiday Treat'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpwLitLPOgQ/TuqQonkoLcI/AAAAAAAAFwM/sG0zoUnlJuk/s72-c/Holiday-Fruit-Cake-Cheeseake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-6781907765505689109</id><published>2011-12-14T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T08:41:17.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabel'/><title type='text'>Isabel's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Curt's been on a business trip this week so I've really&amp;nbsp;let the house go the last two days with everything else&amp;nbsp;I have&amp;nbsp;going on. This morning I told Isabel that I was going to clean&amp;nbsp;the house&amp;nbsp;today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isabel&amp;nbsp;motioned in Amelia's direction and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"It's too bad we can't make her our slave."&lt;/span&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;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/6519437947706768273-6781907765505689109?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/6781907765505689109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=6781907765505689109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/6781907765505689109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/6781907765505689109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/12/isabels-quote-of-day.html' title='Isabel&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-8759451952382321561</id><published>2011-12-13T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T08:33:30.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Twelve Days of Sickmas" by Eva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eva had a cold over the weekend, so she wrote this song to the tune of "The 12 Days of Christmas"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2;"&gt;My Twelve Days of Sickmas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 24.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-themecolor: text2;"&gt;(by Eva)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;On my first day of Sickmas my Mommy gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;O-o-one Na-a-sty Drink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;On my second day of Sickmas my Mommy gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Two Viruses,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;and O-o-one Na-a-sty Drink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;On my third day of Sickmas my Mommy gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Three Fevers, Two Viruses, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;and O-o-one Na-a-sty Drink!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;On my fourth day of Sickmas my Mommy gave to me:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Four Nasty pills, Three Fevers, Two Viruses, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;and O-o-one Na-a-sty Drink!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;On my fifth day of Sickmas my Mommy gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Five Weeks without Sugar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Four Nasty pills, Three Fevers, Two Viruses, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;and O-o-one Na-a-sty Drink!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;On sixth day of Sickmas my Mommy gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Six Doctor’s Checkups,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Five Weeks without Sugar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Four Nasty pills, Three Fevers, Two Viruses, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;and O-o-one Na-a-sty Drink!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;On seventh day of Sickmas my Mommy gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Seven Skin Diseases, Six Doctor’s Checkups,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Five Weeks without Sugar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Four Nasty pills, Three Fevers, Two Viruses, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;and O-o-one Na-a-sty Drink!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;On eighth day of Sickmas my Mommy gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Eight Days Stuck Inside, Seven Skin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Diseases, Six Doctor’s Checkups,&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Five Weeks without Sugar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Four Nasty pills, Three Fevers, Two Viruses, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;and O-o-one Na-a-sty Drink!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;On my ninth day of Sickmas my Mommy gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Nine Painful Shots, Eight Days Stuck Inside,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Seven Skin Diseases, Six Doctor’s Checkups,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Five Weeks without Sugar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Four Nasty pills, Three Fevers, Two Viruses, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;and O-o-one Na-a-sty Drink!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;On my tenth day of Sickmas my Mommy gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Ten Hours of Puking, Nine Painful Shots, Eight Days Stuck Inside,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Seven Skin Diseases, Six Doctor’s Checkups,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Five Weeks without Sugar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Four Nasty pills, Three Fevers, Two Viruses&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;and O-o-one Na-a-sty Drink!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;On my eleventh day of Sickmas my Mommy gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Eleven Showers a Day, Ten Hours of Puking, Nine Painful Shots,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Eight Days Stuck Inside, Seven Skin Diseases, Six Doctor’s Checkups,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Five Weeks without Sugar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Four Nasty pills, Three Fevers, Two Viruses, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;and O-o-one Na-a-sty Drink!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;On my twelfth day of Sickmas my Mommy gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Twelve Nights of Croup, Eleven Showers a Day,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ten Hours of Puking, Nine Painful Shots, Eight Days Stuck Inside, Seven Skin Diseases, Six Doctor’s Checkups,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Five Weeks without Sugar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Four Nasty pills, Three Fevers, Two Viruses, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;and O-o-one Na-a-sty Drink!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c00000; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-8759451952382321561?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/8759451952382321561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=8759451952382321561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8759451952382321561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8759451952382321561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-twelve-days-of-sickmas-by-eva.html' title='&quot;My Twelve Days of Sickmas&quot; by Eva'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-5591750031024055318</id><published>2011-12-12T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:09:01.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><title type='text'>Amelia's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amelia: I'm looking for Daddy's green iPhone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eva: You don't have Dad's permission to use his iPhone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amelia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I'm looking for Daddy's permission."&lt;/span&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/6519437947706768273-5591750031024055318?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/5591750031024055318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=5591750031024055318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5591750031024055318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5591750031024055318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/12/amelias-quote-of-day.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-3092989108616591253</id><published>2011-12-11T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T10:47:30.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Busy, Busy, Busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHMvYBpzOC8/TuTwFoigylI/AAAAAAAAFwE/pvu6HG_4u3Y/s1600/Wrapping+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="524" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHMvYBpzOC8/TuTwFoigylI/AAAAAAAAFwE/pvu6HG_4u3Y/s1600/Wrapping+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Isabel wrapped this gift for Amelia. It looks like a huge salt water taffy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've been SO busy lately, I've had no time to blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First of all, there is the normal, everyday&amp;nbsp;stuff (in no particular order):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I'm just taking one day at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not complaining (well, maybe just a little bit), just explaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-3092989108616591253?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/3092989108616591253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=3092989108616591253&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/3092989108616591253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/3092989108616591253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-busy-busy-busy.html' title='Just Busy, Busy, Busy!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHMvYBpzOC8/TuTwFoigylI/AAAAAAAAFwE/pvu6HG_4u3Y/s72-c/Wrapping+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-4319486014664303703</id><published>2011-12-01T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:09:32.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><title type='text'>Amelia's Conversation of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia: Those candy canes are for the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: I don't want to put them on the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amelia: Because people won't leave them alone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia: Because&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; won't leave them alone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Exactly!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-4319486014664303703?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/4319486014664303703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=4319486014664303703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/4319486014664303703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/4319486014664303703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/12/amelias-conversation-of-day.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Conversation of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-8441947823718923595</id><published>2011-11-28T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T07:08:45.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breakfast'/><title type='text'>Nourishing Traditions &amp; Soaked Grain Whole Wheat Pancakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nourishing-Traditions-Cookbook-Challenges-Politically/dp/1417665114/ref=tmm_hrd_title_0?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1320855127&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_vgelN0_PnA/Trqn9kwgJeI/AAAAAAAAFp0/mvU1TU3WGyQ/s400/Nourishing+Traditions+2.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It changed the way I view food; what is healthy, what isn't and proper preparation. I'm a&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;far&lt;/em&gt; cry from perfect, but it's a step-by-step process. It's hard to completely change the way you eat overnight. I'm making small steps. I'm not going to go over everything in the book, you really&amp;nbsp;need read it if you haven't already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing the book stresses is proper preparation of your grains. First of all, you should eat whole grains, that's a given. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page 25: "We recommend the use of a variety of whole grains but with an important caveat. Phosphorus in the bran of whole grains is tied up in a substance called phytic acid. Phytic acid combines with iron, calcium, magnesium, copper and zinc in the intestinal tract, blocking their absorption. Whole grains also contain enzyme inhibitors that can interfere with digestion. Traditional societies usually soak or ferment their grains before eating them, a processes that neutralize phytates and enzyme inhibitors and, in effect, predigest grains so that all of their nutrients are more available. Sprouting, overnight soaking and old-fashioned sour leavening can accomplish this important pre-digestion process in our own kitchens. Many people who are allergic to grains will tolerate them well when they are prepared according to these procedures."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So when I think about it and plan ahead, instead of&amp;nbsp;making normal white flour&amp;nbsp;pancakes (which are so yummy but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bad for me) or plain whole wheat pancakes, which are somewhat better but not the best&amp;nbsp;I could make,&amp;nbsp;I make soaked grain whole wheat pancakes, which have a much better texture and taste than non-soaked whole wheat pancakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ui_8KvFFg7E/TtRyeFfgQNI/AAAAAAAAFv8/p4NjcJOQtcI/s1600/Pancakes+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ui_8KvFFg7E/TtRyeFfgQNI/AAAAAAAAFv8/p4NjcJOQtcI/s1600/Pancakes+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soaked Grain Whole Wheat Buttermilk Pancakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 to 24 hours before you want to make pancakes combine the following in a bowl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 cups whole wheat flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 1/2 cups buttermilk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Cover with plastic wrap and let it sit on the counter for 12-24 hours (the longer the better). The top layer might become a gray color, but it's nothing to worry about. If you don't like it, then take it off before you mix in the other ingredients. The resulting mixture will be a soft dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix into the buttermilk/flour mixture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredients"&gt;2 eggs, beaten well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredients"&gt;2 tablespoons butter, melted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredients"&gt;2 tablespoons honey or Sucanat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredients"&gt;2 teaspoons aluminum-free baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredients"&gt;2 teaspoons baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredients"&gt;1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredients"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredients"&gt;1/2 teaspoon unrefined salt (I used Real Salt brand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredients"&gt;1. Let the pancake batter sit for 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredients"&gt;2. Grease a skillet or pan with either butter or coconut oil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredients"&gt;3. Drop the batter by 1/4 cupfuls that has been set on medium heat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredients"&gt;4. Serve with real butter and a natural sweetener (real maple syrup, honey, fruit-only&amp;nbsp;jams/jellies).