<?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-36232626</id><updated>2012-01-19T17:26:36.044-07:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif'/><title type='text'>I Can Make It</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>283</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-9222145607632389047</id><published>2012-01-02T09:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:18:53.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: 2012 ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have been blog hopping this morning, I have seen so many "Year in Review" posts out there. I'm not going to write one of those. I will tell you this, I am SO HAPPY to leave 2011 behind. It wasn't a bad year...I don't want to forget it... I just have no desire to have that many personal revelations about myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds selfish? You are correct. I've had a great life. I've never had to endure anything that was so difficult I thought I might die. Things have always come naturally easy for me. For the first time in my life, they didn't. I actually had to figure out what was worth doing and achieving for myself. I AM 33! Shouldn't I know this already? I should, but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've always struggled with my ever increasing weight, this year I've actually started to battle it. I've always been an active member of the church, and this year I've actually started to work on building a testimony to figure out if it was correct. I've always known I wanted to be a mother, but this year I'm learning how to be the correct mother for my children... and shocked that they each need a different kind of mother. I've actually learned to say no. I've made decisions about being a working mother that I haven't come to a conclusion about. I've actually realized how much money we make and how much we spend and found out how much we should be spending... and am almost okay with it. I've figured out what I can live without, and what makes my life easier (Diet Soda and evenings out with friends). I've become an adult and I can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I guess I just wrote a year in review of the things on my mind... and with that being said, I'll set my same resolutions that I do every year:&lt;br /&gt;1. lose weight&lt;br /&gt;2. get organized&lt;br /&gt;3. spend less money&lt;br /&gt;4. be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and this year I may just accomplish them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-9222145607632389047?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/9222145607632389047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=9222145607632389047' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/9222145607632389047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/9222145607632389047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-as-i-have-been-blog-hopping-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-9180837289404952912</id><published>2011-12-06T16:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:42:26.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:: IT WAS HALLOWEEN... A FEW MONTHS AGO ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kg-4Sja-HG0/Tt6mQ1XECLI/AAAAAAAABY0/KRYIVgiqBXE/s1600/Halloween%2B2011%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kg-4Sja-HG0/Tt6mQ1XECLI/AAAAAAAABY0/KRYIVgiqBXE/s320/Halloween%2B2011%2B%25281%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683162587920074930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen wanted to be a knight and Piper wanted to be a pink princess. I was happy to find an inexpensive costume for Cohen that he thought was so cool. Sadly... it was that cheap store bought costume fabric and I knew he would be so cold while out trick or treating. But, I didn't know how to make him one, so I decided to just get it. The weather was mild so a long sleeve shirt and sweat pants underneath did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uiZkF_yIkJ8/Tt6nFqTfckI/AAAAAAAABZA/OVZ_Nexo4Hw/s1600/Trick-or-Treat%2B2011%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uiZkF_yIkJ8/Tt6nFqTfckI/AAAAAAAABZA/OVZ_Nexo4Hw/s320/Trick-or-Treat%2B2011%2B%25281%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683163495485370946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so cute. But most importantly, he felt awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was Sissy's dress. I wanted to make it, but I knew I would need a lot of help because I don't really know how to sew clothing. Good think my mom and sister are costume seamstress extraordinaire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkEmTjwNk6c/Tt6nqIelWaI/AAAAAAAABZM/aAdKEnprDpw/s1600/Trick-or-Treat%2B2011%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TkEmTjwNk6c/Tt6nqIelWaI/AAAAAAAABZM/aAdKEnprDpw/s320/Trick-or-Treat%2B2011%2B%25282%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683164122060249506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 12 yards of fabric... 12 YARDS! Sheesh that is a lot of fabric. But I really enjoyed making it, even if Lyn was not that stoked to help. They were both so cute walking around together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5VEinwdU3N4/Tt6oKs2suyI/AAAAAAAABZY/IF9g6fioiFw/s1600/Trick-or-Treat%2B2011%2B%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5VEinwdU3N4/Tt6oKs2suyI/AAAAAAAABZY/IF9g6fioiFw/s320/Trick-or-Treat%2B2011%2B%25286%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683164681580886818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-9180837289404952912?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/9180837289404952912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=9180837289404952912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/9180837289404952912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/9180837289404952912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-was-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kg-4Sja-HG0/Tt6mQ1XECLI/AAAAAAAABY0/KRYIVgiqBXE/s72-c/Halloween%2B2011%2B%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-6308088578138697199</id><published>2011-12-06T09:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T09:13:59.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:: THANKSGIVING POINT YEARLY PASS GIVE-AWAY ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving it away... &lt;a href="http://petitelefant.com/thanksgiving-point-family-pass-giveaway/"&gt;Petit Elefant&lt;/a&gt; is. You should go enter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I've decided one of my 2012 resolutions is time management which includes resurrecting this blog. Will I stick to it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-6308088578138697199?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6308088578138697199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=6308088578138697199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6308088578138697199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6308088578138697199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanksgiving-point-yearly-pass-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-1372927221185088503</id><published>2011-09-08T12:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T12:37:31.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: LOST ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z6F_zaQAxPA/TmkZO72MqQI/AAAAAAAABYY/96wftiC023s/s1600/DSCF8061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z6F_zaQAxPA/TmkZO72MqQI/AAAAAAAABYY/96wftiC023s/s320/DSCF8061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650074951886874882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so busy. I thought I'd be back to normal by the end of August. Maybe next month. I refuse to let September be seen out of the window, though. After all... it is my most favorite month of all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-1372927221185088503?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1372927221185088503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=1372927221185088503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1372927221185088503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1372927221185088503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2011/09/lost-life-is-so-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z6F_zaQAxPA/TmkZO72MqQI/AAAAAAAABYY/96wftiC023s/s72-c/DSCF8061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-4134338010611420510</id><published>2011-06-20T10:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T06:21:50.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: BABY YOU'RE A FIREWORK ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKWnsJhorU4/Tf-F9__V_oI/AAAAAAAABWU/UQeUNN9msq4/s1600/DSCF8133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKWnsJhorU4/Tf-F9__V_oI/AAAAAAAABWU/UQeUNN9msq4/s320/DSCF8133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620358160177299074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE July 4th decor. Love it! I don't really love it on a daily basis, but I do appreciate and embrace it for the entire summer. I started making this wreathe over two years ago. I lost interest in making those darn pinwheels and when the patriotic decor got put away, I packed up the project. Last year we were moving the week of July 4th, so I ignored it again. I recently got the Martha Stewart Crafts score board thingy (I have no idea what it is called) and decided it was time to finish it off. I scoured the craft room and found other dood-dads and what-nots and just glued them all on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OkqVJcle6vU/Tf-FxY9mObI/AAAAAAAABWM/dSSfGapH14c/s1600/DSCF8132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OkqVJcle6vU/Tf-FxY9mObI/AAAAAAAABWM/dSSfGapH14c/s320/DSCF8132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620357943542561202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHOO! I absolutely love the way it turned out. It looks like fireworks and I've had that Katy Perry song in my head for a week now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linked up here: &lt;a href="http://www.bystephanielynn.com/2011/06/sunday-showcase-party-with-mama-j.html"&gt;http://www.bystephanielynn.com/2011/06/sunday-showcase-party-with-mama-j.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linked up here: &lt;a href="http://craftomaniac.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://craftomaniac.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-4134338010611420510?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4134338010611420510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=4134338010611420510' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4134338010611420510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4134338010611420510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-youre-firework-i-love-july-4th.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKWnsJhorU4/Tf-F9__V_oI/AAAAAAAABWU/UQeUNN9msq4/s72-c/DSCF8133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-4969229897015089041</id><published>2011-06-08T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T18:12:56.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: IF YOU WONDER WHY I ACT LIKE I SOMETIMES DO ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DsZdTl640AY" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because I was raised in Idaho-oooooh000h0h0h0h0h!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon. I'm trying to figure out how to manage my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-4969229897015089041?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4969229897015089041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=4969229897015089041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4969229897015089041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4969229897015089041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-you-wonder-why-i-act-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DsZdTl640AY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-5415894596569478666</id><published>2011-03-19T14:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T14:47:36.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: DAY 4 ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My addictions and bad habits are many... sadly... but I am confident enough with myself to admit that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1... take a big FAT guess what I might say. I don't want to explain it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://magicpork.com/images/diet_dr_pepper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 203px;" src="http://magicpork.com/images/diet_dr_pepper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Netflix: It is the best and worst $10 we spend each month. I have caught up on so many dumb shows that I didn't even know existed that I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEEDED&lt;/span&gt; to watch. I figure my queue will run out eventually, but until then I'm watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the two biggies right now. I really have no intentions of stopping either. They are making me a little lazier, but if I watch Netflix on the iPod touch while drinking a Diet DP and going on a walk, I see a brighter future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-5415894596569478666?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5415894596569478666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=5415894596569478666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5415894596569478666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5415894596569478666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-4-my-addictions-and-bad-habits-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-5737840424765011941</id><published>2011-03-19T14:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T14:38:05.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: I'M ROCKIN' THIS CHALLENGE  ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SMOKES... I'm really good at follow through, eh? Day 3 stumped me because all of my photos of myself with friends are on our desktop that currently doesn't have a monitor connected to it (I stole the monitor for my work laptop). I'm to lazy to climb under my desk and unplug it and take it about 20 feet to the desktop and climb under that desk. Whew. Just wears me out thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, our oven broke. It is prehistoric so we are very happy. We decided we'd go through our home warranty and they are replacing it with a new one. We only have to pay about $30 for a new stainless range that matches our dishwasher. WOOT! If only I could get the fridge to break before July 1st. We can't even have the oven plugged in because the alarm saying something is wrong won't stop beeping. If I can't cook it on an electric skillet, we aren't having it. The new oven should be here by the end of next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worked almost 40 hours this week. Crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My church Primary calling has become a full-time job this week, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Jeff is in town with his family so we're going to my parents for a nice warm meal. With a broken oven we've eaten a lot of grilled cheese and pancakes. They better bake something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started drinking diet soda again. I went 2 weeks without it. I totally missed it. I've cut out all processed sugar from my diet and I don't miss it at all. But all I think about is Diet DP. I need to go to rehab. SO... I am allowed one a day. If I make it to 4:00 pm without one, I won't drink one. It is working pretty well so far. Moderation is best anyway right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bad for the Japanese people. Last week I couldn't pull myself away from the videos showing the waves carrying buildings away. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently addicted to past seasons of ANY show that has aired on ABC Family. It is rather pathetic how quickly I cruise through these shows. They are always on in the background while I work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all... my life is the same as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the regular blog silence that you are used to. Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-5737840424765011941?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5737840424765011941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=5737840424765011941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5737840424765011941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5737840424765011941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-rockin-this-challenge-holy-smokes.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-3372208747890921411</id><published>2011-03-04T09:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:31:49.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: DAY 2 ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time I started this blog (almost 5 years ago) I was just discovering the land of craft blogs. Within the first 6 months, I realized that most of them were just copying whatever someone else was doing, or reposting some fabulous project from another blog.  ALSO, I was doing a lot of craft boutiques (selling my goods) at the time. I came home from a particularly bad show (I sold like 2 things) in total frustration. Everyone EVERYONE (read: except the two that bought something) made the comment, "Oooh. I can make that." or "Did you just use ____?" or "Where did you buy the ____ to make _____." I was so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me back up. My craftiness was inherited from my parents. My mom and dad were both very willing to let us use their stash to make what we wanted. I sewed a little in home ec, but as a youth I was always covering things with sequins and fabric scraps. My mom let me do with my room what I pleased. She let me draw on my shoes. My friends, Ris and Kim, used to draw stories of us doing amazing things (and kissing hot boys - I still have some of them Ris) and I would plaster my walls with them. Then Ris asked me to sew fabric panels in the sides of pants. We did that for a year and I made a few tank tops and Halloween costumes. My freshman year of college, my roommate Kirstin got me started on scrapbooking. My sophomore year in college I started working at a mill end fabric/craft store called Piece Goods. I had rows and rows of vintage trims for like 17 cents a yard. I started my craft supply collection then.  When I was serving my LDS mission, making things is what I missed the most. Crazy huh. When I got home, I modge podged a dresser, and then married an artist. I like to make things... or think about making things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward... Utah is an extremely crafty and 'mend and make do' kind of state. Crafty is part of the LDS young women's and Relief Society programs. We are taught to be resourceful and make things. So, after a while with just my name at the top of my blog, I decided to mimic the millions of crafty ladies in this state and just exclaim "I CAN MAKE IT". Originally I thought I was going to make this blog about craft tutorials and things I'd like to knock off, but I lost interest in it. There are so many other blogs out there doing the same thing. So for now, I'll just keep hoarding crafting supplies and make things when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However... the lesson in all of this is, sometimes it isn't worth going home and making it. I appreciate artisans and I am willing to buy stuff from them that I can make because they are out there making an effort to make money off of their wares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-3372208747890921411?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3372208747890921411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=3372208747890921411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3372208747890921411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3372208747890921411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2-at-time-i-started-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-4535284287109335661</id><published>2011-03-02T08:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T08:57:12.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: DAY 1 ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JsIzv7H_utY/TW5khUMcxHI/AAAAAAAABV0/aVDDrJbPxrI/s1600/Halloween%2B10.31%2B%25288%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JsIzv7H_utY/TW5khUMcxHI/AAAAAAAABV0/aVDDrJbPxrI/s320/Halloween%2B10.31%2B%25288%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579507511878009970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EEEK! That is really close up picture of myself. Do I have a big chin? This pic is very Jay Leno-esque...  