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredients"&gt;5. Refrigerate any leftovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-8441947823718923595?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/8441947823718923595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=8441947823718923595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8441947823718923595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8441947823718923595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/11/recipe-soaked-grain-whole-wheat.html' title='Nourishing Traditions &amp; Soaked Grain Whole Wheat Pancakes'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_vgelN0_PnA/Trqn9kwgJeI/AAAAAAAAFp0/mvU1TU3WGyQ/s72-c/Nourishing+Traditions+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-8314983628491069436</id><published>2011-11-25T09:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:17:41.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eva'/><title type='text'>Eva's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I can't believe you're letting us have pumpkin pie for breakfast! You're turning into an awesome mom!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-8314983628491069436?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/8314983628491069436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=8314983628491069436&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8314983628491069436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8314983628491069436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/11/evas-quote-of-day_25.html' title='Eva&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-1841497003907523977</id><published>2011-11-24T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T16:01:33.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thanksgiving Food Pyramid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A0F2ecuhztE/Ts2S97xlq3I/AAAAAAAAFv0/cSyeoOcJNYg/s1600/Thanksgiving-food-pyramid1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="596" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A0F2ecuhztE/Ts2S97xlq3I/AAAAAAAAFv0/cSyeoOcJNYg/s1600/Thanksgiving-food-pyramid1.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My thoughts exactly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-1841497003907523977?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/1841497003907523977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=1841497003907523977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/1841497003907523977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/1841497003907523977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-food-pyramid.html' title='The Thanksgiving Food Pyramid'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A0F2ecuhztE/Ts2S97xlq3I/AAAAAAAAFv0/cSyeoOcJNYg/s72-c/Thanksgiving-food-pyramid1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-7053407141425174779</id><published>2011-11-23T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T16:39:44.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Prep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the first year in four years that we aren't having family for Thanksgiving. It's weird but nice at the same time. We almost never go anywhere for Thanksgiving. The last time we went somewhere Eva was only two, so that was&amp;nbsp;six years ago. It's nice to stay home and relax. No last minute laundry and packing, crazy airports and long drives. I love sleeping in my own bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent the day cooking. I always bake the pies and everything else I can the day before. It just makes it so much&amp;nbsp;easier. We always have dinner around noon on Thanksgiving Day. I can't imagine baking all the pies on Thanksgiving morning plus everything else. I'd have to start at midnight to get it all done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eMMy9UvD28w/Ts2OrFM_bxI/AAAAAAAAFus/ucy7yKGWw3s/s1600/Prep+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eMMy9UvD28w/Ts2OrFM_bxI/AAAAAAAAFus/ucy7yKGWw3s/s1600/Prep+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Eva was about&amp;nbsp;this age, she stirred everything for me when I was making pies that year. Amelia did the same for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXFaoj4iIyo/Ts2OwJb9ntI/AAAAAAAAFu0/ILO1K5turgc/s1600/Prep+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXFaoj4iIyo/Ts2OwJb9ntI/AAAAAAAAFu0/ILO1K5turgc/s1600/Prep+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4c2hS8dCWqk/Ts2O0qi1AWI/AAAAAAAAFu8/CghmFBwqZNQ/s1600/Prep+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4c2hS8dCWqk/Ts2O0qi1AWI/AAAAAAAAFu8/CghmFBwqZNQ/s1600/Prep+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum...Amelia keeps asking for a "small piece of pie". Isabel and Eva keep talking about how good they look. Isabel asked me to put them away so that they wouldn't tempt her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Csp0b98F9e4/Ts2O30jjS4I/AAAAAAAAFvE/OkmLQemHvc4/s1600/Prep+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Csp0b98F9e4/Ts2O30jjS4I/AAAAAAAAFvE/OkmLQemHvc4/s1600/Prep+4.jpg" width="552" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually remember to defrost the turkey in the fridge for several days before Thanksgiving. This year, I forgot. At least there's a fairly quick and safe way to do it in cold water. Still, it took 8 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yRRfJrVNs4/Ts2O815UiQI/AAAAAAAAFvM/cSKVGzfMwkQ/s1600/Prep+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_yRRfJrVNs4/Ts2O815UiQI/AAAAAAAAFvM/cSKVGzfMwkQ/s1600/Prep+5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm...homemade cranberry sauce. I can't stand the canned stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RT_2ZEjUAjc/Ts2PAG1ZKAI/AAAAAAAAFvU/RVpjNdOfGEk/s1600/Prep+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RT_2ZEjUAjc/Ts2PAG1ZKAI/AAAAAAAAFvU/RVpjNdOfGEk/s1600/Prep+10.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of ballet going on today. She's got a mild cold but it's not stopping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OUATC33dwrA/Ts2PEmaUUoI/AAAAAAAAFvc/SFQEsbEx8ho/s1600/Prep+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OUATC33dwrA/Ts2PEmaUUoI/AAAAAAAAFvc/SFQEsbEx8ho/s1600/Prep+6.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the dinosaurs are getting ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZAt8UuUMCI/Ts2PJXX_i3I/AAAAAAAAFvk/jOpzza-bvG4/s1600/Prep+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZAt8UuUMCI/Ts2PJXX_i3I/AAAAAAAAFvk/jOpzza-bvG4/s1600/Prep+9.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinosaur turkey. How cute is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OsFQuoJRmI/Ts2PNHJA8-I/AAAAAAAAFvs/AtDo0uI7jOI/s1600/Prep+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OsFQuoJRmI/Ts2PNHJA8-I/AAAAAAAAFvs/AtDo0uI7jOI/s1600/Prep+8.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning I was standing at the sink washing dishes. Amelia walked up behind me, hugged my legs and said "Merry Christmas mama!" in her sweet little voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't get better than that. It made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/6519437947706768273-7053407141425174779?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/7053407141425174779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=7053407141425174779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7053407141425174779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7053407141425174779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-prep.html' title='Thanksgiving Prep'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eMMy9UvD28w/Ts2OrFM_bxI/AAAAAAAAFus/ucy7yKGWw3s/s72-c/Prep+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-9141198351036222643</id><published>2011-11-18T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T17:12:30.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning when we dropped Isabel off at school Amelia asked me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Is this Isabel's 'Charm School'?"&lt;/span&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/6519437947706768273-9141198351036222643?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/9141198351036222643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=9141198351036222643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/9141198351036222643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/9141198351036222643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/11/amelias-quote-of-day.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-7581950020412883526</id><published>2011-11-16T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T09:29:53.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Room For Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Wednesday night my sister Lydia flew in from California to spend a few days with us and go on a&amp;nbsp;short girl's trip with me&amp;nbsp;to St. George Utah. Lydia had never been there before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot my camera so she took all of the pictures with her camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights from Friday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jamba Juice Pumpkin Smash&amp;nbsp;Smoothies. It's like drinking a pumpkin pie, without the crust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8S-kmyCyPU/TsPiS4M_4sI/AAAAAAAAFq0/ghNDyZ_Bn2Y/s1600/038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8S-kmyCyPU/TsPiS4M_4sI/AAAAAAAAFq0/ghNDyZ_Bn2Y/s1600/038.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Jacob Hamblin Home. It was my third time there. I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; it there. It has such special spirit. Jacob Hamblin was inducted into the Cowboy Hall of Fame for riding over 30,000&amp;nbsp;miles on horseback among other accomplishments. He was a friend to the many&amp;nbsp;Native American&amp;nbsp;tribes in Utah as well as surrounding states. He learned over 15 different Native American languages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information about him &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacob_Hamblin"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctMgvjQ7JPY/TsPisZEFpFI/AAAAAAAAFq8/FqXTK-VRQJs/s1600/016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctMgvjQ7JPY/TsPisZEFpFI/AAAAAAAAFq8/FqXTK-VRQJs/s1600/016.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best fresh strawberry pie either of us had ever had...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnXM9NDWWlI/TsPi1Zj2x_I/AAAAAAAAFrE/5rcXopytMKw/s1600/040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mnXM9NDWWlI/TsPi1Zj2x_I/AAAAAAAAFrE/5rcXopytMKw/s1600/040.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...from this little bakery that had just opened. That was our lunch. We went back the next day and bought a whole pie to take home. Now I need to figure out how to re-create it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9D-hMaXbK8/TsPjFnPPV3I/AAAAAAAAFrM/FpgOvMQadnM/s1600/019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9D-hMaXbK8/TsPjFnPPV3I/AAAAAAAAFrM/FpgOvMQadnM/s1600/019.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Brigham Young winter home. This is the second time I've been there. It turns out that the oldest daughter of the missionary couple that was giving tours married the son of family friends. It's a small world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia also saw her first polygamist family there. They were on a tour as well. We talked a lot&amp;nbsp;about polygamy while&amp;nbsp;Lydia was here. It's an interesting topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2vcNe1UEvBA/TsPjSbyVqFI/AAAAAAAAFrU/RcYmK-f1_yM/s1600/012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2vcNe1UEvBA/TsPjSbyVqFI/AAAAAAAAFrU/RcYmK-f1_yM/s1600/012.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Tabernacle. Finished in 1875. It was the first time I'd ever been there. So much history, I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0937EwbPveE/TsPjacz5ULI/AAAAAAAAFrc/vJ_YRvAtQUo/s1600/009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0937EwbPveE/TsPjacz5ULI/AAAAAAAAFrc/vJ_YRvAtQUo/s1600/009.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The St. George Temple. So beautiful. I hope that one day I'll be able to go through it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8NKxRmIRUw/TsPjkqaZUTI/AAAAAAAAFrk/N6gYF0ShHUU/s1600/005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l8NKxRmIRUw/TsPjkqaZUTI/AAAAAAAAFrk/N6gYF0ShHUU/s1600/005.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cracker Barrel for dinner! They don't have them in California or Nevada. St. George is the closest one. We were in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_6GATFz7f0/TsPj00iXphI/AAAAAAAAFr0/JvJRebF2CQg/s1600/062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_6GATFz7f0/TsPj00iXphI/AAAAAAAAFr0/JvJRebF2CQg/s1600/062.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both had the fish fry. I had cod and she had catfish. Yummy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sxm1KNy03dY/TsPj4KW2UeI/AAAAAAAAFr8/bVpNh0sf9Y8/s1600/058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sxm1KNy03dY/TsPj4KW2UeI/AAAAAAAAFr8/bVpNh0sf9Y8/s1600/058.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping at the Cracker Barrel store. They have so many neat things. I bought candy for our gingerbread house. They have a lot of old fashioned candies like that ones that we used as children for our gingerbread house every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLie9wrvvS0/TsPj691_SCI/AAAAAAAAFsE/5YLu47ZuYBQ/s1600/056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLie9wrvvS0/TsPj691_SCI/AAAAAAAAFsE/5YLu47ZuYBQ/s1600/056.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We finally made it to the hotel. We didn't get to sleep until about 2:00 a.m. We couldn't stop gabbing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro9vigDkiJw/TsPj-rVi7QI/AAAAAAAAFsM/jC9lvqO0qBc/s1600/024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ro9vigDkiJw/TsPj-rVi7QI/AAAAAAAAFsM/jC9lvqO0qBc/s1600/024.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our late night snack. Apple pie caramel apples from the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory. So addictive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ayyhl45_cLA/TsPkGBsBlOI/AAAAAAAAFsU/bLlCuqtvX3U/s1600/051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ayyhl45_cLA/TsPkGBsBlOI/AAAAAAAAFsU/bLlCuqtvX3U/s1600/051.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Highlights from Saturday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided we wanted to go to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. It was literally right across the street from our hotel. We didn't plan it that&amp;nbsp;way, it just happened. It's fate I tell you, fate. We got&amp;nbsp;up at 6:30 a.m. (5:30 a.m.&amp;nbsp;to our bodies) to make it to breakfast before &lt;a href="http://www.tofw.com/"&gt;Time Out For Women&lt;/a&gt; started. That's how much we love Cracker Barrel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-SIAkyJqE0/TsPpSp-lfnI/AAAAAAAAFsc/_EhLJWF6HOk/s1600/052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H-SIAkyJqE0/TsPpSp-lfnI/AAAAAAAAFsc/_EhLJWF6HOk/s1600/052.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4FSHAOqIQE/TsPpUF09xvI/AAAAAAAAFsk/uB-oiy8TROg/s1600/054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4FSHAOqIQE/TsPpUF09xvI/AAAAAAAAFsk/uB-oiy8TROg/s1600/054.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HmKQsy2oYy0/TsPpVehXMdI/AAAAAAAAFss/0EqekRx-7Eo/s1600/050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HmKQsy2oYy0/TsPpVehXMdI/AAAAAAAAFss/0EqekRx-7Eo/s1600/050.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are walking to Time Out For Women. See what happens to your behind when you eat at Cracker Barrel twice in less than 18 hours? Actually, those are our purses, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl7EI2zyN_E/TsPprHxCDNI/AAAAAAAAFs0/RCGySGDrv8A/s1600/043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gl7EI2zyN_E/TsPprHxCDNI/AAAAAAAAFs0/RCGySGDrv8A/s1600/043.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Time Out For Women. It was awesome. They had &lt;a href="http://deseretbook.com/timeout/presenter/418"&gt;Hiliary Weeks&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://deseretbook.com/timeout/presenter/48"&gt;Brad Wilcox &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://deseretbook.com/timeout/presenter/20088"&gt;Mariama Kollon&lt;/a&gt; among others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariama's story is amazing. I heard her speak at a Stake Women's Retreat a few years ago. Her life makes mine look like a piece of cake, and she's so happy, full of love and forgiveness. It's amazing. Hiliary Weeks is a songwriter and singer. I've enjoyed her music for years. I remember Brad Wilcox speaking at a Youth Conference when I was 17. He's a great speaker. I can't even count how many times I teared up during the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e4VeDHGRWn4/TsPpv5TL3XI/AAAAAAAAFs8/0bxpCNiiS0o/s1600/036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e4VeDHGRWn4/TsPpv5TL3XI/AAAAAAAAFs8/0bxpCNiiS0o/s1600/036.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arby's for lunch. Beef&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; cheddar sandwiches and jalapeno poppers. Lydia and I&amp;nbsp;share a lot of the same tastes in food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LquzmbRTTHc/TsPquD_xisI/AAAAAAAAFt0/XJsC8mqHnnw/s1600/021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LquzmbRTTHc/TsPquD_xisI/AAAAAAAAFt0/XJsC8mqHnnw/s1600/021.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More Time Out For Women...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VOnFvmlpB88/TsPqw6xbqrI/AAAAAAAAFt8/XinrC_gm9U8/s1600/037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VOnFvmlpB88/TsPqw6xbqrI/AAAAAAAAFt8/XinrC_gm9U8/s1600/037.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Hiliary Weeks. Not only is she an amazing singer, she's hilariously funny! I laughed and laughed. Then I bought her new CD that just hit #6 on the Christian Billboards. We have several of her Cd's and they are all great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fgTvUiwDoE/TsPq4CTfn2I/AAAAAAAAFuM/C2q3KkQf_YE/s1600/034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4fgTvUiwDoE/TsPq4CTfn2I/AAAAAAAAFuM/C2q3KkQf_YE/s1600/034.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are, you can barely see us, but maybe that's a good thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-c7CM14slY/TsPrLFoR7fI/AAAAAAAAFuU/kiF9RpvnlH8/s1600/027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-c7CM14slY/TsPrLFoR7fI/AAAAAAAAFuU/kiF9RpvnlH8/s1600/027.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we stopped at Starbucks among other places for some yummy blended creams. They are frappuccino's without the coffee. I never go to Starbucks unless I'm with Lydia. She knows all the ropes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZVdkLcLpZk/TsPuJWuqDoI/AAAAAAAAFuc/6XjfqlhRC_g/s1600/002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZVdkLcLpZk/TsPuJWuqDoI/AAAAAAAAFuc/6XjfqlhRC_g/s1600/002.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We drove home. I thought Amelia would be excited to see me. She passed me right by, said "Where's Aunt Lydia?" and made a beeline right for her. I'm a second class citizen when Aunt Lydia is here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The rest of the time Lydia was here we mainly hung around the house, relaxed and ate. It was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And somehow I lost a pound while she﻿ was here. I have no clue how that happened, but it did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia&amp;nbsp;left yesterday afternoon, right after Curt left for a business trip to San Diego. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'm alone with the girls. It's very quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are crossing our fingers that Aunt Lydia and Uncle Rick will come for Thanksgiving, but we aren't holding our breaths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-7581950020412883526?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/7581950020412883526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=7581950020412883526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7581950020412883526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7581950020412883526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/11/save-room-for-pie.html' title='Save Room For Pie'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8S-kmyCyPU/TsPiS4M_4sI/AAAAAAAAFq0/ghNDyZ_Bn2Y/s72-c/038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-7529436374536773341</id><published>2011-11-10T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T06:36:42.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Funny &amp;  So True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was&amp;nbsp;four the movie &lt;em&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/em&gt; was re-released into the theater. I remember my mom taking me to see it. I absolutely loved it. That was my first exposure to a Disney Princess, and not my last. Later on I was given a record of the soundtrack. I played it for years and had all&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;the songs memorized. I think I still have it around here somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Several new princesses have popped up over the years. Amelia &lt;strike&gt;loves&lt;/strike&gt; is obsessed with princesses, Disney and Barbie both. She wears princess dresses all day long and watches a princess movie on an&amp;nbsp;almost&amp;nbsp;daily basis. She dances and sings to princess songs every day. I love that she is so happy in her little world of make believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not long ago I ran across a link to this on facebook I believe, and I found it to be so true and so funny at the same time. As a child you don't think about the fact that the sole purpose of a princess is to marry the prince, at all costs. It's all about the sparkly dresses, beautiful hair and the cute little animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of &lt;em&gt;Ariel, The Little Mermaid,&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;is especially&amp;nbsp;disturbing. I remember when it came out and my mom wasn't thrilled &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;with the message that the movie sends. At the time I didn't understand why, I was only 15. Now I completely "get it". Isabel gets it and she's only 14, but she's&amp;nbsp;very mature for her age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_OsZ6z2bog/Trq6blyDfuI/AAAAAAAAFp8/4Ex51dmg5XM/s1600/Princesses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="526" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_OsZ6z2bog/Trq6blyDfuI/AAAAAAAAFp8/4Ex51dmg5XM/s1600/Princesses.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not going to take away Amelia's princess dresses, movies, music&amp;nbsp;or discourage her from her make believe. She's three. One day when she's older&amp;nbsp;she'll "get it" too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope that one day&amp;nbsp;she will marry&amp;nbsp;her &lt;em&gt;prince charming&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;em&gt;live happily ever after&lt;/em&gt;, in the &lt;strong&gt;real world&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course that will take place &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; she's finished college, gone on a mission and had some time working in a career that she loves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-7529436374536773341?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/7529436374536773341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=7529436374536773341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7529436374536773341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7529436374536773341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-funny-so-true.html' title='So Funny &amp;  So True'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_OsZ6z2bog/Trq6blyDfuI/AAAAAAAAFp8/4Ex51dmg5XM/s72-c/Princesses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-3064153515547324285</id><published>2011-11-09T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T06:53:18.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miracle Of Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom shared this with me. It's incredible. This is just one tiny aspect of our world and so amazing. How can you not believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/27920977?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/27920977"&gt;Life of flowers&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/vorobyoff"&gt;VOROBYOFF PRODUCTION&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-3064153515547324285?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/3064153515547324285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=3064153515547324285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/3064153515547324285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/3064153515547324285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/11/miracle-of-creation.html' title='The Miracle Of Creation'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-3476390712731513541</id><published>2011-11-08T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:11:18.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eva'/><title type='text'>Eva's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week my sister Lydia is coming for a visit. YAY!!! On Friday we're driving to St. George to have&amp;nbsp;some fun. Eva asked me what we are going to do there. I told her that we are going to &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://deseretbook.com/timeout"&gt;Time Out For Women&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She asked me, in all seriousness:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"You're putting yourself in time out?"&lt;/span&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;em&gt;﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-3476390712731513541?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/3476390712731513541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=3476390712731513541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/3476390712731513541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/3476390712731513541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/11/evas-quote-of-day.html' title='Eva&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-7430173495450264330</id><published>2011-11-07T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:50:34.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm&lt;em&gt; finally&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;putting this on my blog. Isabel's Philharmonic Orchestra had their Halloween Concert on October 18th at 6:30 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel wasn't happy with the way that they&amp;nbsp;sounded that night. I agree that it wasn't their best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serendipity Suite&lt;/em&gt; by Richard Meyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid18.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fb136%2FALSpaugh%2FARockinHalloween-October182011.mp4" height="361" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Rockin Halloween&lt;/em&gt; arranged by Michael Story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid18.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fb136%2FALSpaugh%2FSerediptitySuite-October182011.mp4" height="361" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel had a viola solo. Her friend Syndee accompanied her on the piano. She played Mozart's Divertimento in C Major, First Movement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid18.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fb136%2FALSpaugh%2FHalloweenConcert-IsabelsSolo3-October182011MP4.mp4" height="361" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After it was over Isabel asked Amelia if she played well at the concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amelia told her, "Yeah, I didn't cover my ears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-7430173495450264330?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/7430173495450264330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=7430173495450264330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7430173495450264330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7430173495450264330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-concert.html' title='Halloween Concert'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-2802290048881037749</id><published>2011-11-05T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T07:04:25.