It was taken on 10/31/10 as we darted from house to house trick-or-treating in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day I start blogging again (see post below). I'll try... really I will. But I am not known for finishing very many things. Okay, 15 things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm amazed that I am 32. I remember once asking my mom how old she was. She said she was 34. I was only 4 at the time. That is only 2 years away. I think I am still 19-21 year old Lori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I really really like my hair. It is never "done" but it is strait and so manageable. I don't even really have to blow dry it. When I was younger I kept it long because I was secretly quite vain about it. The long hair didn't really bother me until I was at the end of my LDS mission. I was in FL and it was hot. Plus I had gained a lot of pounds and I was headed home in 3 weeks. I needed something to distract everyone from my new found girth. So I cut 2 entire feet off. 2 FEET! Amazingly enough... I've done that twice and donated it to Locks of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I always say I love making things, but in reality I love planning to make things. Figuring out the design and shopping for supplies is my favorite part of the entire project. I really don't have time to make things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I work from home. A LOT. I enjoy it. I enjoy the free quiet time in my "mom cave" as I work away. Working part time is harder than working full time. Balancing work and home is hard, but I really am so glad that I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a hard time getting pregnant. I wish I didn't because I'd like to have more kids before I am 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When I am in a bad mood, all I want is a Maverick mug full of Diet DP and to listen to Rancid. I don't think I was an angsty teen, but when I am grumpy I revert right back to the way I was when I was 18 (except I was drinking regular DP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love live music but (read: in my old age) I hate going to concerts. I've become to uptight about being in bars, and getting hit in the head with an elbow, and screechy microphones. I need a suite in the top of the Energy Solutions Arena where I can sit in a comfy chair and enjoy the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Speaking of music, I haven't listened to any of my CDs in years but I refuse to load them on my computer and get rid of them. I have about 300. I have made a few exceptions when I need new workout music and when I am in a bad mood (see #6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I want my house to be an Anthropologie display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I want my closet to be an Anthropologie store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I want to be rich (and stick thin) so I can shop guilt free at Anthropologie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. That being said, I only own a few small items from Anthropologie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I hate cooked fruit. I love desserts, but will never eat a fruit pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I want to go to Japan only to buy fabric and little silly trinkets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If I had all of the money in the world, I would only wear a pair of socks one time. I absolutely love brand new socks. LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-4535284287109335661?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4535284287109335661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=4535284287109335661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4535284287109335661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4535284287109335661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-1-eeek-that-is-really-close-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JsIzv7H_utY/TW5khUMcxHI/AAAAAAAABV0/aVDDrJbPxrI/s72-c/Halloween%2B10.31%2B%25288%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-2408849269710549587</id><published>2011-03-01T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:57:13.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: BACK ON THE WAGON ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I saw this challenge on my cousin's blog and I thought it might help me get back into the habit of blogging. I've just been so busy with so many things that I forget to do what I enjoy. So... it starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thirty day blog challenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1- recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;br /&gt;day 2- the meaning behind your blog name&lt;br /&gt;day 3- a picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;day 4- a habit that you wish you didn’t have&lt;br /&gt;day 5- a picture of somewhere you've been to&lt;br /&gt;day 6- favorite super hero and why&lt;br /&gt;day 7- a picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;br /&gt;day 8- short term goals for this month and why&lt;br /&gt;day 9- something you're proud of in the past few days&lt;br /&gt;day 10- songs you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, hyped, mad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;day 11- another picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;day 12- how you found out about blogger and why you have one&lt;br /&gt;day 13- a letter to someone&lt;br /&gt;day 14- a picture of you and your family&lt;br /&gt;day 15- put your ipod on shuffle: first 10 songs that play&lt;br /&gt;day 16- another picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;day 17- someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;br /&gt;day 18- plans/dreams/goals you have&lt;br /&gt;day 19- nicknames you have and why you have them&lt;br /&gt;day 20- someone you love&lt;br /&gt;day 21- a picture of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;day 22- what makes you different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;day 23- something you crave for a lot&lt;br /&gt;day 24- your last five facebook status'&lt;br /&gt;day 25- what I would find in your bag&lt;br /&gt;day 26- what do you think about your friends&lt;br /&gt;day 27- why are you doing this 30 day challenge&lt;br /&gt;day 28- a picture of you from last year and now, how have you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;day 29- in this past month, what have you learned&lt;br /&gt;day 30- your favorite song &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-2408849269710549587?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2408849269710549587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=2408849269710549587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2408849269710549587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2408849269710549587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-on-wagon-i-saw-this-challenge-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-1466845667906515366</id><published>2011-01-12T20:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:30:31.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: ADVENT ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Christmas is over, but my Christmas decor needed a major overhaul. Now that I know we'll still be here until next year (which I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; hoped for in our apartment for the last 8 years), I can find permanent stuff. I found loads and loads of stuff at Hobby Lobby for 80% off. Whoa momma! However, I did not find a tree for under $50 so we'll have our little 4 foot midgie for another year I guess. I just need to be more aggressive next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.potterybarn.com/pbimgs/rk/images/dp/wcm/201036/0018/img76m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 344px;" src="http://www.potterybarn.com/pbimgs/rk/images/dp/wcm/201036/0018/img76m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;image from &lt;a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/products/bucket-branch-advent-calender/?pkey=csale-wall-decor"&gt;Pottery Barn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I want to make a permanent staple in the Van Wag house hold is the tradition of Advent. My brother-in-law's girlfriend bought the kids one of those cheepy chocolate and cardboard versions from the market and the loved it. LOVED it. Cohen said it made Christmas seem like FOREVER (in Sandlot voice) away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://printable.tipjunkie.com/wp-content/uploads/574__advent-192x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 300px;" src="http://printable.tipjunkie.com/wp-content/uploads/574__advent-192x300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;image from &lt;a href="http://printable.tipjunkie.com/cookie-sheet-advent-calendar/"&gt;tip junkie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my mom having a lovely puffy fabric Christmas tree that she hanged mini candy canes on. I think eventually we just quit taking the candy canes off and they stayed there year after year. We'd only eat them when desperate for sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLg7ztV2uDI/STRewBCpVYI/AAAAAAAABW4/7Vscw53nBVA/s400/IMG_1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLg7ztV2uDI/STRewBCpVYI/AAAAAAAABW4/7Vscw53nBVA/s400/IMG_1742.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;image from &lt;a href="http://2boys2girls-thepainterfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-traditions.html"&gt;the painter family blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would like one that I could use year to year without the kids getting too bored from it. I want it to be something they look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee66/ashwoolf/adventcalendar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 477px;" src="http://i231.photobucket.com/albums/ee66/ashwoolf/adventcalendar1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;image from &lt;a href="http://ashleewoolf.blogspot.com/2009/12/nativity-advent-calendar.html"&gt;Ashley Woolf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm torn between several different versions... should I focus on a piece of candy? a small gift? an activity? a scripture? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.scrapscene.com/wp-content/uploads/LindaBarutha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://www.scrapscene.com/wp-content/uploads/LindaBarutha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;image from &lt;a href="http://lindabaruthadesigns.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-one.html"&gt;Linda Barutha Designs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know. I've bookmarked a whole bunch of images of the advent calendars. It is a good thing I have a while to think about it before I need to have it done. But you all know me... I'll be working on it next Dec. 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-1466845667906515366?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1466845667906515366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=1466845667906515366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1466845667906515366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1466845667906515366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/advent-i-know-christmas-is-over-but-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GLg7ztV2uDI/STRewBCpVYI/AAAAAAAABW4/7Vscw53nBVA/s72-c/IMG_1742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-1431543903545483938</id><published>2011-01-05T15:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:20:57.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: IDEAS ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sillypreciouspiggies.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/wreath3_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 319px;" src="http://www.sillypreciouspiggies.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/wreath3_thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sillypreciouspiggies.com/2010/12/craft-tutorial-embroidery-hoop-wreath/"&gt;Image Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I came across this and I needed to bookmark it somehow. I would like to make something like this for Piper's bedroom. It would be darling on her "P" wall (that is still in the works). The monogram trend is probably already out and will be even more out by the time I finally get all of the Ps finished. I'm almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-1431543903545483938?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1431543903545483938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=1431543903545483938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1431543903545483938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1431543903545483938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/ideas-image-source-i-came-across-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-5738236905501104905</id><published>2011-01-03T19:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:23:54.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: OUTSOURCED ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TSKCi_5e2LI/AAAAAAAABVo/v4S_vLdNOJQ/s1600/Fall%2B2010%2BMOre%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TSKCi_5e2LI/AAAAAAAABVo/v4S_vLdNOJQ/s320/Fall%2B2010%2BMOre%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558148427908307122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a strange day for me. I woke up knowing I had a hard decision to make. I've been offered more hours and responsibilities with my job. For the past 4 years I have been able to work for &lt;a href="http://caronefitness.com"&gt;Carone Fitness&lt;/a&gt; entirely at home with my kids around. I've had help on busy busy days, but for the most part I could juggle it. But not lately. I can't stay up working until 2:00 am any more. I have too many other things going on in my life, but I really like (and need) my job. So - I have hired help. I don't feel wrong about it at all, just different. Cohen used to go to my in-laws house every day while I was working full-time and Mike was in school and we've had people babysit our kids all of the time, but this just feels so different. This is a decision that is going to help me stay on top of my job. I can set aside a specific time for work and not feel guilty that I have kids in the other room watching television. I won't mutter the words, "just a minute." so often. A little bit of my heart breaks thinking about it. But I am ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. This post is random. I don't even know what I am trying to get out...just some feelings. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-5738236905501104905?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5738236905501104905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=5738236905501104905' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5738236905501104905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5738236905501104905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/outsourced-today-has-been-strange-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TSKCi_5e2LI/AAAAAAAABVo/v4S_vLdNOJQ/s72-c/Fall%2B2010%2BMOre%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-1467346846014908175</id><published>2011-01-01T14:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:23:21.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;:: MAYBE I'LL START BLOGGING AGAIN ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TR-WaxktJ0I/AAAAAAAABVY/kIeUP6oj6Xo/s1600/DSCF7374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TR-WaxktJ0I/AAAAAAAABVY/kIeUP6oj6Xo/s320/DSCF7374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557325851926538050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo has nothing to do with post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the beginning of another year. Judging by the activity levels and chaos during my life in the past two weeks, I am under the impression that 2011 is going to be gone before I know it. Then it will be 2012, which is supposedly the end of the world, so I guess I should really live this year up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TR-YKEScVQI/AAAAAAAABVg/_CRSn_t-C7A/s1600/Kids%2BDVD%2B10.28%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TR-YKEScVQI/AAAAAAAABVg/_CRSn_t-C7A/s320/Kids%2BDVD%2B10.28%2B%25283%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557327763915691266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We finally got a DVD player so the kids don't have to lounge around to portable on my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel like I should make resolutions, but I know myself. They'll be out the door within the week. Changing habits is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;!  My resolution is to stay on top of things so that I don't feel so bogged down with tasks all of the time. I figure with my new calling as Primary President, added duties and demands at work, the goal of living in a more grown-up (read: clean) home, the desire to stay in touch with people, the inner need to create, and then there are all of those books I want to read... I think I've got enough to worry about. There are so many improvements to our home that need to be made like a yard, front landscaping, redoing the bathroom, crown molding and baseboards, and rain gutters. We NEED to go on a vacation this year and buy a trampoline. More importantly, I need to be a mother to my fabo kids and a wife to my husband. Isn't that the worst part of getting too busy... we neglect our families. (If I write it like we all do it, it makes me feel better).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2011 to you all. It is going to be EPIC! Okay... probably not, but I have a feeling it is going to be pretty darn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-1467346846014908175?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1467346846014908175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=1467346846014908175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1467346846014908175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1467346846014908175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2011/01/maybe-ill-start-blogging-again-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TR-WaxktJ0I/AAAAAAAABVY/kIeUP6oj6Xo/s72-c/DSCF7374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-6744699369549964043</id><published>2010-11-03T12:30:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:46:16.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: THE NEVER-ENDING BUSH ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the North side of our yard, we had a GIGANTIC bush... it had little white flowers when we first looked at the house. It didn't seem so bad. We did want to remove it, though. Much to our disappointment, it contained billions of 1" thorns. This bush was not going to give up a fight. Luckily, Mike did most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TNG4z4mtw5I/AAAAAAAABUU/_QV7wGjnArA/s1600/Taking+down+the+bush.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TNG4z4mtw5I/AAAAAAAABUU/_QV7wGjnArA/s320/Taking+down+the+bush.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535408618522657682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to take a true "before" photo, but this is when about two-thirds of it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TNG5A63on7I/AAAAAAAABUc/qL5wmEfv_gU/s1600/Taking+down+the+bush+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TNG5A63on7I/AAAAAAAABUc/qL5wmEfv_gU/s320/Taking+down+the+bush+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535408842468794290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One weekend at a time... Mike found a tiny little fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TNG5XMeJbkI/AAAAAAAABUs/64n-qlk2NaA/s1600/Taking+down+the+bush+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TNG5XMeJbkI/AAAAAAAABUs/64n-qlk2NaA/s320/Taking+down+the+bush+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535409225150852674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weeks ago, we rented a green waste dumpster and got most of the bush in it. Sadly, not all of it would fit so we are (im)patiently waiting for Dec. 2nd when the next one shows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TNG517eadQI/AAAAAAAABU0/g2EAiHhzsPw/s1600/Bush+Down+11.3+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TNG517eadQI/AAAAAAAABU0/g2EAiHhzsPw/s320/Bush+Down+11.3+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535409753164510466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There it is! All gone (minus a stump you can see on the right). Wahoo! If you can imagine it, the bush went about 3 feet higher than the fence for the entire length. The bush was 12 feet deep. We gained 120 square feet of front yard. CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TNG6YJnQlZI/AAAAAAAABU8/eJQ19Pwnt5U/s1600/Bush+Down+11.3+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TNG6YJnQlZI/AAAAAAAABU8/eJQ19Pwnt5U/s320/Bush+Down+11.3+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535410341075260818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is the pile that we have left to fill another dumpster with. We also want to cut down some of that rascally tree. It is growing through the fence and under the sidewalk. Rascally! As you can see, we live at a dead end and just beyond that barrier is the gate that opens to the back playground of Cohen's elementary school. AWESOME! On cold days, he listens for the bell and then runs to the school and makes if with a few minutes to spare before the tardy bell rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TNG7VQitRlI/AAAAAAAABVE/OWvKmyxy94w/s1600/Bush+Down+11.3+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TNG7VQitRlI/AAAAAAAABVE/OWvKmyxy94w/s320/Bush+Down+11.3+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535411390907237970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is our house in all of its 1970's split level glory. I wish the leaves were still on the tree. The Halloween storm took them all off. Now that the crazy bush is gone, we have to put a fence in between the shed (that thing on the right of the house). My mom helped me build (what will be) the flower garden. I can't wait for spring. I was hoping to get a lot more done this Fall, but we've come a long way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-6744699369549964043?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6744699369549964043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=6744699369549964043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6744699369549964043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6744699369549964043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-ending-bush-on-north-side-of-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TNG4z4mtw5I/AAAAAAAABUU/_QV7wGjnArA/s72-c/Taking+down+the+bush.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-5280009202983538332</id><published>2010-09-29T06:08:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T06:26:36.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: THE WALLPAPER AND OIL BASED PAINT LOSE AGAIN ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This room is so far from being an "after" because one wall is still lined with boxes and we haven't put up the baseboards or door molding. However, this room took THE MOST work of all of the rooms in the house because of it's fabulous wallpaper and oil based paint and paneling. YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the basement living room. I don't know the difference between a living and family room, but this is the place that houses the television. So, which one is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM7EsIFxCI/AAAAAAAABTU/KlX4oOdjRIk/s1600/Before+Living+Book+Case.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM7EsIFxCI/AAAAAAAABTU/KlX4oOdjRIk/s320/Before+Living+Book+Case.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522322519836967970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That bookcase hides the water main shut off for the the house. We needed to keep it open, but didn't want that shelf there. The carpet was a nice purplish colored Berber that had been loved by dogs. Are you jealous? Are you wondering why we thought this house was the one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM7g_lhwvI/AAAAAAAABTc/4Hi5684_Q18/s1600/Before+Living+Down.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM7g_lhwvI/AAAAAAAABTc/4Hi5684_Q18/s320/Before+Living+Down.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522323006097048306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white is the 1970's finest paneling. The creamish color is a really rubbery natural patterned wallpaper (that was falling off) and the border well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM715CjhbI/AAAAAAAABTk/A7ZvPZfqKSo/s1600/Before+Living+Wallpaper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM715CjhbI/AAAAAAAABTk/A7ZvPZfqKSo/s320/Before+Living+Wallpaper.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522323365117003186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... it was just lovely. AND - they left three whole rolls in case we needed to do some touch ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM8HzKHlTI/AAAAAAAABTs/O8Gz7q0l1K8/s1600/During+Down+Wall+Paper+Removal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM8HzKHlTI/AAAAAAAABTs/O8Gz7q0l1K8/s320/During+Down+Wall+Paper+Removal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522323672775759154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We enlisted the help of my sister and her husband (there may or may not have been a baby in the blanket) and got to work. I hope all of you have a sister like Lyndsey with a husband like Darin. They are hard workers! (side note: they do it all with their little son strapped in a backpack on their back. They are teaching him young!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM8nzR2iTI/AAAAAAAABT0/mYimm9LSuGU/s1600/During+Down+Hall+Mike+Scrape.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM8nzR2iTI/AAAAAAAABT0/mYimm9LSuGU/s320/During+Down+Hall+Mike+Scrape.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522324222564010290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike worked on this section in the hallway for 2 days. He was determined to get it smoothed out. After all of this hard work, he just knocked the wall down and started over. We have cement lip through out the entire basement and the previous owners tried to hide it with lopsided walls and poor taping. Mike raised the drywall up above it and we're hiding it with wide baseboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM9K7--KwI/AAAAAAAABT8/Bwy-XuQnHZs/s1600/During+Bookshelf+Gone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM9K7--KwI/AAAAAAAABT8/Bwy-XuQnHZs/s320/During+Bookshelf+Gone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522324826196159234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The paneling came off and the bookshelf came down. As we removed the wallpaper, we started noticing some yellow shining through the white primer. We started washing the wallpaper paste and more yellow was showing up. UGH. The yellow was an oil based paint that they didn't cover correctly so we had to wash all of the old primer off and then do some perfect primering (not a word). Mike framed out where the water main is and made it look much cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM95TelO_I/AAAAAAAABUE/IZsnZcAX2qM/s1600/After+Down+Hall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM95TelO_I/AAAAAAAABUE/IZsnZcAX2qM/s320/After+Down+Hall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522325622776740850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice smooth wall with no bulges and bows in the sheet rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM-JR5hLvI/AAAAAAAABUM/w50RdQSRm6A/s1600/After+Bookcase+Living+DOwn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM-JR5hLvI/AAAAAAAABUM/w50RdQSRm6A/s320/After+Bookcase+Living+DOwn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522325897230757618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the bookshelf used to be. Mike is going to build a door that will hide the water main, but I think he did a stellar job on this room. We've got a few more things to finish (after we're done concentrating on the outside) but over all it is a billion times better than it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-5280009202983538332?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5280009202983538332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=5280009202983538332' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5280009202983538332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5280009202983538332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/09/wallpaper-and-oil-based-paint-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TKM7EsIFxCI/AAAAAAAABTU/KlX4oOdjRIk/s72-c/Before+Living+Book+Case.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-2795595671394064467</id><published>2010-09-16T12:05:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T12:29:20.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: THANKS FOR YOUR JUNK ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at several (at least 50) houses before we decided on this one. I could tell the previous owners were cluttery, but their house didn't seem dirty. HOLY SMOKES! When they moved out and we were finally allowed to go in I could not believe the amount of junk they left. I would expect it from a short sale or foreclosure... but we bought the house from them and paid the full asking price. Seems pretty jerky to me. We have about 2 more garbage days to finally be rid of what they left behind; shoes, pillows, a sweet dream catcher, tools, dog poop, dishes, but no treasures. Here are some things I took pictures of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closet before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJrqWl4QPI/AAAAAAAABSM/mXYRqGXEb8c/s1600/Before+Broom+Closet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJrqWl4QPI/AAAAAAAABSM/mXYRqGXEb8c/s320/Before+Broom+Closet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517590868845412594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same closet all cleaned and painted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJsBmq9-PI/AAAAAAAABSU/Y_vWsa6zLa4/s1600/After+Painted+Broom+Closet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJsBmq9-PI/AAAAAAAABSU/Y_vWsa6zLa4/s320/After+Painted+Broom+Closet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517591268298717426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary laundry room (that is still scary):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJsS93TlVI/AAAAAAAABSc/Usc-GEdEnXg/s1600/Before+Laundry+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJsS93TlVI/AAAAAAAABSc/Usc-GEdEnXg/s320/Before+Laundry+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517591566582256978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carpet remnants on the top shelf were so dusty and filled with spider webs. I actually took this photo after I threw a lot of the stuff away. I can't wait to get our tax return because we are turning this dungeon into a functional and bright laundry/storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJsmf_R4tI/AAAAAAAABSk/ZYoATGHoOcI/s1600/Before+Storage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJsmf_R4tI/AAAAAAAABSk/ZYoATGHoOcI/s320/Before+Storage.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517591902160020178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More junk and a black market operation table. YIKES! It is now gone. That white blur on the right of this picture was a giant dream catcher. It had that weird fluffy dream catcher stuff on it, pheasant feathers, and SO MANY COBWEBS! I carried it very carefully out to the dumpster along with those pillows and random shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJtNfa6kpI/AAAAAAAABSs/hJOB6gHqyb0/s1600/Before+Storage+Table.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJtNfa6kpI/AAAAAAAABSs/hJOB6gHqyb0/s320/Before+Storage+Table.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517592572022395538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it looks like now (only it has our washer and dryer in there) and really this is as good as it will be for awhile. No more moldy carpet and scary dream catchers. The "after" pics will come after Uncle Sam writes us a check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJtyFXeIKI/AAAAAAAABS0/UtWZ6fr3keg/s1600/After+Clean+Laundry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJtyFXeIKI/AAAAAAAABS0/UtWZ6fr3keg/s320/After+Clean+Laundry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517593200683786402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also left us this sweet totally broken dog kennel, complete with a giant pile of petrified poop and some shredded tarps that are not pictured.  This dog kennel is gone - I gave it to some scrap metal pickers along with a bottle of water. It was the least I could do. The grass is dead on purpose... we're killing it and all of the weeds that come along with it and starting over next spring. OH I CAN'T WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJucjL109I/AAAAAAAABS8/dHIrGve9Ito/s1600/Back+Dead+Lawn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJucjL109I/AAAAAAAABS8/dHIrGve9Ito/s320/Back+Dead+Lawn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517593930242577362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a brighter note, we have a great back deck (that I have powerwashed 1/2 of the paint off of) that is bigger than most of the rooms in the house and a fantastic view of the Wasatch Front. I look at this picture and wonder why I killed the lawn, but then I remember that more than 1/2 of the lovely green color in this picture are weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJvPCnkcWI/AAAAAAAABTM/ldymDpzCmeE/s1600/Back+Deck+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJvPCnkcWI/AAAAAAAABTM/ldymDpzCmeE/s320/Back+Deck+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517594797673836898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more to brag about on these spaces, but they really are the worst part of the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-2795595671394064467?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2795595671394064467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=2795595671394064467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2795595671394064467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2795595671394064467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/09/thanks-for-your-junk-we-looked-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TJJrqWl4QPI/AAAAAAAABSM/mXYRqGXEb8c/s72-c/Before+Broom+Closet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-4774989315249957664</id><published>2010-09-13T13:18:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:46:08.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: BEFORE AND SORT OF AFTER ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per request, here are some pics of before and after painting and carpet. We painted EVERY surface of this house (minus 3 ceilings) and a few cabinets. So here we go. (I'll do this in a few installments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Room Upstairs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TI6MM0hNjbI/AAAAAAAABRs/RDGtmpVD0Hg/s1600/Before+Living+Room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TI6MM0hNjbI/AAAAAAAABRs/RDGtmpVD0Hg/s320/Before+Living+Room.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516500745459699122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the lovely mauve curtains. They are replaced with the curtains I wrote about here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TI6MYYPzpqI/AAAAAAAABR0/d6ZMhNWFMho/s1600/Before+Living+Room+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TI6MYYPzpqI/AAAAAAAABR0/d6ZMhNWFMho/s320/Before+Living+Room+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516500944028935842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice here the wall mounts for the television. Every room in this house had a cable running to it and wall mounts for the flat screens. If you want to mount your television to the wall, be sure you know where to put it. These were AWFUL to mud, tape and repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TI6Muhz4Z6I/AAAAAAAABR8/QGolthPFkow/s1600/After+Living+Up+Carpet+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TI6Muhz4Z6I/AAAAAAAABR8/QGolthPFkow/s320/After+Living+Up+Carpet+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516501324553283490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We painted the walls a grayish color called Stormy Weather. The carpet is DELUXE and called Heather. I wanted strait gray, but Mike convinced me it needed to be a warmer gray (towards the brown side) and I am so glad I did. It is such a great neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TI6NPE1EcSI/AAAAAAAABSE/Azs73EPFK1I/s1600/After+Living+up+half+wall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TI6NPE1EcSI/AAAAAAAABSE/Azs73EPFK1I/s320/After+Living+up+half+wall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516501883709321506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our home is a split entry, so this is the 1/2 wall between the living room and the entry way. I love the white ledge. The entire house was a yellowy color and the previous owners did a very sloppy job and it was all over the baseboards and trims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-4774989315249957664?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4774989315249957664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=4774989315249957664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4774989315249957664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4774989315249957664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/09/before-and-sort-of-after-as-per-request.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TI6MM0hNjbI/AAAAAAAABRs/RDGtmpVD0Hg/s72-c/Before+Living+Room.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-9109072419520187299</id><published>2010-09-10T12:22:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:41:40.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: A CORNER IN A ROOM ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I enlisted the help of my neighbor to help me hang some stuff. For the most part it turned out, but then I got cocky and put some extra holes in the walls. Woops! Mike spent all summer making sure this house had no more holes in the walls... mudding, sanding, mudding, sanding... so he is hesitant about hanging anything. I am just sick of of everything leaning up against the walls and being on the floor. I want to feel like a I live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIqGfLruo-I/AAAAAAAABRU/Gp9rb2JQm38/s1600/Cohen+Chalkboard+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIqGfLruo-I/AAAAAAAABRU/Gp9rb2JQm38/s320/Cohen+Chalkboard+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515368563938862050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tackled the easy stuff first. Cohen is a creative little guy. He loves drawing maps and anything related to Mario Bros. He was dead set on decorating his room with all things Mario. He wanted a mural (NOOOOOOOOOOO!) but we settled on posters instead. They are on the way. I digress... I wanted to give him his own little working corner. So here is what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIqHOHM91QI/AAAAAAAABRc/nHxWAM3aGkI/s1600/Cohen+Chalkboard+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIqHOHM91QI/AAAAAAAABRc/nHxWAM3aGkI/s320/Cohen+Chalkboard+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515369370189944066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed this cork board from a friend's donate pile. I bought this little rod and 3 bucket thing at IKEA for a grand total of $5.  He can keep his scissors, some markers and chalk/eraser in them. I have found that he keeps his creations for about 3 weeks. That is what the cork board is for. Usually he just tapes them wherever he wants them to be. The blue dresser houses his paper, crayons, stickers, beads, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIqHxzCJvfI/AAAAAAAABRk/ykQBvC-LC44/s1600/Cohen+Chalkboard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIqHxzCJvfI/AAAAAAAABRk/ykQBvC-LC44/s320/Cohen+Chalkboard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515369983251168754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a scrap piece of plywood from Home Depot for $4.01. I used some leftover chalkboard paint and there you have it. I just screwed it right into the wall (Mike was stoked!) because I didn't have any picture hangers handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is that Cohen loves it. LOVES IT! He couldn't wait for Mike to get home so he could show him. He spent a good part of the evening in there. I hope he doesn't grow much more in the next few months because his knees are barely fitting under that table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-9109072419520187299?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/9109072419520187299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=9109072419520187299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/9109072419520187299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/9109072419520187299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/09/corner-in-room-yesterday-i-enlisted.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIqGfLruo-I/AAAAAAAABRU/Gp9rb2JQm38/s72-c/Cohen+Chalkboard+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-2397190891504915777</id><published>2010-09-08T08:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T08:38:36.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: THE BOWS ARE UNDER CONTROL ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say that have OCD in most parts of my life, but there is something about adorning Piper's head with flowers and bows that sends my serotonin into shock. MUST.HAVE.DIFFERENT.BOW.FOR.EVERY.OUTFIT. It is a strange thing considering the lack of bows/flowers I've had in my hair during my lifetime (she has me beat... hands down) and how un-girly I've also been. The mess that was becoming every surface in her room and bathroom was driving me bonkers, so I organized her bows in a fancy manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took this frame from IKEA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ikea.com/PIAimages/49617_PE145488_S3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.ikea.com/PIAimages/49617_PE145488_S3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spray painted it white and covered the back with batting, fabric, and ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIes3my0j0I/AAAAAAAABQ0/TYYz-BJbsFg/s1600/Piper+Bow+Holder+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIes3my0j0I/AAAAAAAABQ0/TYYz-BJbsFg/s320/Piper+Bow+Holder+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514566340044951362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(If I could make this again, I would do a better job measuring.