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse Of Things To Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should have known this was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday Amelia was watching me very closely while I was putting make-up on. She kept asking questions about the names of different products. She went on and on about how she wanted to wear makeup too. She's always liked make-up and went through a phase of sneaking into my room and putting on lip gloss every chance she got. I thought she was past that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday afternoon she came downstairs and announced: "Look, I did a makeover!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she did a fairly decent job for a three-year-old. She ended up with some mascara on her lashes, lip gloss on her lips and blush (eyeshadow) on the apples of her cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gJNHPe9zL58/Tq8fem8M5uI/AAAAAAAAFoE/n83hgv-ggX8/s1600/Makeover+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gJNHPe9zL58/Tq8fem8M5uI/AAAAAAAAFoE/n83hgv-ggX8/s1600/Makeover+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a little chat with her about not getting into my make-up. At least she tried to put the lids on, put everything back in the drawer and closed it. A lot of the powdered&amp;nbsp;eyeshadow ended up on the carpet. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgH8deMU7Js/Tq8flIJdIwI/AAAAAAAAFoU/TaCK86eer-s/s1600/Makeover+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgH8deMU7Js/Tq8flIJdIwI/AAAAAAAAFoU/TaCK86eer-s/s1600/Makeover+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Thursday afternoon&amp;nbsp;she came downstairs with several cut ribbons. She had gotten into my sewing basket and&amp;nbsp;used my pinking shears&amp;nbsp;to cut some of my ribbon because she wanted bows in her hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had another chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later that day&amp;nbsp;I was in Eva's room when Amelia walked in and we both smelled nail polish. She had opened a bottle of my nail polish, put it on her nails, put the lid back on and put it back in my drawer. Amazingly she didn't make a mess, and she did a pretty good job of painting her nails too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I might have to put the baby proof door knob thingy back on our door and keep it closed at all times, like before, as&amp;nbsp;well as put all the scissors in a locked safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She learned to use scissors this week, because I finally decided to&amp;nbsp;let her use them sitting at the counter while being supervised at all times. Then she started talking about hair cutting while she was using the scissors. I'm very afraid of where this is going. Sometimes Eva or Isabel will leave scissors lying around and Amelia finds them. She's always been good about bringing them to me.&amp;nbsp;I'm just waiting for her to come downstairs to show off her butchered hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took her to the salon for a little trim yesterday afternoon. I hope I won't be visiting there again soon. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4EcjeNxP7ZI/Tq8fh1Tm84I/AAAAAAAAFoM/M8g92PxzmdY/s1600/Makeover+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4EcjeNxP7ZI/Tq8fh1Tm84I/AAAAAAAAFoM/M8g92PxzmdY/s1600/Makeover+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's going to be the daughter that spends hours in the bathroom getting ready and making us late when she's older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-2802290048881037749?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/2802290048881037749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=2802290048881037749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2802290048881037749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2802290048881037749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/11/glimpse-of-things-to-come.html' title='A Glimpse Of Things To Come'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gJNHPe9zL58/Tq8fem8M5uI/AAAAAAAAFoE/n83hgv-ggX8/s72-c/Makeover+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-231693807704027374</id><published>2011-11-04T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T08:14:56.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassing Moment #622...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The phone rings. I look at the caller ID. I see Curt's cellphone number. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I answer the phone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Yo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't Curt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was another building scheduler in our Stake. She&amp;nbsp;laughed.&amp;nbsp;Her phone&amp;nbsp;number is&amp;nbsp;almost identical to Curt's. &amp;nbsp;Luckily, I've worked with her for a long time and I know her, or it would have been even more embarrassing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/6519437947706768273-231693807704027374?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/231693807704027374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=231693807704027374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/231693807704027374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/231693807704027374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/11/embarrassing-moment-622.html' title='Embarrassing Moment #622...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-191821848394840405</id><published>2011-11-03T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T08:14:13.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Halloween...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The evening didn't start off so well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amelia's pumpkin threw up all over the wall and sidewalk. I&amp;nbsp;had to scrub the wall and sidewalk the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fb7PdwmGLVU/TrMYb7Av1jI/AAAAAAAAFos/9pHMXSfsJ64/s1600/Halloween+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fb7PdwmGLVU/TrMYb7Av1jI/AAAAAAAAFos/9pHMXSfsJ64/s1600/Halloween+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Curt and Isabel created a graveyard in our front yard. We bought a fog machine this year, which gave our yard a cool&amp;nbsp;eeriness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hl9INP8zc7I/TrMYg_jYewI/AAAAAAAAFo0/J6GeJ_28hTE/s1600/Halloween+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hl9INP8zc7I/TrMYg_jYewI/AAAAAAAAFo0/J6GeJ_28hTE/s1600/Halloween+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My beautiful family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PLSaNdexoU/TrMYkbE7tfI/AAAAAAAAFo8/oGpvefNymWw/s1600/Halloween+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PLSaNdexoU/TrMYkbE7tfI/AAAAAAAAFo8/oGpvefNymWw/s1600/Halloween+4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel had decided not to go trick or treating this year. She dressed up as a hick for the trunk-or-treat, and did end up getting a little candy when she saw 16 and 17-year-olds making the rounds. On Halloween night she put a cape on and at the last minute decided to walk down a couple of streets in our neighborhood. Then later some friends of hers came by and she went out and trick-or-treated a little bit. She also bought a bag of Kit Kats for herself because she didn't want to miss out on all the chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eva went through so many costumes before she finally decided. At first, she was going to be a queen. Then a bee, a fairy, a corpse bride and finally decided to be Supergirl at the last minute. We had all of these costumes already. We've kept almost every Halloween costume&amp;nbsp;we've ever had.&amp;nbsp;Too many choices I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OptzWY0jUW8/TrMYoM81gFI/AAAAAAAAFpE/IocA03niutY/s1600/Halloween+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OptzWY0jUW8/TrMYoM81gFI/AAAAAAAAFpE/IocA03niutY/s1600/Halloween+2.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amelia was a queen for the trunk-or-treat, but then decided to be Supergirl on Halloween. Something about wearing a cape and running at top speed is very appealing. Also, it might have something to do with the fact that her queen crown fell into&amp;nbsp;a toilet at the trunk-or-treat and was thrown away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BrWgV8qe1go/TrMYrV1e9RI/AAAAAAAAFpM/IeSvCK693_0/s1600/Halloween+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BrWgV8qe1go/TrMYrV1e9RI/AAAAAAAAFpM/IeSvCK693_0/s1600/Halloween+5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All their loot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel has&amp;nbsp;a very small pile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eva isn't happy because&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;pile of candy (on the left) she can't eat. It's full of corn syrup. She can only eat the pile on the right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For some reason Amelia got more candy than Eva. &lt;em&gt;Daddy and Mommy Tax&lt;/em&gt; were taken out.&amp;nbsp;She's in a very high tax bracket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEg_U-LWT1w/TrMYwFWNtQI/AAAAAAAAFpU/z7OYqH80c8M/s1600/Halloween+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEg_U-LWT1w/TrMYwFWNtQI/AAAAAAAAFpU/z7OYqH80c8M/s1600/Halloween+6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; too much chocolate in the house right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-191821848394840405?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/191821848394840405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=191821848394840405&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/191821848394840405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/191821848394840405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-halloween.html' title='Our Halloween...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fb7PdwmGLVU/TrMYb7Av1jI/AAAAAAAAFos/9pHMXSfsJ64/s72-c/Halloween+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-583361227922138599</id><published>2011-11-03T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T18:22:44.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The morning after Halloween, as soon as I took the girls to school, I spent 2 1/2 hours taking down all the decorations and cleaning the front yard/porch. I'm glad it's done. I really enjoy Halloween, but no matter how it's done, Halloween decorations are by nature tacky, so leaving them up for even an extra day wasn't going to set well with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Winter is here, I think. We don't really have a fall. One day (usually around Halloween) it's in the 80's and the next morning it gets down into the 30's and it's cold. The leaves don't turn pretty colors and fall off of the trees. They just die, fall off and blow away one day. I really miss fall. I want to move somewhere that has fall. I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fall, it's my favorite season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm starting to stock up for Thanksgiving dinner. A little here and a little there is easier than one big shopping trip. I'm thinking about getting the turkey this week, because we have the big freezer now with plenty of room and I found turkeys for 59 cents per pound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; I feel like I just cooked Thanksgiving dinner. I can't believe another year is almost gone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At least this year I know we won't get stuck in a little town of California flying Lydia and Rick back to their home after making an emergency landing in the fog, with icing in the wings and oxygen deprivation going on. That was scary. I don't want a repeat of that&lt;a href="http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-scary-crazy-excellent-adventure.html"&gt; event&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Just thinking about it makes me scared. I haven't flown in a small plane since that happened, and I don't know that I ever will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm dejunking Amelia's closet, again. She doesn't have enough room in her tiny dresser so I want to be able to hang up not only her dresses and skirts, but all of her tops. And I need room to store a few bins with clothing passed down from Eva.  Half of the closet has been full of Halloween costumes and I need that space. We are using the attic now to store some things so they will probably end up there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was going through some baby things today. I found Isabel and Eva's first shoes and Amelia's blessing outfit. I can't believe they were that tiny at one time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My house is a wreck right now. When I focus on one area (like a closet), then the rest of the house blows up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are trying to find a home for Eva's Fiddler crabs. Their food stinks to high heaven and I can't stand it anymore. It all began when Isabel decided she didn't want her goldfish anymore. She gave them to Eva. Eva put them in her bowl with her other fish. Then we had an extra fish bowl, so we thought it would be cool to get a couple of fiddler crabs. We got two male crabs and put them in the bowl with their stinky food. I did research &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; we got them and found out that they need a lot of water and sand, not rocks. So I bought a 5.5 gallon tank and sand, thinking that it wouldn't stink as much. Wrong! So that morphed into me needing to get a filter for their tank. I got one today and put it in there and realized it wouldn't work. So we decided to get rid of the fiddler crabs and keep the tank for Eva's three goldfish. She won't have to clean a goldfish bowl every week now, which is good. And her room doesn't stink like dried shrimp anymore. Ewww...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If I can't find a home for them, I'm taking them back to Wal-mart and will leave them there without getting my money back if I have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-583361227922138599?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/583361227922138599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=583361227922138599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/583361227922138599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/583361227922138599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-2028391058605403402</id><published>2011-11-02T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:07:42.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Main Dishes'/><title type='text'>Recipe: Whole Wheat Penne With Savory Pumpkin Sauce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hPfuM0yx1PI/TrH8RNH2aPI/AAAAAAAAFok/2x6e3G0qGa8/s1600/Pumpkin+Pasta+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hPfuM0yx1PI/TrH8RNH2aPI/AAAAAAAAFok/2x6e3G0qGa8/s1600/Pumpkin+Pasta+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time of year for pumpkin. Why&amp;nbsp;we don't&amp;nbsp;in general doesn't think about eating it all year long is beyond me.