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIetM_ezB7I/AAAAAAAABQ8/z4woMVE7Fxo/s1600/Piper+Bow+Holder.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIetM_ezB7I/AAAAAAAABQ8/z4woMVE7Fxo/s320/Piper+Bow+Holder.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514566707449104306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hide the imperfections with a whole lotta flowers/bows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIetgc5YmnI/AAAAAAAABRE/0VCHv3X5T3k/s1600/Piper+Bow+Holder+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIetgc5YmnI/AAAAAAAABRE/0VCHv3X5T3k/s320/Piper+Bow+Holder+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514567041762761330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admire your work and then hang the first of many P's on the wall. I want the whole wall covered in Ps of all fonts and sizes (If you see any goodies, let me know).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-2397190891504915777?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2397190891504915777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=2397190891504915777' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2397190891504915777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2397190891504915777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/09/bows-are-under-control-i-wouldnt-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIes3my0j0I/AAAAAAAABQ0/TYYz-BJbsFg/s72-c/Piper+Bow+Holder+%287%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-5946968675198549671</id><published>2010-09-07T12:11:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:19:54.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: CURTAINS COMPLETE ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIaOilSoVmI/AAAAAAAABQc/12noQ87HDYk/s1600/Curtains+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIaOilSoVmI/AAAAAAAABQc/12noQ87HDYk/s320/Curtains+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514251518538700386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that after living here for almost 2 months, and a comment from the neighbor about seeing us through our big front window, I should probably get some curtains up. I've been so wishy-washy about what I wanted. We have bright purple couches and they are definitely the elephant in the room. It is hard to decide what goes and what doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIaPOl3Y8uI/AAAAAAAABQk/WSV53-Bel0U/s1600/Curtains+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIaPOl3Y8uI/AAAAAAAABQk/WSV53-Bel0U/s320/Curtains+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514252274607125218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Mike suggested orange I instantly knew that this IKEA fabric was the right stuff.  I really wanted to find premade curtains because they are a pain(!) to make, but I bought all of this and then had second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIaP5fyUV7I/AAAAAAAABQs/QrEuiAKd808/s1600/Curtains+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIaP5fyUV7I/AAAAAAAABQs/QrEuiAKd808/s320/Curtains+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514253011709614002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made one and then let it sit there for 2-3 weeks. Today I finally hemmed it and finished up the other one during Piper's nap. I don't ever want to make curtains again. Lining and measuring and hemming and UGH... not my favorite project. But they are done, and our neighbor won't be able to see us anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-5946968675198549671?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5946968675198549671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=5946968675198549671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5946968675198549671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5946968675198549671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/09/curtains-complete-i-figured-that-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIaOilSoVmI/AAAAAAAABQc/12noQ87HDYk/s72-c/Curtains+%284%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-218820350879060247</id><published>2010-09-06T19:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:44:47.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: LABOR DAY ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIWlFmEbgYI/AAAAAAAABQU/VnhAYMUoH40/s1600/DSCF6750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIWlFmEbgYI/AAAAAAAABQU/VnhAYMUoH40/s320/DSCF6750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513994834322096514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally... my SIL in labor with her first boy as I type. Another little Van Wagoner boy. This brings the total VW boy count to 10 with one lonely Piper girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that since we're finally moved in our house and school has started I should probably start posting again. We've been working our butts off all summer to get this place ready and still feel like there is so much to do. I have a lot of projects to share if I get around to it. I've decided that Saturdays as a homeowner are not as fun as Saturdays as a renter. SO MUCH TO DO! I almost feel guilty just sitting down to relax sometimes. But I must remind myself, I am paying for the cable now so I better watch it. Plus... college football just started. Wahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like our new area a lot. I say if you live in Salt Lake County and can't afford to live in Sugarhouse or the Avenues, Taylorsville is the place to be. Every thing is so convenient. I don't have to drive very far to find things and I love that. Cohen loves his teacher and school and has met many new friends. Piper loves throwing shoes down the stairs to the front door. I love mowing the lawn. Ahhh - about 95% of the time, home ownership is the BOMB-diggity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to sort through all of my photos so I can show you all some "before/after". I've been a little slow because while I have plenty of 'befores', I don't feel most 'afters' are as 'after' as they should be. We've still got boxes lying around (the above photo has nothing to do with anything - Piper was stealing Cohen's sucker and I thought it was funny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to Missy and Andy as they have this baby au natural! Good luck to me to keep this bloggity-blog alive. Good luck to Mother Nature to keep this weather at a constant 75 degrees. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go see the outcome of the BSU game. Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-218820350879060247?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/218820350879060247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=218820350879060247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/218820350879060247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/218820350879060247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-day-literally.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/TIWlFmEbgYI/AAAAAAAABQU/VnhAYMUoH40/s72-c/DSCF6750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-8811553361494002279</id><published>2010-07-01T17:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T17:04:51.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: I'LL TAKE ONE OF THESE, PLEASE ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://j-a-girl.blogspot.com/2010/06/get-your-silhouette-here.html"&gt;http://j-a-girl.blogspot.com/2010/06/get-your-silhouette-here.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a contest going on, and I know I should be the recipient! Check it out... but don't decrease my chances of winning. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-8811553361494002279?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8811553361494002279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=8811553361494002279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/8811553361494002279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/8811553361494002279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-take-one-of-these-please-httpj-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-2984404503571289941</id><published>2010-07-01T16:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:40:19.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: UPDATE ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been really busy, but things have really calmed down and we're almost back to normal. I might add photos to this post later when I pull them all off of the camera. But, with the way things have been going, probably not. Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper turned 1! She was so cute and loved being the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;Piper's hair also was long enough to start putting it in pig tails.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to buy a house.&lt;br /&gt;Cohen lost his first tooth.&lt;br /&gt;We attended the Mule Dear dinner with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen lost his second tooth.&lt;br /&gt;We found a house and went under contract (thanks Obama! for the extra cash)&lt;br /&gt;We dug up the flowers in Grandma's beds that we should have pulled up last fall.&lt;br /&gt;I coached Cohen's soccer team. He actually enjoyed it this year.&lt;br /&gt;Easter and General conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of visits from out of town guests.&lt;br /&gt;Cohen finished Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;We closed on our house but didn't get the keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got the keys to the house and we're still not living there.&lt;br /&gt;We've spent a lot of time fixing it.&lt;br /&gt;My Grandpa Seegmiller passed away at the age of 94.&lt;br /&gt;We planted Grandma's flower beds.&lt;br /&gt;My sister Jenny had a baby #4 - Payton.&lt;br /&gt;Attended the crazy Twilight: Eclipse midnight release party. CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now on JULY 1st I can't believe so much of Summer is gone. We have been waiting for carpet to be laid in our house for a full month now. Boooo! I sent off the first mortgage payment and can't even live there. Our carpet will be laid on July 12th, so we can start moving in the next day. Wahoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-2984404503571289941?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2984404503571289941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=2984404503571289941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2984404503571289941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2984404503571289941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/07/update-weve-been-really-busy-but-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-653355626854556590</id><published>2010-04-22T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T13:28:50.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: FULL OF IDEAS ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the hardware store. I have A LOT of projects on the horizon. I just can't wait to share them all. This blog will soon be reborn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-653355626854556590?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/653355626854556590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=653355626854556590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/653355626854556590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/653355626854556590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/04/full-of-ideas-today-i-went-to-hardware.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-5052225726523335543</id><published>2010-03-06T11:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T11:16:59.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: LET THE AWKWARD STAGE BEGIN ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S5KbnXzQqTI/AAAAAAAABQE/X6Fu2wWAX3Y/s1600-h/Cohen+Lost+Tooth+2-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S5KbnXzQqTI/AAAAAAAABQE/X6Fu2wWAX3Y/s320/Cohen+Lost+Tooth+2-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445586000150571314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cohen lost his first tooth this week. Notice how the other little front tooth has started moving to the middle of the gap. It is pretty funny. Luckily that tooth is loose, too, so that gap will go away. We're getting family pictures taken this month and I really wanted those teeth to stay in two more weeks. Oh well. Can't fight natural causes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-5052225726523335543?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5052225726523335543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=5052225726523335543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5052225726523335543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5052225726523335543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/03/let-awkward-stage-begin-cohen-lost-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S5KbnXzQqTI/AAAAAAAABQE/X6Fu2wWAX3Y/s72-c/Cohen+Lost+Tooth+2-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-5274619138833305350</id><published>2010-02-09T18:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:31:16.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: THE NEED FOR A RAISE &amp;amp; A DIET ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;a href="http://www.bodenusa.com/en-US/Default.aspx"&gt;Boden&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must I be so chubby and you be so pricey? I really could be a great customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bodenusa.com/productimages/productHomeLarge/10WSPR_WE253_LBR_D01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 393px;" src="http://www.bodenusa.com/productimages/productHomeLarge/10WSPR_WE253_LBR_D01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bodenusa.com/productimages/productHomeLarge/10WSPR_WE252_RED_M01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 393px;" src="http://www.bodenusa.com/productimages/productHomeLarge/10WSPR_WE252_RED_M01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bodenusa.com/productimages/productHomeLarge/10WSPR_WK547_BLU_M01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 393px;" src="http://www.bodenusa.com/productimages/productHomeLarge/10WSPR_WK547_BLU_M01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bodenusa.com/productimages/productHomeLarge/10WSPR_WK553_SLV_M01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 393px;" src="http://www.bodenusa.com/productimages/productHomeLarge/10WSPR_WK553_SLV_M01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bodenusa.com/productimages/productHomeLarge/10WSPR_WH188_DBL_M01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 393px;" src="http://www.bodenusa.com/productimages/productHomeLarge/10WSPR_WH188_DBL_M01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bodenusa.com/productimages/productHomeLarge/10WSPR_AR435_GRY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 393px;" src="http://www.bodenusa.com/productimages/productHomeLarge/10WSPR_AR435_GRY.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really would be the best of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-5274619138833305350?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5274619138833305350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=5274619138833305350' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5274619138833305350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5274619138833305350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/02/need-for-raise-diet-dear-boden-why-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-197305463217724133</id><published>2010-01-27T12:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:00:46.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: GUILTY PLEASURES ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRjo6imaq20/S0N6AACQaoI/AAAAAAAAAhc/B3eWCfUUIQc/s400/launch-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRjo6imaq20/S0N6AACQaoI/AAAAAAAAAhc/B3eWCfUUIQc/s400/launch-6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Image Source: &lt;a href="http://www.breebiesingerdespain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bree Despain&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed something that would fulfill my need for a quick, engaging read. I read the reviews of this book and thought it would work. I just bought it because the hold list at the library was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WAY too&lt;/span&gt; long. And... upon further investigation, the author is my &lt;a href="http://www.michellesallayphotography.com/"&gt;neighbor&lt;/a&gt;'s good friend. Am I a little embarrassed that this book is written for teenage girls and I'm just so excited to read it??? I sure am, but whatever. I exposed my book list two years ago and you saw all of my guilty pleasures. I also picked up &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wuthering_Heights"&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/a&gt;. It is just a classic, more mature version of all of this silly thwarted love stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-197305463217724133?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/197305463217724133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=197305463217724133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/197305463217724133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/197305463217724133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/01/guilty-pleasures-image-source-bree.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pRjo6imaq20/S0N6AACQaoI/AAAAAAAAAhc/B3eWCfUUIQc/s72-c/launch-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-5743950537721286141</id><published>2010-01-26T11:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:34:59.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: VALENTINES DAY IS FOR THE BIRDS ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgH-mlTcwHE/S18vKia2TOI/AAAAAAAAIBA/M2AZoikv4VU/s576/both+pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 576px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgH-mlTcwHE/S18vKia2TOI/AAAAAAAAIBA/M2AZoikv4VU/s576/both+pictures.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(image source: &lt;a href="http://tatertotsandjello.blogspot.com/"&gt;tatertots&amp;amp;jello&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't love Valentine's Day for the chocolates, flowers, and forced dates... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/span&gt;, I sure do love Valentine's Day crafting. There is something about it. I have billions of ideas stored in my "craft ideas folder" (so handy on my desktop - I also keep a 'crafts' bookmark tab handy) that would really give my home a 'heart attack'. But I LOVE this one above. I can't wait to do it. Click on the link above to get a full tutorial. DIVINE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-5743950537721286141?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5743950537721286141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=5743950537721286141' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5743950537721286141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5743950537721286141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/01/valentines-day-is-for-birds-image.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NgH-mlTcwHE/S18vKia2TOI/AAAAAAAAIBA/M2AZoikv4VU/s72-c/both+pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-1042365810090828211</id><published>2010-01-23T23:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:53:54.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: BUCK UP ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com//il_430xN.117266830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 537px;" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com//il_430xN.117266830.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Fantastic Esty Shop: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/dazeychic"&gt;Buy Here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bedroom that we stay in, I have mostly made it my own. Ya' know... clothing hanging over the back of chair, messy bed, piles of receipts on the dresser, random projects taking over the floor, etc. However, there is a wreath in there. It is all that remains of Grandma's fabulous decor. It is a grape vine wreath with a big mauve bow and lots of pinkish silk flowers. Like I said fabulous. I guess I leave it there to remind myself not to get too comfortable. To remind myself that this is "just temporary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a little down when I think of my situation. This isn't where I thought I'd be "when I grew up." Grandma has been so great to us. I've really started to enjoy hanging out with her and having love lazy afternoons. I'm starting to realize that I'm really happy. Sure, I am not getting as much done as I normally do, but I'm learning to take my time, and be happy for my healthy (although extra chubby) body. There is no reason to be such a grump all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am 87 and talking to my Granddaughter-in-law, I want to tell happy stories. I need to do great things to make great memories. I don't know why I am even writing this post except to publicly declare that it is time to buck up and realize how lucky I am. My life is pretty okay, and I am good with that. And although the wreath is just fantastically lovely, I think I need to replace it with the one above, because I LOVE french fries and I know just how that little bird feels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-1042365810090828211?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1042365810090828211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=1042365810090828211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1042365810090828211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1042365810090828211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/01/buck-up-fantastic-esty-shop-buy-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-4440534830044296340</id><published>2010-01-21T13:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:48:39.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: STUPID HOUSE CAN'T CLEAN ITSELF ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S1i7kAq-UnI/AAAAAAAABP4/yrazsgbEcCM/s1600-h/DSCF6354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S1i7kAq-UnI/AAAAAAAABP4/yrazsgbEcCM/s320/DSCF6354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429295578125062770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of at least 20 things that need to be done. I'm about to enter FREAKOUT mode because I am over-tired and starting to get stressed. I write this post as I wait for some files to upload for work. It is all about multi-tasking if I am to accomplish anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... this little munchkin isn't helping because she is all over the place and into everything.  The hardest part about being at Grandma's house is keeping Piper away from all of the expensive figurines. This house is SO not baby proof. Also, you'd never guess by the smile on her face that she doesn't take naps. When I don't get sleep, I get cranky. She just squeals a little louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to go to the fabric store and get the most delicious fabrics for Piper's new quilt that I am making for her first birthday (she is 10 months this week... what the???). It is pink, yellow, red, green... oh man. It will be so darling. However, buying the fabric is the easy part. Now I need to cut it out and put it back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My files are just about done. I need to get the laundry changed before they are finished. Wish me luck with this week. "just keep swimming"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-4440534830044296340?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4440534830044296340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=4440534830044296340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4440534830044296340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4440534830044296340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid-house-cant-clean-itself-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S1i7kAq-UnI/AAAAAAAABP4/yrazsgbEcCM/s72-c/DSCF6354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-647453743947822018</id><published>2010-01-17T16:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:07:52.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: MOUNTAIN or MOLEHILL ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S1OihRriArI/AAAAAAAABPw/oMytWsxjizw/s1600-h/Fabric-Stash.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S1OihRriArI/AAAAAAAABPw/oMytWsxjizw/s320/Fabric-Stash.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427860668476949170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In our recent move I had to come to terms with just how many craft supplies I had. As I started going through each closet to organize everything into plastic storage bins, I was in shock of how it had been multiplying. Craft supplies reproduce, right? There is NO WAY I purchased all of this stuff. Where did I hide it all? Were you all lying when you came to may apartment and didn't say anything about my craft supply hoarding issues? Wowzer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is just my fabric. This stack does not include my felt &amp;amp; work in progress (you know... 1/2 finished quilts, bags that need a lining, etc...) bins. I have an additional 6 drawer plastic storage tower that just holds thread, ribbons and trim, notions and other sewing stuff. Since moving, I have not purchased any sewing supplies at all. I realize that I have a big enough stash to work with. You want to know the sad part? I have TWO - yes two - garbage bags to the thrift store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also uncovered another 6 drawer plastic storage tower of just stuff. Wood findings, wreath forms, cellophane bags, adhesives, buttons, and what-nots. I have a 3 foot stack of scrapbook paper (which I didn't buy a lot of it. I have a few inside connections with friends who work at scrapbook companies - wahoo for free stuff!!) and 3 big bins of silk flowers (for Piper's head accessories, of course), paper flowers, and brads &amp;amp; eyelets. Let's not forget the 2 drawers of paper scraps, including so much old sheet music and vintage valentines. A drawer full of decorative scissors and punchs, stamps and ink, and all other little 'things' to decorate scrapbook pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing in all of this, is that in going through it all, I have discovered what I have and now I am ready to use it all. I've made 10 scrapbook pages this weekend (I'm only 3 years behind on Cohen's short 5 1/2 years and I don't even get very fancy) and I made a Snuggie wannabe, for Heck's sake. My goal is to do a major stash bust. However, I still spent $40 at Roberts yesterday because I didn't have the exact color of paper I needed for our "Day at the Park" layout. Go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been following the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://blog.craftzine.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/"&gt;CRAFT &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://blog.craftzine.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lately because they are doing a feature on organizing craft supplies and how people are doing it. It helps me feel better about myself because these people have &lt;/span&gt;WAY&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; more stuff than I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-647453743947822018?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/647453743947822018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=647453743947822018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/647453743947822018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/647453743947822018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/01/mountain-or-molehill-in-our-recent-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S1OihRriArI/AAAAAAAABPw/oMytWsxjizw/s72-c/Fabric-Stash.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-1641279980936937667</id><published>2010-01-14T21:17:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:46:53.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: OUT OF PRINCIPLE... MAKE YOUR OWN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SNUGGIE&lt;/span&gt; ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Snuggies&lt;/span&gt;. They are the weirdest "it" gift ever. At least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Furbie&lt;/span&gt; talked back and the George &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Forman&lt;/span&gt; grill produced dry burgers. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt; is really bad because about once a week I am sitting on my couch reading a book and think "I could really use a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt;." I COULD NOT USE A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SNUGGIE&lt;/span&gt;. I have my old trusty brown Independent sweatshirt to keep my arms warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen however is obsessed with anything advertised on television. In fact the other day he said after I hung up my cell while driving, "Mom, there is now a safer way to talk on your cell phone while driving in the car." WHAT THE??? We really need to go to the park. Anyway, obviously he is smitten with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt;. Over Christmas we were at my parents house. As a joke, my mom bought my younger brother a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt; (Tim has the same thoughts on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Snuggies&lt;/span&gt; that I do). Cohen loved it. The next day my niece showed up with a pink child sized &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt;... Cohen was in H.E.A.V.E.N. He hasn't stopped talking about it since. I refuse to buy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt;. They are just weird. However, I ain't too proud to make one. I had to keep it on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;downlow&lt;/span&gt; and make it while Cohen was away because he wanted one from the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... here you go. You too can make your own dang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Wait until the boy goes to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Put your grumpy sidekick down for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S0_uFugxUKI/AAAAAAAABPA/F3GbT28F6LE/s1600-h/DSCF6357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S0_uFugxUKI/AAAAAAAABPA/F3GbT28F6LE/s320/DSCF6357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426817858156974242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Dig about 3 yards of blue fleece out of your stash (if you don't have 3 yards of fleece, you might as well go buy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt;. It's cheaper than the fabric).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Fold the fabric in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Find a long-sleeve shirt that fits your kid loosely and match the neck up at the fold (oh... be sure your sidekick is asleep before you go sneaking in the bedroom to find the shirt... or else she will be your helper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S0_vLe4IdsI/AAAAAAAABPI/iTFJnysrEE0/s1600-h/DSCF6353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S0_vLe4IdsI/AAAAAAAABPI/iTFJnysrEE0/s320/DSCF6353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426819056550835906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: Start cutting up toward the armpit, starting at the bottom. Stop about 3-4 inches from the armpit and cut out toward the sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S0_v8UPDupI/AAAAAAAABPQ/frrD3W-zLhU/s1600-h/DSCF6355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S0_v8UPDupI/AAAAAAAABPQ/frrD3W-zLhU/s320/DSCF6355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426819895507794578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 7: Do the exact same thing to the other side. It looks like a snow angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S0_wPOZjpvI/AAAAAAAABPY/iIqZKetR1EQ/s1600-h/DSCF6356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S0_wPOZjpvI/AAAAAAAABPY/iIqZKetR1EQ/s320/DSCF6356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426820220358731506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 8: Sew the side seams. If you don't have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;serger&lt;/span&gt;, use a wide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;zig&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;zag&lt;/span&gt; stitch so the seams don't pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 9: Lay the outline back on the floor. Starting in the middle bottom, cut a strait line up to the fold. From that center point, cut 5" slits out toward the arm opening on each side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S0_xZy8DBeI/AAAAAAAABPg/RQvJONI8VkM/s1600-h/DSCF6358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S0_xZy8DBeI/AAAAAAAABPg/RQvJONI8VkM/s320/DSCF6358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426821501477389794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 10: Turn it right-side out and put it in a Target bag so the boy thinks you bought it. (I know... I know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 11: With warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;fuzzies&lt;/span&gt;, present it to the boy and expect a giant hug and kiss and yelps of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S0_x_UYPwZI/AAAAAAAABPo/h4_8Ck3BYU4/s1600-h/DSCF6359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S0_x_UYPwZI/AAAAAAAABPo/h4_8Ck3BYU4/s320/DSCF6359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426822146109194642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila! You have yourself a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; thing that can totally pass for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt;. I shouldn't have been surprise when this conversation came about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Did my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt; come with socks?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, was it supposed to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh... well yours' didn't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Where did you get this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You should have got it off of the TV, because if you 'call now' you get a free pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt; socks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh, well... you just got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt;... do you like it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah - but I wish I got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt; socks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. He wore it all day and wanted to take it to show and tell. He's used it about 3 times since. I guess it was a good enough stash buster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-1641279980936937667?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1641279980936937667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=1641279980936937667' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1641279980936937667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1641279980936937667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-of-principle.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S0_uFugxUKI/AAAAAAAABPA/F3GbT28F6LE/s72-c/DSCF6357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-4379760893171002017</id><published>2010-01-13T21:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:23:11.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: I HAVE HAPPY KIDS ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S06bByhmScI/AAAAAAAABOg/2ZcK08sugwA/s1600-h/DSCF6260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S06bByhmScI/AAAAAAAABOg/2ZcK08sugwA/s320/DSCF6260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426445056072894914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As previously mentioned, my resolution for 2010 is to do things with more heart. This includes getting Cohen to school in the morning. I do get a little cranky when it is 8:45 am and Piper is whining for a bottle, Cohen is refusing to brush his teeth, I can't find my keys and the tardy bell rings at 9:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above was an image of a rare morning. We were already in the car and ready to head out by 8:45. I even had time to snap a photo while the kids were getting buckled. As I rushed the kids out the door this morning, I had a change of heart. I will try harder to not get annoyed and cranky. It was amazing how smoothly things went. I had not had a shower, but I had exercised and sorted the laundry. I even had time to feed Piper myself. Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has nothing to do with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next: I made a snuggie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-4379760893171002017?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4379760893171002017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=4379760893171002017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4379760893171002017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4379760893171002017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-happy-kids-as-previously.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/S06bByhmScI/AAAAAAAABOg/2ZcK08sugwA/s72-c/DSCF6260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-1844210271307334361</id><published>2009-12-31T14:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:51:20.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: THIS YEAR WAS A BUST ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't complete my 2009 Resolution of 50 projects. I believe I completed at least 50 projects, but I did not document, make tutorials, and all that I was planning... so I lose. I don't feel bad. I did other things instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Sz0c7iOhp1I/AAAAAAAABOQ/AgRb2qjEkrY/s1600-h/Fall+09+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Sz0c7iOhp1I/AAAAAAAABOQ/AgRb2qjEkrY/s320/Fall+09+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421521335549536082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had the cutest little baby on the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs181.snc1/6040_123991466220_509896220_3550931_1598545_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs181.snc1/6040_123991466220_509896220_3550931_1598545_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took my little family back to McCall Idaho and we all went camping for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Sz0dw4ZG0fI/AAAAAAAABOY/tNxgSpUQfYQ/s1600-h/Cohen+School.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Sz0dw4ZG0fI/AAAAAAAABOY/tNxgSpUQfYQ/s320/Cohen+School.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421522252032561650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cohen started Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs075.snc3/14233_235627106220_509896220_4870236_4378353_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs075.snc3/14233_235627106220_509896220_4870236_4378353_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got a new sister in law - Yay for Missy and Andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs055.snc3/14233_235627396220_509896220_4870247_1812753_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs055.snc3/14233_235627396220_509896220_4870247_1812753_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved in with Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A lot of other things happened, too, that I don't have photo proof of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My car broke down a few too many times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We almost bought a house (we were under contract and everything)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We finally moved out of our apartment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mike grew a pretty burly beard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a new cell phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lost two pant sizes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I gained a pant size (but I am still down one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cut 11" off of my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had strep throat for the first time in my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally found a pair of tall boots to fit my XXL calf (this in itself is a miracle)**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned the excellence of crockpot cooking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned how to say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't write on this blog much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started stretching - what a difference it makes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went away on my first "scrapbook retreat" and I really enjoyed it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met many new friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a new church calling working with the Young Women&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I embraced my inner nerd and started playing some of Mike's weird games&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm sure there are many more. I didn't just sit around reading your blogs all day - okay, that is my biggest time commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we move forward in 2010, the only resolution I am making is to do things with more heart. I often do things half way and I want to change that. So... Happy New Year to you all! May 2010 bring you what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** EDIT ** Avenue.com is the source for large calf boots. I actually had a choice. There you go for all of you who have asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-1844210271307334361?