&amp;nbsp;It's&amp;nbsp;on the grocery store shelves all year long.&amp;nbsp;It usually has a little spot on the very bottom shelf, and only a few cans, because no one is buying it 3/4ths of the year. Poor pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pumpkin, but only think about using it in the fall like most people. Last year I bought a case of canned pumpkin&amp;nbsp;at a great price, dreaming of all the pumpkin things I would make,&amp;nbsp;and I&amp;nbsp;haven't even made a dent in it. I think I've used two cans. I'm trying to figure out how to use it all before it expires. I've been&amp;nbsp;thinking about making a pumpkin pie since June, but it hasn't happened. Pumpkin pie, pumpkin bread, pumpkin cookies,&amp;nbsp;pumpkin muffins, pumpkin fudge,&amp;nbsp;etc. I love pumpkin but don't want&amp;nbsp;to eat it all in sugar-based goodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Halloween night I had pumpkin on the brain, probably&amp;nbsp;due to all the pumpkin carving and pumpkin decorations. I&amp;nbsp;decided to make a pumpkin sauce for pasta because I needed a quick dinner before I took the girls out trick-or-treating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adapted this from a recipe of Rachel Ray's. I'm not a big Rachel Ray fan. Most of her&amp;nbsp;recipes that&amp;nbsp;I've tried have been huge flops,&amp;nbsp;but I was really happy with the way this turned out. I changed it quite a bit so maybe that's why. So yummy. Unfortunately I'm the only one that &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; likes it. The rest of the family wants to taste pumpkin only if it's mixed with sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whole Wheat Penne With Savory Pumpkin Sauce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pound whole wheat penne pasta&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 large sweet onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, diced&lt;br /&gt;1 pound ground mild pork sausage (I use Jimmy Dean All Natural)&lt;br /&gt;1 15-ounce can of pureed pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;1 to 1 1/2&amp;nbsp;cups of half &amp;amp; half (depending on the consistency you like)&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon ground sage&lt;br /&gt;1/8 teaspoon cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cook the pasta according to package directions.&lt;br /&gt;2. While the pasta is cooking, heat the olive oil over medium-high heat. &lt;br /&gt;3. Add in the onion and garlic.&lt;br /&gt;4. Saute, stirring frequently, until the onion starts to soften.&lt;br /&gt;5. Add in the sausage, and cook, stirring frequently and breaking sausage&amp;nbsp;into small pieces.&lt;br /&gt;6. When the sausage is fully cooked, stir in the pumpkin, half &amp;amp; half, cinnamon and nutmeg and cook until hot.&lt;br /&gt;7. Salt to taste.&lt;br /&gt;8. Serve sauce over the pasta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-2028391058605403402?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/2028391058605403402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=2028391058605403402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2028391058605403402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2028391058605403402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/11/recipe-whole-wheat-penne-with-savory.html' title='Recipe: Whole Wheat Penne With Savory Pumpkin Sauce'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hPfuM0yx1PI/TrH8RNH2aPI/AAAAAAAAFok/2x6e3G0qGa8/s72-c/Pumpkin+Pasta+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-4720484044491092267</id><published>2011-11-01T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:00:17.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><title type='text'>Amelia's Quote of they Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amelia and I were sweeping the sidewalk this morning. She accidentally hit my behind with her broom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her apology:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I'm sorry I sweeped your big, fat bum."&lt;/span&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/6519437947706768273-4720484044491092267?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/4720484044491092267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=4720484044491092267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/4720484044491092267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/4720484044491092267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/11/amelias-quote-of-they-day.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Quote of they Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-5882378215875735507</id><published>2011-10-31T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T15:06:10.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Fh3Dt0kzPw/TqrLyhpTi2I/AAAAAAAAFnk/rt4OVwDui94/s1600/Cinderella+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="558" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Fh3Dt0kzPw/TqrLyhpTi2I/AAAAAAAAFnk/rt4OVwDui94/s1600/Cinderella+.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday I declared a "No Work Fun Day". The girls were surprised and excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What, no work at all? It's a miracle! Is mom for real?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No chores, no&amp;nbsp;homework, no&amp;nbsp;music practice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just fun and playing; whatever they wanted to do (within reason of course). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Slept in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Played dinosaurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Played at the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ate McDonald's cheeseburgers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to the theater&amp;nbsp;to see this movie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9k4lT5zyE7A/TqrNBGjEltI/AAAAAAAAFns/jwtYT41zPWg/s1600/Dolphin+Tale+Soundtrack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9k4lT5zyE7A/TqrNBGjEltI/AAAAAAAAFns/jwtYT41zPWg/s640/Dolphin+Tale+Soundtrack.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ate lots of popcorn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great movie. 100% clean and touching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I usually don't cry watching movies, but I cried at the end of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last night they watched this movie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyjlVbxB5hw/TqrOI0S_ngI/AAAAAAAAFn0/1nSgo0MKSk0/s1600/5061-casper-wallpapers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="568" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyjlVbxB5hw/TqrOI0S_ngI/AAAAAAAAFn0/1nSgo0MKSk0/s640/5061-casper-wallpapers.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They went to bed late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They don't have school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They slept in (I slept in!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight is our Ward's Halloween party and trunk-or-treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel is going to decorate the trunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amelia can't wait to wear her queen costume and get candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel decided she's not going trick-or-treating this year, that she's too old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I agree, but it's sad. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's growing up too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish they didn't have to go back to school on Monday. I love having them home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other news:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I turned the heat on this morning for the first time since last&amp;nbsp;winter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It got down to 44 degrees last night! Brrrrrrr!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-5717082949279347624?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/5717082949279347624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=5717082949279347624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5717082949279347624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5717082949279347624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-work-fun-day.html' title='A No Work Fun Day'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Fh3Dt0kzPw/TqrLyhpTi2I/AAAAAAAAFnk/rt4OVwDui94/s72-c/Cinderella+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-4216278944252741586</id><published>2011-10-24T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T06:35:00.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><title type='text'>The Mind Boggling Questions Of A 3-Year-Old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LBvSzgQ_mjQ/TqL_lx34HiI/AAAAAAAAFnM/DGrAZlkIUtY/s1600/Amelia+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LBvSzgQ_mjQ/TqL_lx34HiI/AAAAAAAAFnM/DGrAZlkIUtY/s1600/Amelia+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Is lightening pink with sparkles and sprinkles?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Do princesses need chapstick?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Why do raisins make me toot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Can the lightening see you in your bed sleeping?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Do bugs have butter?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ETqhM3yWFIQ/TqL_q8WAWrI/AAAAAAAAFnU/gFyQmq0pNRQ/s1600/Amelia+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ETqhM3yWFIQ/TqL_q8WAWrI/AAAAAAAAFnU/gFyQmq0pNRQ/s1600/Amelia+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Are pigeons our Heavenly Father?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Does Jesus like our Halloween decorations?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Do bums talk?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Do big people break little pottys?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Do fish cry?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Do princesses text?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bi5ucbMNE7M/TqL_yTjezDI/AAAAAAAAFnc/v528zu2AxAI/s1600/Amelia+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bi5ucbMNE7M/TqL_yTjezDI/AAAAAAAAFnc/v528zu2AxAI/s1600/Amelia+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Do ballerinas and princesses like yogurt?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Can you take dogs clothes off?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-4216278944252741586?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/4216278944252741586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=4216278944252741586&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/4216278944252741586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/4216278944252741586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/10/mind-boggling-questions-of-3-year-old.html' title='The Mind Boggling Questions Of A 3-Year-Old...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LBvSzgQ_mjQ/TqL_lx34HiI/AAAAAAAAFnM/DGrAZlkIUtY/s72-c/Amelia+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-4899232522853509335</id><published>2011-10-22T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T10:20:31.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip To The Orchard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKERgelXN-o/TqL32Pg1cTI/AAAAAAAAFmk/gdz1uY10Sgo/s1600/Orchard+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKERgelXN-o/TqL32Pg1cTI/AAAAAAAAFmk/gdz1uY10Sgo/s1600/Orchard+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On October 8th we headed to our local orchard to visit their huge pumpkin patch. We decided to pay the fee to drive in with our car instead of walking, and I'm so glad we did! We ended up with a big haul and there is no way we could have carried it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XxNkRo0qShQ/TqL39sG3hSI/AAAAAAAAFms/nHkiHKLbZaI/s1600/Orchard+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XxNkRo0qShQ/TqL39sG3hSI/AAAAAAAAFms/nHkiHKLbZaI/s1600/Orchard+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we picked out our pumpkins and a watermelon (which grew with&amp;nbsp;the pumpkins), we drove around the rest of the orchard. We stopped to pick&amp;nbsp;sweet potatoes, granny smith apples&amp;nbsp;and corn stalks to use for decoration. I saw several figs trees that had dropped a ton of fruit and it was going to waste on the ground. How sad! I love figs and would have gladly come and picked them if I had known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWP7We6j-ac/TqL4RIAJz0I/AAAAAAAAFm8/YREjTQ_7-Oo/s1600/Orchard+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wWP7We6j-ac/TqL4RIAJz0I/AAAAAAAAFm8/YREjTQ_7-Oo/s1600/Orchard+4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we waited in a very long line of cars to pay for our produce as well as buy some butternut squash at the stand and&amp;nbsp;fresh pear cider&amp;nbsp;and apple cider that they make and sell there. We also tried some of their fresh apple cider donuts, which were super yummy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNE4f6e1nzc/TqL4b40qB7I/AAAAAAAAFnE/oOhn7vsZl_4/s1600/Orchard+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNE4f6e1nzc/TqL4b40qB7I/AAAAAAAAFnE/oOhn7vsZl_4/s1600/Orchard+5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After waiting in the care line,&amp;nbsp;we finally made it to the checkout area, we had to unload everything for weighing and then wait in another line. Right when I ready to put our produce on the table to be weighed, a lady walked up right in front of me, put her produce down on the table&amp;nbsp;and said to me, "I'm sorry, but I was waiting in the car line." I told her "I was waiting in the car line too." We had been waiting longer than she had! Did she care? No. I&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;detest&lt;/em&gt; rude behavior. I would &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; do that to anyone. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0TkUq3LsOo/TqL4GGQlPfI/AAAAAAAAFm0/0ZkFFqsBXCw/s1600/Orchard+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0TkUq3LsOo/TqL4GGQlPfI/AAAAAAAAFm0/0ZkFFqsBXCw/s1600/Orchard+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all it was a really good trip. We had a great time and look forward to going there again to pick different produce in season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-4899232522853509335?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/4899232522853509335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=4899232522853509335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/4899232522853509335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/4899232522853509335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/10/trip-to-orchard.html' title='A Trip To The Orchard'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KKERgelXN-o/TqL32Pg1cTI/AAAAAAAAFmk/gdz1uY10Sgo/s72-c/Orchard+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-5979528540295427032</id><published>2011-10-21T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T19:49:36.