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1844210271307334361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=1844210271307334361' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1844210271307334361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1844210271307334361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-year-was-bust-i-didnt-complete-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Sz0c7iOhp1I/AAAAAAAABOQ/AgRb2qjEkrY/s72-c/Fall+09+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-7690529994322143492</id><published>2009-12-04T14:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:59:55.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: OH MAN ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst blogger of the year goes to .... LORI! Man - I know there aren't too many of you out there, but I apologize for the lack of commitment to the blog lately. I've been so busy with my life, as we all are, and have had to put a few things on the back burner. I think I am getting more settled now and hope to get in my regular swing of things soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm entering the contest below because they are offering a little too much to even believe. It would be a Merry Christmas if I won. I never win, but now you all know what to get me for Christmas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama’s Holiday Wish List Meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todaysmama.com/exclusives.php"&gt;TodaysMama&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://provocraft.com"&gt;Provo Craft&lt;/a&gt; are giving away a sleighful of gifts this holiday season and to enter I’m sharing this meme with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. What 5 items are on your holiday wish list this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;digital SLR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;new bike (mine got stolen last year)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;brown boots&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;deep saucepan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;my wedding ring fixed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite handmade gift you have received?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;a beautiful pair of earrings from a friend. I wear them all of the time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt; 3. What handmade gift have you always wanted to tackle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to make a beautifully pieced quilt with machine quilting for my mom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt; 4. What was the best Christmas gift you received as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;My sisters and I all got Cabbage Patch kids one year. My mom fought off crowds to find them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What items are on your kid’s wish list this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;All Cohen wants for Christmas is a Nintendo DS with a Phineas and Ferb game. I'm sure we'll get it for him, but I still think he is too young.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt; 6. What is your favorite holiday food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ham and home made candy (obviously not together) - Divinity, Marshmallows, Chocolate pretzels. DELISH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt; 7. What will you be hand-crafting for the holidays? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;All of my gifts for friends will be hand made. Scarves, mittens, headbands... yikes! I better get knitting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. What is your favorite holiday movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Animated original Grinch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Favorite holiday song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bing Crosby's "Silver Bells"  &amp;amp; Karen Carpenters "Merry Christmas Darling"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Favorite holiday pastime?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting around and enjoying each other. I love driving around and looking at lights, too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-7690529994322143492?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/7690529994322143492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=7690529994322143492' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/7690529994322143492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/7690529994322143492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-man-worst-blogger-of-year-goes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-1548283979816078517</id><published>2009-11-01T17:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:55:59.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: COULD YOU JUST DIE? ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_430xN.97701057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 645px;" src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_430xN.97701057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/faithworks4u"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Image courtesy of designer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just came across the most amazing Etsy shop and I wanted to share it with you. Aren't these little dresses AMAZING? &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/faithworks4u"&gt;FaithWorksU&lt;/a&gt; has the several beautiful little dresses and outfits that I know Piper would just look fantastic in... I know she wants the green one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to report. We are just getting ready for the big move and trying to stay sane through the billion activities and events we have going this month. We'll make it and I'll try to post more often. Sadly, I can't make any promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-1548283979816078517?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1548283979816078517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=1548283979816078517' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1548283979816078517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1548283979816078517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/11/could-you-just-die-image-courtesy-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-7170829483380932002</id><published>2009-10-23T22:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:22:54.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: GENERIC - BUT SO CUTE ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for Halloween, Cohen has had the hardest time deciding what he wants to be. His only requirement be that it had a mask. UGH. Anyway, finally today about 5 hours before our Halloween party, he decided that he would be Iron Man. Nothing better than hearing your kid sing a little Black Sabbath from the back seat all day long. I AM IRON MAN - Dun nun dun nun nuh nuh nuh nuh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SuKN_KxAgyI/AAAAAAAABN4/KdHhdIROP_8/s1600-h/Fall+09+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SuKN_KxAgyI/AAAAAAAABN4/KdHhdIROP_8/s320/Fall+09+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396031419904459554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper didn't really have much of a say when I asked her what she wanted to be. I saw these cute flower combos in the scrapbook section and I knew I wanted her to wear a big Halloween flower on her head (I know... I am eating my words of me never allowing big flowers). I found some matching tulle and made her a little tutu. I guess you could say she is a cute little witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SuKOhepU9_I/AAAAAAAABOA/9KSjKxlvOss/s1600-h/Fall+09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SuKOhepU9_I/AAAAAAAABOA/9KSjKxlvOss/s320/Fall+09+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396032009356507122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was able to make Cohen's costume, but super heroes are a little tricky for me. Maybe next year he'll want to be something that I can craft. I love making costumes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-7170829483380932002?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/7170829483380932002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=7170829483380932002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/7170829483380932002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/7170829483380932002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/10/generic-but-so-cute-this-year-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SuKN_KxAgyI/AAAAAAAABN4/KdHhdIROP_8/s72-c/Fall+09+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-2305720643522028460</id><published>2009-10-17T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:38:47.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen of Hearts and Alice in Wonderland Costume Set GIVEAWAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-hearts-and-alice-in-wonderland.html"&gt;Queen of Hearts and Alice in Wonderland Costume Set GIVEAWAY!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the most amazing costume I've seen wandering around the internet this year. AMAZING. Go take a peak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-2305720643522028460?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-hearts-and-alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Queen of Hearts and Alice in Wonderland Costume Set GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2305720643522028460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=2305720643522028460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2305720643522028460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2305720643522028460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/10/queen-of-hearts-and-alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Queen of Hearts and Alice in Wonderland Costume Set GIVEAWAY!!!!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-6451449081353988214</id><published>2009-10-11T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:00:08.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: I Wish My Mantle Looked Like This ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_grV-Ugzbc8Q/Ss5ZRJWrKxI/AAAAAAAACfQ/KMlYXUNI8FY/s400/banner1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_grV-Ugzbc8Q/Ss5ZRJWrKxI/AAAAAAAACfQ/KMlYXUNI8FY/s400/banner1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://polkadotchair.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Photo from PolkaDot Chair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But... I don't have a mantle. There is a &lt;a href="http://polkadotchair.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-banner-giveaway-and-little.html"&gt;give-a-way&lt;/a&gt; for this super cute banner. If you have a mantle, you could put it on yours. Anyway, hop on over there and leave a comment for your chance to win. SUPER CUTE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-6451449081353988214?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6451449081353988214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=6451449081353988214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6451449081353988214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6451449081353988214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-my-mantle-looked-like-this-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_grV-Ugzbc8Q/Ss5ZRJWrKxI/AAAAAAAACfQ/KMlYXUNI8FY/s72-c/banner1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-6789884417434749407</id><published>2009-10-07T14:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:57:09.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: About That News I was Going to Share ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were under contract on a house. It looked great. The inspection proved otherwise. It was in Layton and I am glad we are not moving there. We'll find a place eventually. For now, we're packing up our apartment and moving in with Mike's Grandma. Oh my. It will make for some cramped quarters. But we're crossing our fingers we find an affordable home to buy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-6789884417434749407?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6789884417434749407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=6789884417434749407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6789884417434749407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6789884417434749407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/10/about-that-news-i-was-going-to-share-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-3874946184533930751</id><published>2009-09-15T15:53:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:15:26.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: To Serve Love One Another ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is our annual Relief Society Fall Dinner/Service Auction. I've learned in the past that I am not very good at offering a service to be redeemed at a later day. Last year I made a blanket, took it to the dinner, someone bid on it, my part was over. It was much more enjoyable. This year I decided to do the same thing. I'm on a sewing kick again. Making little girl dresses is pretty fun, so I decided someone else could use one, whether for themselves or for a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SrAbj_AW0fI/AAAAAAAABNg/6B-RyMrSwVo/s1600-h/Kindergarten+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SrAbj_AW0fI/AAAAAAAABNg/6B-RyMrSwVo/s320/Kindergarten+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381831859730043378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing out this pattern. It is such a good and EASY one. It is just a jumper, with only 4 pieces to cut out and sew together. Buttonholes can be a little tricky, but if you pick big huge buttons to cover them, it isn't so scary. :) Piper has a few dresses in this pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SrAcC_mznSI/AAAAAAAABNo/QlV2_QluIuY/s1600-h/Kindergarten+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SrAcC_mznSI/AAAAAAAABNo/QlV2_QluIuY/s320/Kindergarten+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381832392467258658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a little tag so it is ready to give away if the purchaser is getting it for a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SrAfjipdAoI/AAAAAAAABNw/NDgpDdvK4Uc/s1600-h/Kindergarten+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SrAfjipdAoI/AAAAAAAABNw/NDgpDdvK4Uc/s320/Kindergarten+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381836250164298370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And... contrary to my old beliefs, every girl needs a big flower on her head. I made this one using a tutorial I found online. I'll link you to it later. I hope this item is well received.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-3874946184533930751?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3874946184533930751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=3874946184533930751' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3874946184533930751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3874946184533930751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-serve-love-one-another-tonight-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SrAbj_AW0fI/AAAAAAAABNg/6B-RyMrSwVo/s72-c/Kindergarten+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-6939473596187750303</id><published>2009-09-15T15:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:52:39.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: SUMMER IS OVER ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is fine with me... I can't wait to wear sweaters and boots and watch the leaves change. I didn't realize it had been so long since I posted. Time has flown by the last month. Our life has been a whirlwind and we've got some great and exciting and frightening news to share... soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SrAZ03jnCZI/AAAAAAAABNQ/GG6A1Z_ASg4/s1600-h/Kindergarten+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SrAZ03jnCZI/AAAAAAAABNQ/GG6A1Z_ASg4/s320/Kindergarten+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381829950764943762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in the meantime, Cohen started kindergarten like most 5 year-olds. You can tell from the above photo how seriously he took his first day of school. He was a little sad because he didn't know anyone in his class. All of his buddies from preschool are in the other AM session at the school. But, with no problem, he had two new best friends by the end of the day. Silly kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SrAaM42q2hI/AAAAAAAABNY/KSuJ1Tx-wPE/s1600-h/Kindergarten+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SrAaM42q2hI/AAAAAAAABNY/KSuJ1Tx-wPE/s320/Kindergarten+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381830363430181394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes his teacher but is a little shocked at the amount of work he has to do. He wonders why Kindergarten isn't as fun as preschool. Welcome to the next 20 years of your life, kid! I was very proud when his teacher told me he was more than ready to start and was very smart. As his mother I say, "Of course he is..." but I bet she says that to all the moms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-6939473596187750303?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6939473596187750303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=6939473596187750303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6939473596187750303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6939473596187750303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-is-over-and-that-is-fine-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SrAZ03jnCZI/AAAAAAAABNQ/GG6A1Z_ASg4/s72-c/Kindergarten+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-3849543035520874180</id><published>2009-08-07T05:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T05:27:29.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: WINDY DAYS ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs137.snc1/5848_112023952885_632757885_2291892_8062388_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs137.snc1/5848_112023952885_632757885_2291892_8062388_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a weird little storm that rushes through Utah at the beginning of August. Usually it is a three day rainstorm, but this year "A Mighty Winds A' Blowin'" (love that movie and I love folk music). Yesterday we had gusts up to 50 mph in the SLC Valley. It was crazy... and SO HOT. It felt like the death that is summer in Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of year, though. Everyone gets eager to do last minute camping, swimming, traveling, etc., before school starts. I love the smell in stores when stock the shelves with school supplies (I also love school supplies... I could blow $500 bucks on pens, pencils, erasers, markers, and paper in a minute). All of the moms in our neighborhood are talking about which school their kids are going to and organizing carpools. We're all buying new clothes for the kids- I also love my Fall wardrobe 100% more than my summer clothing. I've pulled my stacks of corduroy fabric off the shelf to make Piper some jumpers and pants. I love that we have 3 barbecues to attend this weekend. Ahhhh.... I love a good season change. Always my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you reading this are in Salt Lake this weekend, head down to the Gallivan center and support the local craft and music scene at &lt;a href="http://craftlakecity.com/"&gt;Craft Lake City&lt;/a&gt;. I can't wait to see all of the great stuff including &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7799355"&gt;Suzanne's revamped venture&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/cubcountry"&gt;Cub Country&lt;/a&gt; is playing at 6:00 - WAHOO! All of this is going down Saturday from 2-10. Be there or be square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I borrowed this picture from my brother-in-law's Facebook page. I hope the moon stays red all weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-3849543035520874180?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3849543035520874180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=3849543035520874180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3849543035520874180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3849543035520874180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/08/windy-days-there-is-always-weird-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-6121621043625265041</id><published>2009-07-30T15:41:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:56:57.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: HE'S 5 ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SnIh-byB8sI/AAAAAAAABMA/mERGim8ZGBw/s1600-h/Cohen+Birthday+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SnIh-byB8sI/AAAAAAAABMA/mERGim8ZGBw/s320/Cohen+Birthday+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364387462644888258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(blowing out the ScoobyDoo candle... I am so prepared)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the birthday pics. Whew... they were in the file with my writing samples I send out with my resume. Hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen had decided he wanted a party with a "Jellyfish" theme. We figured water and a jellyfish cake would suffice. I bought and organized everything, and Mike made the cake and entertained the kids. Just the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SnIiro1qrtI/AAAAAAAABMI/8HL8rb4aXIE/s1600-h/Cohen+Birthday+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SnIiro1qrtI/AAAAAAAABMI/8HL8rb4aXIE/s320/Cohen+Birthday+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364388239243914962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The firing squad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was a really funny bunch of boys. They all did so great together and there was no crying. We bought them all squirt guns and filled up 200+ balloons, filled up a pool and hooked up the slip n' slide. They took care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SnIjXfUY0AI/AAAAAAAABMQ/t2EaE7qWvvs/s1600-h/Cohen+Birthday+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SnIjXfUY0AI/AAAAAAAABMQ/t2EaE7qWvvs/s320/Cohen+Birthday+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364388992602656770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The squirt guns were Mike's idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mike was the ring leader. They chased him for 15 minutes having the best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SnIj-JQOKFI/AAAAAAAABMY/HAQrSO1AkrE/s1600-h/Cohen+Birthday+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SnIj-JQOKFI/AAAAAAAABMY/HAQrSO1AkrE/s320/Cohen+Birthday+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364389656694499410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The gifts... and Cohen's plumber bum.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SnIkZRhnF8I/AAAAAAAABMg/_KstXLESv9M/s1600-h/Cohen+Birthday+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SnIkZRhnF8I/AAAAAAAABMg/_KstXLESv9M/s320/Cohen+Birthday+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364390122771388354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Water gun wars in action)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SnIk2a-0LPI/AAAAAAAABMo/xopfz3bLnzE/s1600-h/Cohen+Birthday+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SnIk2a-0LPI/AAAAAAAABMo/xopfz3bLnzE/s320/Cohen+Birthday+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364390623526006002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the party was a success. Cohen said it was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TOTALLY AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;" and that is all that really matters. We love that he is five because now we don't have to tell him how many days until his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-6121621043625265041?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6121621043625265041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=6121621043625265041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6121621043625265041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6121621043625265041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/07/hes-5-blowing-out-scoobydoo-candle.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SnIh-byB8sI/AAAAAAAABMA/mERGim8ZGBw/s72-c/Cohen+Birthday+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-9197046738061875650</id><published>2009-07-30T06:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:07:26.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: 4 MONTHS :: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SnG0WRth8YI/AAAAAAAABL4/T8ej_vhwOl8/s1600-h/July+2009+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SnG0WRth8YI/AAAAAAAABL4/T8ej_vhwOl8/s320/July+2009+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364266925979464066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here she is... all 17 lbs of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Cohen did turn 5 last week. I cannot find the pics on my computer anywhere and I am just sick because I've already deleted them from my camera. UGH... I'll keep looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-9197046738061875650?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/9197046738061875650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=9197046738061875650' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/9197046738061875650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/9197046738061875650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-months-here-she-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SnG0WRth8YI/AAAAAAAABL4/T8ej_vhwOl8/s72-c/July+2009+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-7297677368479872557</id><published>2009-07-23T10:34:00.019-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:20:37.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: 20 DAYS AFTER THE FACT ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Smifk8T26NI/AAAAAAAABJk/bU4eG8dV5Pk/s1600-h/7.3.09+Camping+at+Cascade+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Smifk8T26NI/AAAAAAAABJk/bU4eG8dV5Pk/s320/7.3.09+Camping+at+Cascade+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361710813398100178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So now that we're approaching Utah's celebration of July 24th, I guess today I might as well tell you about our July 4th trip. My brother Jeff was blessing his new baby that weekend so we decided to make a trip out of it.  I'll just post the festivities in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Smigl5jGIDI/AAAAAAAABJs/K9aawX-Lafs/s1600-h/7.3.09+Sleeping+in+Car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Smigl5jGIDI/AAAAAAAABJs/K9aawX-Lafs/s320/7.3.09+Sleeping+in+Car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361711929348202546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loaded up Mike's parents Subaru, picked Mike up at work, and then headed out to Boise. Both kids were such troopers and traveled so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmihJ6hnYBI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Qo8apaf0IIY/s1600-h/7.4.09+Piper+%26+Bridger+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmihJ6hnYBI/AAAAAAAABJ0/Qo8apaf0IIY/s320/7.4.09+Piper+%26+Bridger+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361712548085719058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Bridger Reed for the first time. He is a darling little boy. Here are Piper and Bridger ready for our day at the beach. I am glad Piper will have a cousin her age just like Cohen has a bunch his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmihzJEB7xI/AAAAAAAABJ8/T3X6ZhdO4qw/s1600-h/7.4.09+Strawberries+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmihzJEB7xI/AAAAAAAABJ8/T3X6ZhdO4qw/s320/7.4.09+Strawberries+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361713256362798866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Remington. We picked strawberries out of Jeff and Heather's garden for delicious pancakes. Heather made the best syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup Sugar&lt;br /&gt;3/4 Cup Buttermilk (or soured milk using lemons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring this mixture to boil. Then add 1 teaspoon of baking soda before serving. Oh my... lip smacking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we finished up breakfast we started packing for a day in McCall. What was supposed to take 2 hours, ended up taking 6. We got to see everything along the road. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmijCEw5iGI/AAAAAAAABKE/OCoKAinDS2Q/s1600-h/7.3.09+Horseshoe+Bend+Pond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmijCEw5iGI/AAAAAAAABKE/OCoKAinDS2Q/s320/7.3.09+Horseshoe+Bend+Pond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361714612418480226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Horseshoe Bend pond for lunch. The kids had all fallen asleep and were a little cranky. But they had fun playing in the sand for a few minutes before we had to get back in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmijdSi1tWI/AAAAAAAABKM/ZWWThjZMWFk/s1600-h/7.3.09+Payette+Lake+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmijdSi1tWI/AAAAAAAABKM/ZWWThjZMWFk/s320/7.3.09+Payette+Lake+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361715079974073698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a little beach right in town (McCall is home to Payette Lake). I lived in McCall when I was Cohen's age. I don't really remember much about it, but there are little parts. Jeff says my mom used to take us to this beach all of the time. I remember going to play in the lake but that is about it.  Jeff and Mike played in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freezing&lt;/span&gt; water while Heather and I stayed on the beach with the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmikVP3-byI/AAAAAAAABKU/Bst6n6y1frI/s1600-h/7.3.09+Payette+Lake+%2810%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmikVP3-byI/AAAAAAAABKU/Bst6n6y1frI/s320/7.3.09+Payette+Lake+%2810%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361716041330093858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids would have played in the sand until dark if we'd have let them. Cohen was a little nervous of the water so he would not take his floaties off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Smikwrma_NI/AAAAAAAABKc/csKiiHOXQuk/s1600-h/7.3.09+Payette+Lake+%288%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Smikwrma_NI/AAAAAAAABKc/csKiiHOXQuk/s320/7.3.09+Payette+Lake+%288%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361716512629128402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we played in the lake we went for ice cream and then headed to the campground for dinner. Because July 4th weekend is ridiculously crowded in McCall, we headed back towards Donnely and camped at Cascade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmilZKNYAYI/AAAAAAAABKk/IbnPPa4SDes/s1600-h/7.3.09+Donnely+ID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmilZKNYAYI/AAAAAAAABKk/IbnPPa4SDes/s320/7.3.09+Donnely+ID.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361717208040341890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the beautiful Idaho mountain meadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Smilu3FpFLI/AAAAAAAABKs/oDQQ-rVJGbk/s1600-h/7.3.09+Camping+at+Cascade+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Smilu3FpFLI/AAAAAAAABKs/oDQQ-rVJGbk/s320/7.3.09+Camping+at+Cascade+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361717580864754866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our campsite was beautiful, but there were so many mosquitoes. We built enough fire to cook a hotdog and a s'more and then hid in our tent for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmimWtAO8rI/AAAAAAAABK0/i0Dzj2_boX0/s1600-h/7.3.09+Camping+at+Cascade+%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmimWtAO8rI/AAAAAAAABK0/i0Dzj2_boX0/s320/7.3.09+Camping+at+Cascade+%2812%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361718265352483506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we really know how to rough it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Smimrbp0xQI/AAAAAAAABK8/CAi3PTL_Qpc/s1600-h/7.3.09+Camping+at+Cascade+%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Smimrbp0xQI/AAAAAAAABK8/CAi3PTL_Qpc/s320/7.3.09+Camping+at+Cascade+%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361718621472343298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Cohen looking across the lake at the cabins on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Smim8vjXsuI/AAAAAAAABLE/SpG8PHaN9gc/s1600-h/7.3.09+Camping+at+Cascade+%288%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Smim8vjXsuI/AAAAAAAABLE/SpG8PHaN9gc/s320/7.3.09+Camping+at+Cascade+%288%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361718918871757538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both kids slept all night and it was wonderful. I can't wait to take them camping again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SminSGsfHwI/AAAAAAAABLM/pmPZG_23UX8/s1600-h/7.3.09+Camping+at+Cascade+%2821%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SminSGsfHwI/AAAAAAAABLM/pmPZG_23UX8/s320/7.3.09+Camping+at+Cascade+%2821%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361719285861261058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning you would have never known there were billions of mosquitoes the night before. We took a walk around the campground before cleaning up. I wish that dumb kid wouldn't have been so convinced to just stand there and keep asking "what are you doing?" so I could have taken a nice pic of Mike and Cohen on the docks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to Nampa because Jeff was having a barbecue before the fireworks that evening. After checking into the hotel (Thanks Pops! Those beds were so comfortable after sleeping the night before on the ground).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmioM_SaqFI/AAAAAAAABLU/qy5XtgVRoDM/s1600-h/July+4+2009+Fireworks+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmioM_SaqFI/AAAAAAAABLU/qy5XtgVRoDM/s320/July+4+2009+Fireworks+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361720297485150290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding out the place Jeff wanted to take us wasn't doing their firework display that year, we headed to Boise and parked in the parking lot of a bar across from the baseball stadium. We made s'mores again and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmipJQTOToI/AAAAAAAABLk/n3Uff1pXQaQ/s1600-h/July+4+2009+Fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmipJQTOToI/AAAAAAAABLk/n3Uff1pXQaQ/s320/July+4+2009+Fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361721332844088962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Smio3Vb6efI/AAAAAAAABLc/loRkpRm5Ryc/s1600-h/July+4+2009+Fireworks+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Smio3Vb6efI/AAAAAAAABLc/loRkpRm5Ryc/s320/July+4+2009+Fireworks+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361721024985070066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmipfVc3sJI/AAAAAAAABLs/TaA04reScxg/s1600-h/July+4+2009+Playing+Outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SmipfVc3sJI/AAAAAAAABLs/TaA04reScxg/s320/July+4+2009+Playing+Outside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361721712183849106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a beautiful blessing for Bridger, we headed back to Jeff's house to let the kids play a little longer before we headed home. It was a wonderful trip and I hope they'll let us come back next year. Whattaya say, Jeff and Heather?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-7297677368479872557?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/7297677368479872557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=7297677368479872557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/7297677368479872557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/7297677368479872557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/07/20-days-after-fact-so-now-that-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Smifk8T26NI/AAAAAAAABJk/bU4eG8dV5Pk/s72-c/7.3.09+Camping+at+Cascade+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-9031729488291497943</id><published>2009-07-10T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:34:04.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: WHAT'S UP NOW, SKINNY JEANS? ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfxCnZ4Dp3c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfxCnZ4Dp3c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is what I call awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-9031729488291497943?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/9031729488291497943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=9031729488291497943' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/9031729488291497943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/9031729488291497943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-up-now-skinny-jeans-now-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-7259556013432370280</id><published>2009-07-10T16:15:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:31:20.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: THIS TO SHALL PASS ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does "to" need two o's? This post is off to a poor start. I've been in a funky mood all week and I don't know why. I guess we had such a great vacation (next post) and I just realized how boring the everyday stuff can be. So, my bad mood will pass and so will my barrette making obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Bea and Ryan's new little June Bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SlfN-TIRf1I/AAAAAAAABJU/c1LvzvJHTfo/s1600-h/Baby+Barrettes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SlfN-TIRf1I/AAAAAAAABJU/c1LvzvJHTfo/s320/Baby+Barrettes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356976751951052626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the Smyth Twins - Summer and Zoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SlfNwGaX6NI/AAAAAAAABJM/uU9vuZpPSY4/s1600-h/Baby+Barrettes+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SlfNwGaX6NI/AAAAAAAABJM/uU9vuZpPSY4/s320/Baby+Barrettes+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356976508019140818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Mandy and Garrett's soon to arrive Nora/Norah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SlfNgZ-8PoI/AAAAAAAABJE/5pWS4c-Eg34/s1600-h/Baby+Barrettes+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SlfNgZ-8PoI/AAAAAAAABJE/5pWS4c-Eg34/s320/Baby+Barrettes+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356976238394883714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Brandon and Bridget's yet to be named daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SlfO1BD_3NI/AAAAAAAABJc/FUwJxkCowgA/s1600-h/Baby+Barrettes+%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SlfO1BD_3NI/AAAAAAAABJc/FUwJxkCowgA/s320/Baby+Barrettes+%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356977691994086610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got those all correct. Anyway, it is fun and addicting and just takes a glue gun and scrapbook findings. I LOVE IT! Poor Piper has an over abundance. I'm out of control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-7259556013432370280?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/7259556013432370280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=7259556013432370280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/7259556013432370280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/7259556013432370280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-to-shall-pass-does-to-need-two-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SlfN-TIRf1I/AAAAAAAABJU/c1LvzvJHTfo/s72-c/Baby+Barrettes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-3262824079202525543</id><published>2009-07-06T21:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:30:22.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: MY GO TO GIFT ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SlLNsHK55iI/AAAAAAAABIs/lFVCjx3VOaE/s1600-h/Erin%27s+Blanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SlLNsHK55iI/AAAAAAAABIs/lFVCjx3VOaE/s320/Erin%27s+Blanket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355569064619664930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, baby blankets are my go-to baby gifts (However, I am on a barrette kick now, so sorry if you'd rather have a blanket. Throw me hints... I'll make you a blanket.). My dear friend Erin had a sweet little baby girl last month and I wanted to make her something that showed her how much she means to me as a friend. First let me give you a background...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a 21 year-old, I decided to serve a mission for the LDS church. I wasn't sure I was doing the right thing at all, but I turned in my papers and got a call to serve in Florida. I was very very nervous about going and knew that having a good companion to help train me was going to be a crucial part of my experience (It is always easier to blame someone else when things don't go the way as planned, right?). I went to the MTC and had an okay time. I figured most people have a 'okay' time at the MTC so I didn't let it account to much. I arrived in Florida and wondered what I had gotten myself into. Seriously, I was ready to turn around. I spent my first night in the mission home with tear filled eyes. The next morning all of my doubts and fears went away as I met Sister Erin Enke. She greeted me with a hug and bright red fingernails. I was thrilled. Erin and I had a great few months together and formed a lifelong friendship.  