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fruit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canning'/><title type='text'>What Do You Do With 20 Pounds Of Peaches?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHp_jubw1Pk/TqIaEP2LqvI/AAAAAAAAFmU/IIB7oBSHUVg/s1600/Canning+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHp_jubw1Pk/TqIaEP2LqvI/AAAAAAAAFmU/IIB7oBSHUVg/s1600/Canning+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Growing up we always had a large garden and spend a good part of our summer&amp;nbsp;canning. Pickles, green beans, peaches, apple pie filling, tomatoes, peach pie filling&amp;nbsp;corn, jams and&amp;nbsp;jellies. You name it, we canned it. I even had a special outfit for canning for when we canned peaches because peach juice stains so horribly. It was a lot of work but I look back at that time in my life with fond memories. I don't can very often, but I enjoy it. It takes a lot of time and preparation, but I love the end result. I&amp;nbsp;feel like I've really accomplished something when I see all the rows of filled glass jars&amp;nbsp;ready to go on my pantry shelves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I&amp;nbsp;bought 24 pounds of organic peaches through a co-op. After two days we had eaten about 4 pounds, and I could tell that the peaches were ripening too quickly to leave out at room temperature anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I don't have an extra fridge to keep them in. So I decided to can them. But I didn't want to can them the same way, by taking the skins off and putting them in a sugar syrup, white grape juice or&amp;nbsp;just water. Taking the skins off&amp;nbsp;creates a lot of extra work. I remembered my mom telling me that one year she didn't take the skins off and stuffed peach halves into jars (without any liquid I believe)&amp;nbsp;and they ended up tasting more like apricots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stuffed the peach halves into jars and put this&amp;nbsp;hot&amp;nbsp;syrup on them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 cups of water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 cups of honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the juice of 5 limes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 tablespoons of pure vanilla extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I processed the quart jars for 35 minutes and the pint jars for 30 minutes in a water bath canner. I don't yet know how they will taste. Hopefully they'll be really yummy. And the skins come off easily if&amp;nbsp;we don't&amp;nbsp;want to eat them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately I had one pint jar and one quart jar that the bottoms broke off in the canner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WWQD6QY_GoA/TqIcnugkH4I/AAAAAAAAFmc/l83pjVnrAB8/s1600/Canning+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WWQD6QY_GoA/TqIcnugkH4I/AAAAAAAAFmc/l83pjVnrAB8/s1600/Canning+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never had that happen before and I can't figure out what happened. It happened in two different batches. I was more unhappy about losing that jars than the peaches. I'm almost out of canning jars now, because the rest are being used. Time to stock up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with 23 pint jars and 3 quart jars of peaches, including the broken jars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to get a pressure canner. Maybe someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Update: 11-2-2011 - It's been 2 weeks since I canned these. I opened a jar today. They are&amp;nbsp;very good. The peaches are sweet, but not too sweet and they are still firm, not squishy and fresh tasting. I'm thinking that maybe a little more vanilla would be good, but I'm&amp;nbsp;very happy with the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-5979528540295427032?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/5979528540295427032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=5979528540295427032&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5979528540295427032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5979528540295427032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-do-you-do-with-20-pounds-of.html' title='What Do You Do With 20 Pounds Of Peaches?'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pHp_jubw1Pk/TqIaEP2LqvI/AAAAAAAAFmU/IIB7oBSHUVg/s72-c/Canning+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-4026357055115618712</id><published>2011-10-20T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:25:34.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Decorating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last day of September Isabel came home from school and announced that she wanted to decorate for Halloween. So we spent the evening doing that, which included a trip to the store for a new staple gun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still aren't done decorating. Curt and Isabel are making a graveyard in our front yard complete with a wooden fence, a gravedigger and a skeleton coming out of the ground. At first they had the&amp;nbsp;idea to put an old toilet in the front yard with a skeleton sitting on it reading a newspaper. I about died when they told me.&amp;nbsp;Incredibly &lt;em&gt;TACKY&lt;/em&gt;. I told&amp;nbsp;them I would move out&amp;nbsp;if they did that, because I would die of embarrassment otherwise.&amp;nbsp;Luckily Curt decided against it. Thank goodness. I cringe just thinking of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VHo3YjT_jK0/TqA6B6mr6NI/AAAAAAAAFls/Q014sDu-O6w/s1600/Decorations+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VHo3YjT_jK0/TqA6B6mr6NI/AAAAAAAAFls/Q014sDu-O6w/s1600/Decorations+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UwQe41Thby4/TqA6Exl016I/AAAAAAAAFl0/vP3MQWnPGXI/s1600/Decorations+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UwQe41Thby4/TqA6Exl016I/AAAAAAAAFl0/vP3MQWnPGXI/s1600/Decorations+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isabel made this sign for me. Isn't that sweet? I've always wanted one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLwJmyfWDrw/TqA6LZXmLCI/AAAAAAAAFl8/S-rY-yWlR9w/s1600/Decorations+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLwJmyfWDrw/TqA6LZXmLCI/AAAAAAAAFl8/S-rY-yWlR9w/s1600/Decorations+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0VUwRE6Guao/TqA6QUi0xiI/AAAAAAAAFmE/34B-xmAIdKM/s1600/Decorations+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0VUwRE6Guao/TqA6QUi0xiI/AAAAAAAAFmE/34B-xmAIdKM/s1600/Decorations+4.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then we ate dinner and watched this touching movie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://deseretbook.com/17-Miracles-T-C-Christensen/i/5063066?s_iid=tt1_home_1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2E0nvco_uK4/TqA8S3APaoI/AAAAAAAAFmM/zNYw1E8c4Eg/s320/17+Miracles.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you haven't seen it, you're missing out. It's wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6519437947706768273-4026357055115618712?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/4026357055115618712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=4026357055115618712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/4026357055115618712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/4026357055115618712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-decorating.html' title='Halloween Decorating'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VHo3YjT_jK0/TqA6B6mr6NI/AAAAAAAAFls/Q014sDu-O6w/s72-c/Decorations+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-7009119111025740054</id><published>2011-10-19T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T11:39:50.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Stop Laughing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night was Isabel's orchestra Halloween concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;participants were supposed to dress up in costumes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel decided to be a "hick".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out her picture of a pig, her "Porkers #1",&amp;nbsp;pinned on with a big diaper pin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XHtNsPeNgDA/Tp8XLKHpHKI/AAAAAAAAFlU/EPLkQI5XLtw/s1600/Isabel%2527s+Costume+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="598" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XHtNsPeNgDA/Tp8XLKHpHKI/AAAAAAAAFlU/EPLkQI5XLtw/s1600/Isabel%2527s+Costume+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out her "Reserve Grand Champion" fair ribbon and the weed in her mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bqoKE2yp9iM/Tp8XOTJOI8I/AAAAAAAAFlc/TvhHhwUq2JY/s1600/Isabel%2527s+Costume+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bqoKE2yp9iM/Tp8XOTJOI8I/AAAAAAAAFlc/TvhHhwUq2JY/s1600/Isabel%2527s+Costume+2.jpg" width="460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out the dirt on her face and her hair style&amp;nbsp;(my favorite part). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KgMHE5PeuIk/Tp8XUIbRLnI/AAAAAAAAFlk/qHnOhmDIw7w/s1600/Isabe%2527s+Costume+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KgMHE5PeuIk/Tp8XUIbRLnI/AAAAAAAAFlk/qHnOhmDIw7w/s1600/Isabe%2527s+Costume+3.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The entire costume was her idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now you know why I can't stop laughing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I have a blond head, not a black head!"&lt;/span&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Baskin Robbins, Amelia was looking through the glass display at the chocolate fudge ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her thoughts on that flavor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I hope that's not poop!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-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;We bought a fog machine for Halloween on Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we were leaving for church yesterday&amp;nbsp;Amelia asked Curt:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Daddy, do you want to smoke after church?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-734703479131336346?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/734703479131336346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=734703479131336346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/734703479131336346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/734703479131336346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/10/amelias-quotes-of-day.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Quotes of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-5670254877044936398</id><published>2011-10-14T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T08:01:13.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabel'/><title type='text'>Isabel's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning I dropped Isabel off at school and told her, "Have a good day!" like I always do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her reply:&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;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I'll try to in this monstrous dungeon of terror and hate."&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-5670254877044936398?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-2521959247880065601</id><published>2011-10-12T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T09:46:02.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Love Of Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures were taken at Isabel's 14th birthday party last month. They were not staged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bU0GrpHC42o/TpXDGLrtOjI/AAAAAAAAFk8/EtYD1FwNnOM/s1600/Birthday+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bU0GrpHC42o/TpXDGLrtOjI/AAAAAAAAFk8/EtYD1FwNnOM/s1600/Birthday+7.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlM1183W-Ao/TpXDJKv8zsI/AAAAAAAAFlE/BUzpQZWGgpc/s1600/Birthday+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UlM1183W-Ao/TpXDJKv8zsI/AAAAAAAAFlE/BUzpQZWGgpc/s1600/Birthday+8.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fr32wSCzfoQ/TpXDK60975I/AAAAAAAAFlM/DhM8_T1Ag3E/s1600/Birthday+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fr32wSCzfoQ/TpXDK60975I/AAAAAAAAFlM/DhM8_T1Ag3E/s1600/Birthday+9.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think she &lt;strike&gt;likes&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;the cake. What do you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-2521959247880065601?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/2521959247880065601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=2521959247880065601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2521959247880065601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/2521959247880065601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-love-of-cake.html' title='For The Love Of Cake'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bU0GrpHC42o/TpXDGLrtOjI/AAAAAAAAFk8/EtYD1FwNnOM/s72-c/Birthday+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-8787057800531249119</id><published>2011-10-03T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:56:19.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eva'/><title type='text'>Eva's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday we were discussing "helping verbs" because Isabel has a test on them today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eva said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Yeah, like 'cleaning' and 'vacuuming'."﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-8787057800531249119?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/8787057800531249119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=8787057800531249119&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8787057800531249119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8787057800531249119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/10/evas-quote-of-day.html' title='Eva&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-5739754509523072380</id><published>2011-10-01T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T17:11:55.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What I Did Today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Napoleon Dynamite: What are you doing here, Uncle Rico? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rico: Your grandma took a little spill at the sand dunes today, broke her coccyx. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Napoleon: What? Since when does she go to the dunes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rico: Looks like there's a lot you don't know about her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZuGHHp1KRo/Toen-7X7imI/AAAAAAAAFk0/WDBw3dtw0wE/s1600/Quading+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZuGHHp1KRo/Toen-7X7imI/AAAAAAAAFk0/WDBw3dtw0wE/s1600/Quading+1.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-qpqa6dB3o/Toer9I0LxwI/AAAAAAAAFk4/6JAhIxbrLvA/s1600/Quading+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-qpqa6dB3o/Toer9I0LxwI/AAAAAAAAFk4/6JAhIxbrLvA/s1600/Quading+2.jpg" width="476px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went quading&amp;nbsp;at the sand dunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't break my coccyx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-5739754509523072380?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/5739754509523072380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=5739754509523072380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5739754509523072380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/5739754509523072380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/10/guess-what-i-did-today.html' title='Guess What I Did Today?'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ZuGHHp1KRo/Toen-7X7imI/AAAAAAAAFk0/WDBw3dtw0wE/s72-c/Quading+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-7436144969374895980</id><published>2011-09-28T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T19:28:23.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Fourteen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5HUsI-gbHc/ToPJKP4SyYI/AAAAAAAAFkY/X9-U01kx-pw/s1600/Birthday+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5HUsI-gbHc/ToPJKP4SyYI/AAAAAAAAFkY/X9-U01kx-pw/s1600/Birthday+4.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GKUNDwCSAQ/ToPWCK3F_7I/AAAAAAAAFkg/7QkjVATfQzU/s1600/Birthday+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GKUNDwCSAQ/ToPWCK3F_7I/AAAAAAAAFkg/7QkjVATfQzU/s1600/Birthday+3.jpg" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kK7m9F2obc/ToPWZd95SEI/AAAAAAAAFkk/4EfGuhVwyz0/s1600/Birthday+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kK7m9F2obc/ToPWZd95SEI/AAAAAAAAFkk/4EfGuhVwyz0/s1600/Birthday+5.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u5QERxdMuKM/ToPWoe_vYgI/AAAAAAAAFko/Wu4j_che9qA/s1600/Birthday+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u5QERxdMuKM/ToPWoe_vYgI/AAAAAAAAFko/Wu4j_che9qA/s1600/Birthday+1.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMKlPA3OwK0/ToPW3IrsFXI/AAAAAAAAFks/baKfUdyLl4g/s1600/Birthday+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rMKlPA3OwK0/ToPW3IrsFXI/AAAAAAAAFks/baKfUdyLl4g/s1600/Birthday+2.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GbJKNq1yqFY/ToPXE9YHf-I/AAAAAAAAFkw/1AyWzmw5gb4/s1600/Birthday+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GbJKNq1yqFY/ToPXE9YHf-I/AAAAAAAAFkw/1AyWzmw5gb4/s1600/Birthday+10.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-7436144969374895980?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/7436144969374895980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=7436144969374895980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7436144969374895980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7436144969374895980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/09/shes-fourteen.html' title='She&apos;s Fourteen!'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G5HUsI-gbHc/ToPJKP4SyYI/AAAAAAAAFkY/X9-U01kx-pw/s72-c/Birthday+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-6894217425596505097</id><published>2011-09-27T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T13:28:17.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinosaur Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We used to have a cheap little bowling set that I got rid of in the last loft clean out this summer. Of course after I donated it the girls suddenly wanted&amp;nbsp;to use it. They decided to use their dinosaurs instead. I thought it was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVSYdiDfkPY/ToIpS6O8vBI/AAAAAAAAFj0/VHLwPwPZC-c/s1600/Bowling+1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVSYdiDfkPY/ToIpS6O8vBI/AAAAAAAAFj0/VHLwPwPZC-c/s1600/Bowling+1" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlSMWD5QhV8/ToIpZXhruqI/AAAAAAAAFj4/Tv4r58xDPHU/s1600/Bowling+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hlSMWD5QhV8/ToIpZXhruqI/AAAAAAAAFj4/Tv4r58xDPHU/s1600/Bowling+2.jpg" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those poor dinosaurs, they go through so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HfsSlC5L5ZQ/ToIp1pBgPdI/AAAAAAAAFj8/FvE5OkodcQA/s1600/8-26-2011.JPG+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HfsSlC5L5ZQ/ToIp1pBgPdI/AAAAAAAAFj8/FvE5OkodcQA/s1600/8-26-2011.JPG+%25286%2529.JPG" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cases in point:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are hung after being painted pink...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AFmLBitCxco/ToIsnEavEYI/AAAAAAAAFkA/nJtfJQMtvTQ/s1600/Dinosaurs+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AFmLBitCxco/ToIsnEavEYI/AAAAAAAAFkA/nJtfJQMtvTQ/s1600/Dinosaurs+1.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Their towns are constantly destroyed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eo2NJiUbhGM/ToIsxI5TOBI/AAAAAAAAFkE/Wits_QMg_do/s1600/Dinosaurs+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eo2NJiUbhGM/ToIsxI5TOBI/AAAAAAAAFkE/Wits_QMg_do/s1600/Dinosaurs+2.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are forced to wear unfashionable clothing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xk7tOXeoIEU/ToIs99_s3RI/AAAAAAAAFkI/lvyplrDLd1M/s1600/Dinosaurs+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xk7tOXeoIEU/ToIs99_s3RI/AAAAAAAAFkI/lvyplrDLd1M/s1600/Dinosaurs+3.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They live in primitive huts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJM-zxp6s5k/ToItK-RKKlI/AAAAAAAAFkM/Obk6UJwaihg/s1600/Dinosaurs+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJM-zxp6s5k/ToItK-RKKlI/AAAAAAAAFkM/Obk6UJwaihg/s1600/Dinosaurs+4.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are drowned on a regular basis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FJ2gZRzT5A/ToItR7mMvhI/AAAAAAAAFkQ/iMsnqRdc9Ko/s1600/Dinosaurs+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3FJ2gZRzT5A/ToItR7mMvhI/AAAAAAAAFkQ/iMsnqRdc9Ko/s1600/Dinosaurs+5.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And last but not least:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They are forced to work. At least they have their own horses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDijzsZ8big/ToItY7hh-hI/AAAAAAAAFkU/0CUVnBnlE5w/s1600/Dinosaurs+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDijzsZ8big/ToItY7hh-hI/AAAAAAAAFkU/0CUVnBnlE5w/s1600/Dinosaurs+6.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In other news:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've started walking 2.5 miles a day, except Sundays. It feels great. Amelia enjoys the ride and playing at the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tonight I have a meeting with the Stake Presidency and auxiliary leaders to go over the Stake&amp;nbsp;calendar for 2012. I have to speak about the new lds.org calendar system. I'm a little freaked out about it. I hope my laptop WiFi connection works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I made some banana bread the Nourishing Traditions way (soaking the grains first) and it's good. I'll share in another post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can see fall slowly creeping up. Yes, we might still be in the upper 90's (I'm pretending it's "Indian Summer"), but the leaves are starting to fall off of the trees. We've had a cool breeze in the morning the last two days that makes the leaves scatter across the roads and sidewalks. A sure sign of fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today I cleaned and rearranged the loft, again. Now I have a little reading corner with a bookshelf and the dollhouse is in a better place with more light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow is Isabel's 14th birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-6894217425596505097?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/6894217425596505097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=6894217425596505097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/6894217425596505097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/6894217425596505097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/09/dinosaur-bowling.html' title='Dinosaur Bowling'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVSYdiDfkPY/ToIpS6O8vBI/AAAAAAAAFj0/VHLwPwPZC-c/s72-c/Bowling+1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-7956405430109404951</id><published>2011-09-23T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T09:27:05.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><title type='text'>Amelia's Conversation of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was watching the movie "Love Comes Softly" and Amelia&amp;nbsp;noticed the main character, Marty, crying because her husband had just died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amelia: "Why is that lady crying?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: "Because her husband just died."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amelia: "She needs to get a new husband."﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Amelia saw a man on the screen and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"That's a new husband! Now she can stop crying and be happy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: "What do you do with your husband?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amelia: "You kiss them."&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-7956405430109404951?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/7956405430109404951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=7956405430109404951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7956405430109404951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7956405430109404951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/09/amelias-conversation-of-day.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Conversation of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-559069950634160632</id><published>2011-09-22T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T09:42:34.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><title type='text'>Amelia's Quote of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning on the way to school we were discussing being tardy. Isabel asked Eva if she was tardy yesterday because I had dropped her off a little later than usual.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amelia responded with a very indignant tone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"She's not tardy! She's Eva!"﻿&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-559069950634160632?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/559069950634160632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=559069950634160632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/559069950634160632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/559069950634160632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/09/amelias-quote-of-day_22.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Quote of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-6136007973321377207</id><published>2011-09-19T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T07:28:11.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steak Smoke = Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVLS9AQwJ44/TnYQgEQ4G6I/AAAAAAAAFjw/ziZNdnFUzkk/s1600/Eva+the+Angel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVLS9AQwJ44/TnYQgEQ4G6I/AAAAAAAAFjw/ziZNdnFUzkk/s640/Eva+the+Angel.jpg" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One night I was cooking a big steak on the stove top grill. I got a little too happy with the heat level and filled the house with smoke. With the light shining in the living room windows you could really see the smoke. Isabel had the idea to dress Eva up as an angel and have her stand in the smoky light and take pictures. They are always so creative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love this picture because she looks so happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-6136007973321377207?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/6136007973321377207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=6136007973321377207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/6136007973321377207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/6136007973321377207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/09/steak-smoke-angel.html' title='Steak Smoke = Angel'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVLS9AQwJ44/TnYQgEQ4G6I/AAAAAAAAFjw/ziZNdnFUzkk/s72-c/Eva+the+Angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-6387377651307068019</id><published>2011-09-17T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:44:12.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaE6R9wQ2ys/TnTnG1_b8wI/AAAAAAAAFjs/n-pgDRKc8ww/s1600/Patriot+Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="352px" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaE6R9wQ2ys/TnTnG1_b8wI/AAAAAAAAFjs/n-pgDRKc8ww/s640/Patriot+Day.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last Sunday on the 10th anniversary of 9/11, our Stake had an early morning meeting for all the men, and asked that anyone who&amp;nbsp;is or has been in the armed forces, to wear their uniforms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So Curt pulled out his dress&amp;nbsp;uniform, that he hasn't worn in at&lt;em&gt; least&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;seven years, and took it to the cleaners. He separated seven years ago and neither one of us can remember the last time he wore it. He had to find his hat or "cover", as well as his wings. He had let Isabel borrow his wings for school several years ago, and didn't know where they were.&amp;nbsp;He also realized that he doesn't have several of his ribbons, probably two rows worth. Hopefully he'll get those at some point and add them to his uniform. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That morning after he had left for the meeting&amp;nbsp;Isabel asked me if he had&amp;nbsp;found his wings. Amelia looked up from painting with a very surprised look on her face and asked -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Daddy has&lt;em&gt; wings&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She thought he had real wings and could fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry, no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the meeting, our Bishop called and asked him to wear his uniform to church as well. Then right before we left for church he realized that his 15-year-old military dress shoes were literally splitting apart. He had to grab a pair of his black dress shoes, shine them up nicely and hope that no one would notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was nice to see him in his uniform after all of this time. That is one thing that I do miss about him being in the military. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm grateful for his service and for everyone that has, is currently&amp;nbsp;or will in the future&amp;nbsp;serve our nation. They deserve our love, support and utmost respect for their sacrifices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-6387377651307068019?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/6387377651307068019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=6387377651307068019&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/6387377651307068019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/6387377651307068019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/09/wings.html' title='Wings'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaE6R9wQ2ys/TnTnG1_b8wI/AAAAAAAAFjs/n-pgDRKc8ww/s72-c/Patriot+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-8373009047256215413</id><published>2011-09-13T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:50:25.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><title type='text'>Amelia's Funny of the Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day last week Amelia slammed her door because she was angry. We don't allow that, so she was in trouble. She was really upset about it, and so she came downstairs bawling her little eyes out because "Daddy is soooo mean!" I couldn't calm her down and she went into the office area, sat down on the floor and kept crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in the middle of her fit she stopped and said in a completely normal voice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I sound like a baby. I'm crying like a baby cries&amp;nbsp;'Waaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then she went back to throwing her fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-8373009047256215413?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/8373009047256215413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=8373009047256215413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8373009047256215413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/8373009047256215413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/09/amelias-funny-of-day.html' title='Amelia&apos;s Funny of the Day...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-3071692021676136081</id><published>2011-09-13T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T09:46:59.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Had To Share...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j_iD7NeaLQE/Tm-Ib4q3FWI/AAAAAAAAFjk/ppN1iGDTsPQ/s1600/Weird+Faces+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j_iD7NeaLQE/Tm-Ib4q3FWI/AAAAAAAAFjk/ppN1iGDTsPQ/s1600/Weird+Faces+%25281%2529.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZRdi0zVig4/Tm-IfL8LrgI/AAAAAAAAFjo/oOZ3nm42Wg8/s1600/Weird+Faces+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZRdi0zVig4/Tm-IfL8LrgI/AAAAAAAAFjo/oOZ3nm42Wg8/s1600/Weird+Faces+%25282%2529.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-394lmwgk0rI/Tm-IYuMcklI/AAAAAAAAFjg/yfPNV2ZBNl0/s1600/Weird+Faces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-394lmwgk0rI/Tm-IYuMcklI/AAAAAAAAFjg/yfPNV2ZBNl0/s1600/Weird+Faces.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lovely, isn't she?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-3071692021676136081?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/3071692021676136081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=3071692021676136081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/3071692021676136081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/3071692021676136081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-had-to-share.html' title='Just Had To Share...'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j_iD7NeaLQE/Tm-Ib4q3FWI/AAAAAAAAFjk/ppN1iGDTsPQ/s72-c/Weird+Faces+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-6752751631539835365</id><published>2011-09-10T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:33:44.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Trip Of The Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About three weeks ago I decided to take the girls on a last minute trip before school started. We drove to California to visit my sister Lydia and her husband Rick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's usually about a 10-hour drive, but with construction it was almost 11 hours coming back. Amelia had just started potty training not even a week before, but she did really great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had finally purchased a GPS right before the trip, which was a blessing. About 6 hours of the drive is in the middle of no where, and there is no cell phone service. I don't know what I would have done without that GPS! I'm not good at navigating at following maps. Curt always tells me to go the opposite of the way that I think I should go and most of the time that works, I'm sorry to admit. I just have no sense of direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were gone for 5 days and had a really fun time. It was great escaping the high heat and the big city. Lydia and Rick live in a wooded area so the&amp;nbsp;girls spent most of the their time playing outside and getting filthy. We went to a farmers market that Saturday and they played in a creek that was nearby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls&amp;nbsp;did not want to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia has a pottery studio and she showed us how to make pottery. Throwing pots is &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; harder than it looks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7NRwGtI29k/TmuhhyGNZgI/AAAAAAAAFig/hWrI21kOBY0/s1600/Trip+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7NRwGtI29k/TmuhhyGNZgI/AAAAAAAAFig/hWrI21kOBY0/s1600/Trip+1.jpg" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q9DRWmX5dek/TmuhlA4Uo3I/AAAAAAAAFik/nYNnVCjE8QQ/s1600/Trip+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q9DRWmX5dek/TmuhlA4Uo3I/AAAAAAAAFik/nYNnVCjE8QQ/s1600/Trip+2.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_RTMu3y4o3k/TmuhpXfzA4I/AAAAAAAAFio/jT1VRD37dbA/s1600/Trip+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_RTMu3y4o3k/TmuhpXfzA4I/AAAAAAAAFio/jT1VRD37dbA/s1600/Trip+3.jpg" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eva's creation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8_BIpjbnBrs/TmuhuRAjeBI/AAAAAAAAFis/BVStqpwVoo0/s1600/Trip+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8_BIpjbnBrs/TmuhuRAjeBI/AAAAAAAAFis/BVStqpwVoo0/s1600/Trip+4.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwD7hJopj2Q/Tmuhziw4qRI/AAAAAAAAFiw/cdS2crKfg1I/s1600/Trip+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" nba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwD7hJopj2Q/Tmuhziw4qRI/AAAAAAAAFiw/cdS2crKfg1I/s1600/Trip+5.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel had a little bit of a mishap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8m_LMitFyc/Tmuh2zi0N4I/AAAAAAAAFi0/62-HepWmbz0/s1600/Trip+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8m_LMitFyc/Tmuh2zi0N4I/AAAAAAAAFi0/62-HepWmbz0/s1600/Trip+6.jpg" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1b9uxHl6wo/Tmuh5i6fA-I/AAAAAAAAFi4/CCoYVTVtU0Q/s1600/Trip+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1b9uxHl6wo/Tmuh5i6fA-I/AAAAAAAAFi4/CCoYVTVtU0Q/s1600/Trip+7.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But it turned out okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb3GH_Y7W6g/Tmuh8F-5jTI/AAAAAAAAFi8/k_BivpHTSjo/s1600/Trip+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb3GH_Y7W6g/Tmuh8F-5jTI/AAAAAAAAFi8/k_BivpHTSjo/s1600/Trip+8.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had an even harder time than Isabel. I broke my clay right in two and it didn't turn out at all like I wanted it to, but oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I ended up with this little bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qj0zKH7hqGQ/Tmuh-9X6UWI/AAAAAAAAFjA/nM2I9z8aYLc/s1600/Trip+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qj0zKH7hqGQ/Tmuh-9X6UWI/AAAAAAAAFjA/nM2I9z8aYLc/s1600/Trip+9.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She put our pieces through the first firing this week and they made it without exploding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lydia's pottery waiting to be finished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tN0Kf_0ao1E/TmujlU86EgI/AAAAAAAAFjE/n51y7FJv3VM/s1600/Trip+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tN0Kf_0ao1E/TmujlU86EgI/AAAAAAAAFjE/n51y7FJv3VM/s1600/Trip+10.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Riding on&amp;nbsp;the quad with Uncle Rick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6EV2HYWKdU/TmukKIch6II/AAAAAAAAFjI/yLLA8C9zWFg/s1600/Trip+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6EV2HYWKdU/TmukKIch6II/AAAAAAAAFjI/yLLA8C9zWFg/s1600/Trip+11.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Their "cute and fluffy" pygmy goats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Be2WoVuMIs/TmulivO943I/AAAAAAAAFjM/RHyzA0L156U/s1600/Trip+12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Be2WoVuMIs/TmulivO943I/AAAAAAAAFjM/RHyzA0L156U/s1600/Trip+12.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dancing in the driveway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m2bz7qINpZo/TmunNvWDsWI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/97IOXddGVXc/s1600/Trip+13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m2bz7qINpZo/TmunNvWDsWI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/97IOXddGVXc/s1600/Trip+13.jpg" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Their wet shoes and socks&amp;nbsp;drying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-en1zLGSUwD4/Tmun7mln1dI/AAAAAAAAFjU/EHO-URIOK70/s1600/Trip+14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" nba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-en1zLGSUwD4/Tmun7mln1dI/AAAAAAAAFjU/EHO-URIOK70/s1600/Trip+14.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pushed in an old pedal car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eSXJI92zimc/TmupKyfJYLI/AAAAAAAAFjY/xwjsUhP4O8I/s1600/Trip+15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eSXJI92zimc/TmupKyfJYLI/AAAAAAAAFjY/xwjsUhP4O8I/s1600/Trip+15.jpg" width="428px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amelia talks about Aunt Lydia, Uncle Rick and their dog Allie all of the time. She can't wait to visit again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-6752751631539835365?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/6752751631539835365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=6752751631539835365&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/6752751631539835365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/6752751631539835365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-trip-of-summer.html' title='Last Trip Of The Summer'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7NRwGtI29k/TmuhhyGNZgI/AAAAAAAAFig/hWrI21kOBY0/s72-c/Trip+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-7840301048537863271</id><published>2011-09-07T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T10:04:55.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amelia'/><title type='text'>"That Isn't Even My Princess Laugh"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning I took Eva to the doctor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the visit Amelia was acting silly and she started laughing over nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eva asked her why she was laughing and she said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"That isn't even my princess laugh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told her:&amp;nbsp;"I didn't know you have&amp;nbsp;a princess laugh." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eva told her: "Laugh like a princess". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So she&amp;nbsp;laughed in this completely silly way, and the doctor, who is usually so sober, burst out laughing too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess you had to be there, but it was very.funny.moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-7840301048537863271?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/7840301048537863271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=7840301048537863271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7840301048537863271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7840301048537863271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/09/that-isnt-even-my-princess-laugh.html' title='&quot;That Isn&apos;t Even My Princess Laugh&quot;'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519437947706768273.post-7980873652356197478</id><published>2011-09-06T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T12:09:33.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Cream'/><title type='text'>Vanilla Peach Frozen Yogurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3BLOk_Erd8/TmOpNhJsJWI/AAAAAAAAFic/soL1yUcKlpc/s1600/Vanilla+Peach+Frozen+Yogurt+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3BLOk_Erd8/TmOpNhJsJWI/AAAAAAAAFic/soL1yUcKlpc/s1600/Vanilla+Peach+Frozen+Yogurt+1.jpg" width="640px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Simple to make, light and refreshing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanilla Peach Frozen Yogurt﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;32 ounces (4 cups) plain whole milk yogurt (don't use non-fat or low-fat)&lt;/div&gt;3/4 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;2 medium yellow peaches, diced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mix together the yogurt, sugar and vanilla extract.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pour into a 1 1/2 quart or larger ice cream machine.&lt;br /&gt;3. Churn for 30 - 35 minutes until the mixture is a soft serve consistency.&lt;br /&gt;4. Stir in the peaches.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pour into a freezer safe container and freeze for several hours until semi- firm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519437947706768273-7980873652356197478?l=pink-over-load.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/feeds/7980873652356197478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519437947706768273&amp;postID=7980873652356197478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7980873652356197478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519437947706768273/posts/default/7980873652356197478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-over-load.blogspot.com/2011/09/vanilla-peach-frozen-yogurt.html' title='Vanilla Peach Frozen Yogurt'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07921498774372487213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pegKUXz2mIM/Su0w8SWuNlI/AAAAAAAACr0/ABjtkTcJqcA/S220/April+October+31.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t3BLOk_Erd8/TmOpNhJsJWI/AAAAAAAAFic/soL1yUcKlpc/s72-c/Vanilla+Peach+Frozen+Yogurt+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