Since we've both been home, we've spent only a handful of days together. But I'll never forget how wonderful and patient she was with me.  She was fantastic and she loved Peeps and Cadbury Mini Eggs more than I do. I love those friends that feel as if you've never spent a day apart even though you haven't seen them for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SlLOQbEYbDI/AAAAAAAABI8/84EsqeZOXnA/s1600-h/Erin%27s+Blanket+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SlLOQbEYbDI/AAAAAAAABI8/84EsqeZOXnA/s320/Erin%27s+Blanket+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355569688436304946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blanket is easy but can look so fantastic if you choose the right color scheme. With this version, I cut 3 1/4" strips of fabric in various lengths and sewed them together in one continuous piece. I then cut 40" strips and made enough to get a 40" width when sewn together to make a square. After basting the quilt, I just rand the blanket through my machine on the seams to quilt it. Easy peasy. I feel that the 'fanciness' comes through the binding. It doesn't matter what your quilt top and bottom look like. When you have a nice hand stitched hem, it really finished the quilt. Heather Bailey and You Tube both have fantastic tutorials for this type of binding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there you go, Erin! I hope you and Lucy enjoy it! Good luck on your motherhood adventures. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-3262824079202525543?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3262824079202525543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=3262824079202525543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3262824079202525543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3262824079202525543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-go-to-gift-for-most-part-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SlLNsHK55iI/AAAAAAAABIs/lFVCjx3VOaE/s72-c/Erin%27s+Blanket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-2055442099251400243</id><published>2009-07-02T07:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:12:21.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: INDEPENDENCE ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SkzLWi5BvoI/AAAAAAAABIc/0cKVT_m7IAs/s1600-h/July+4+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SkzLWi5BvoI/AAAAAAAABIc/0cKVT_m7IAs/s320/July+4+2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353877645220232834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few short hours we're headed to Boise for a visit with my brother's family. We're going camping near &lt;a href="http://www.mccall.id.us/"&gt;McCal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mccall.id.us/"&gt;l&lt;/a&gt; - where I lived from age 1 to 5 - and to play in the &lt;a href="http://www.mccallrealestate.org/"&gt;Payette Lake&lt;/a&gt; on the beach. Burrr.... mountain lake water. Cohen will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SkzMet0rXmI/AAAAAAAABIk/ubHZ-eo-2iE/s1600-h/July+4+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SkzMet0rXmI/AAAAAAAABIk/ubHZ-eo-2iE/s320/July+4+2009+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353878885105360482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Piper some head gear the size of the &lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/dc/1/0/h/Q/capitol-fireworks01.jpg"&gt;National Firework&lt;/a&gt; show using &lt;a href="http://blairpeter.typepad.com/weblog/2006/03/fabric_flowers.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; tutorial. I swore I'd never put giant bows and flowers on her sweet little head, but what better way is there to show America how much you love her than dressing up your kid in Americana fashion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe and happy weekend. I am just so excited to be going somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-2055442099251400243?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2055442099251400243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=2055442099251400243' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2055442099251400243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2055442099251400243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/07/independence-in-few-short-hours-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SkzLWi5BvoI/AAAAAAAABIc/0cKVT_m7IAs/s72-c/July+4+2009+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-2655340209217639027</id><published>2009-06-30T18:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:38:41.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: I HAVE NOT PERFECTED TIME MANAGEMENT ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Skq9RtxN4jI/AAAAAAAABIU/zgTxRVJlVbA/s1600-h/Dinosaur+piper+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Skq9RtxN4jI/AAAAAAAABIU/zgTxRVJlVbA/s320/Dinosaur+piper+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353299219124707890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't fit it all in anymore. I'm putting this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HORRIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; picture of myself up so I'll find the time to blog and push it toward the bottom of the page.  This picture was taken at the Mule Deer Foundation Dinner just 2 weeks before Piper graced us with her presence. I won a vest this year... not a gun. Take a look at my wrist. YIKES! The swelling makes it look like I am wearing a rubberband. I have a few more things to do before  I can download all 1 billion pics from my camera and edit them. I'll get back on the ball. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt; wants to look at this photo very long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-2655340209217639027?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2655340209217639027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=2655340209217639027' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2655340209217639027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2655340209217639027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-not-perfected-time-management-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Skq9RtxN4jI/AAAAAAAABIU/zgTxRVJlVbA/s72-c/Dinosaur+piper+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-1338609721776250765</id><published>2009-06-20T17:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:04:41.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: A GIFT FOR HOLLY ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my family moved to St. Anthony, Idaho, in 1988 I met two girls in my neighborhood right away. Holly and Annie introduced me to a whole new world of Barbies and making movies. Fun times. The best part about our friendship is, we're still friends. We lose touch for a few years, but then we pick up just like no time has lapsed at all. Don't you just love friends like that? Anyway, Holly is having her first baby at the end of July, and I was able to attend her shower last month while she was in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3584/3645584128_5d9af8d341.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3584/3645584128_5d9af8d341.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this Michael Miller/Robert Kauffman (I can't remember which) fabric when FabricBliss.com was closing out. I held on to it for a little while not wanting to cut into any of those precious little birds (you all have a piece), but when I heard Holly was having a girl, I knew this would be a perfect quilt for her. I was so tempted to keep it for myself. It is so cute and I wish I had more. Does anyone know where I could find it? Does it look familiar to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3351/3644778115_77d69369c0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3351/3644778115_77d69369c0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My latest crafting obsession is making barrettes for little girls. I wish Piper had more hair. Right now I am just clipping them to her headbands. I'm sure they look silly to others, but I think they are darling on her round little head. I'm not really into the giant satellite dish flowers on little babies, but I love the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/3644778635_d215bb81f2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3311/3644778635_d215bb81f2.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also threw in a few flannel burp cloths because you can never EVER have too many of those laying around. I do a load of burp cloths, bibs, and blankets every other day because Piper is a spitter/drooler. I thought Cohen was  a slobber monster, but Piper wins hands down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-1338609721776250765?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1338609721776250765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=1338609721776250765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1338609721776250765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1338609721776250765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/06/gift-for-holly-when-my-family-moved-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-2801130382023122205</id><published>2009-06-20T17:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:53:57.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: TEACHER GIFTS ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3645583500_059905ee5f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3651/3645583500_059905ee5f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did decide to do gifts for Cohen's teachers. I wish I would have put a little more thought into it.I just made them earrings and gave them some jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2443/3644776709_f0afd3ac72.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2443/3644776709_f0afd3ac72.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in Salt Lake City and have a 4 year-old, go down to the Granite School district offices and request these two ladies. They are FANTASTIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, after receiving a pair of earrings and matching bracelet as a thank you for making a bag, I've decided I need to learn to make jewelry better. I used to be really into it and wore about 20 necklaces and bracelets at a time. I had so many that I had to wear that number so I could wear them all. Then one day, I took most of them apart and put the beads back in my supply box. That was end the end of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-2801130382023122205?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2801130382023122205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=2801130382023122205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2801130382023122205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2801130382023122205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/06/teacher-gifts-i-did-decide-to-do-gifts.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-8324202561493189402</id><published>2009-06-19T07:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:36:45.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: LISTED MIA ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pP88dwLdDqM/SdvvtqIscQI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bwbrK7bJewo/s400/yellow_swift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 372px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pP88dwLdDqM/SdvvtqIscQI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bwbrK7bJewo/s400/yellow_swift.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Rancid, I'm "listed MIA" for a little while. I'm taking a break from most things in my life to just sort stuff out. Nothing is wrong... I just haven't been blogging for awhile. (Due to the fact that I've taken 300+ photos and they are all still on the camera). I've been sewing a lot to get my mind off of stuff. I'm looking for a pattern. Have any of you sewers out there seen a pattern that is similar to the dress in the photo above? Isn't it darling? Let me know. This dress is by the children's designer Misha Lulu. I LOVE IT, but I don't want to spend $59 on it. Ya' know... true to Utah mentality and my blog name "I can make it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-8324202561493189402?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8324202561493189402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=8324202561493189402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/8324202561493189402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/8324202561493189402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/06/listed-mia-in-words-of-rancid-im-listed.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pP88dwLdDqM/SdvvtqIscQI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bwbrK7bJewo/s72-c/yellow_swift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-8208865910582314946</id><published>2009-05-28T21:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:45:41.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: 2 SHORT MONTHS ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2434/3574533811_95c6e2dce4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2434/3574533811_95c6e2dce4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2 months and 4 days old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;13 lbs 5 oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;24 inches long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;16.25 inch head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That's my 95% gal!&lt;/span&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/36232626-8208865910582314946?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8208865910582314946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=8208865910582314946' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/8208865910582314946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/8208865910582314946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-short-months-2-months-and-4-days-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-3738827919629128220</id><published>2009-05-28T21:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:42:15.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: LAZY SUMMER DAYS ARE ALREADY HERE ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3355/3575343208_65047b8d9d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3355/3575343208_65047b8d9d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now that Cohen has finished preschool (a post on that is coming soon...maybe...I did make teacher gifts and they were well received.), we're sitting in our PJs a little longer in the morning. Our air conditioning is not working so we're hot. Cohen has taken to wearing no shirt. He doesn't understand why I don't. I'm not about to explain it to him either. I'm not quite into the routine of having two kids yet. I feel like I do a lot of laundry and dishes. Not much else. We'll get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-3738827919629128220?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3738827919629128220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=3738827919629128220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3738827919629128220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3738827919629128220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/05/lazy-summer-days-are-already-here-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-8264457522843184459</id><published>2009-05-14T11:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:39:43.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: TEACHER GIFTS ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static-lb-2.slicezero.com/oyf_prod/images/promotional/oyf_blue_gift.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 217px;" src="http://static-lb-2.slicezero.com/oyf_prod/images/promotional/oyf_blue_gift.PNG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohen's last day of preschool is May 20th. That is only three more days to figure out how we're going to spend our summer vacation. But first things first...teacher gifts. Give me your opinion on this topic. Are they necessary? I don't remember giving my teacher anything at the end of the year. I mean, my presence was a gift within itself. :-) I don't know what to do. I made them &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lorivanwagoner/2473314327/in/set-72157604935992173/"&gt;market bags&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas. What have you done for your children's teachers? Maybe some of my &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Se-XVXkBifI/AAAAAAAABGo/tEAt6Jw_qHg/s1600-h/Jam+010.jpg"&gt;jam&lt;/a&gt; stash?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-8264457522843184459?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8264457522843184459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=8264457522843184459' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/8264457522843184459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/8264457522843184459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/05/teacher-gifts-cohens-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-755254233254025345</id><published>2009-05-13T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:48:25.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: MY BIKE GOT STOLEN LAST YEAR ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madsencycles.com/?utm_source=LinkContestB200x300&amp;amp;utm_medium=banner&amp;amp;utm_campaign=LinkContestQ209"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.madsencycles.com/images/banners/banner-200a.gif" alt="Madsen Cycles Cargo Bikes" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need a new one... Wouldn't you love to have one of these? Enter this contest and you just might get one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-755254233254025345?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/755254233254025345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=755254233254025345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/755254233254025345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/755254233254025345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-bike-got-stolen-last-year-so-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-7781695335360762514</id><published>2009-05-09T17:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:46:06.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: A SMILE &amp;amp; A GREAT MAN ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgYd0KQuW6I/AAAAAAAABII/s6Tqruy8pFk/s1600-h/Piper+Blessing+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgYd0KQuW6I/AAAAAAAABII/s6Tqruy8pFk/s320/Piper+Blessing+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333983590611835810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not writing this post so that you'll feel sorry for me, or be jealous of my patient and caring husband. I am mostly writing it for my own records. I've mentioned in the past few weeks that Piper has been SUPER cranky. Nothing would soothe her. I would feed her, then change her, then leave the house because she'd fall asleep in the car. It was getting old and Mike and I were waring down quickly. On Wednesday Piper's cry changed for the worst. At first I was so annoyed, but then I began getting concern. On Thursday I woke up with a horrible sore throat. At my 6-week postpartum visit I had my doctor do a strep test mostly because I was 100% sure it wasn't. Of all of the sore throats I've had in my 30 years, never has it been strep. I was correct. The test came back negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day I was really tired and starting to feel cruddy. Late that night, my temperature was over 104 degrees to I took myself to a walk-in. Again they conducted a strep test and it came back positive. Booooooooooooo! I had exposed myself to all sorts of folks that day and I felt really bad about it. When I got home Piper was screaming in agony (one point for Mike). It was horrible but I was so sick that I just took an Ibuprofen and headed for a nap. Finally Mike patiently got her to go to sleep and then put Cohen to bed (two points for Mike). Then he went to see Star Trek with his brothers. Not 10 minutes after he walked in the door (at 1:30 am) Piper started screaming again and my fever was back up.  He paced the floor with her until 8:00 am until I was feeling better enough to get myself up (three points). He called in sick to work so he could stay home and take Cohen to his Kindergarten orientation (four and five points). Good man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piper screamed between 20 minute cat naps. I made an appointment for her to see her pediatrician at 2:10 pm. Mike took her (six points). He poked and prodded and tested and could tell something was definitely wrong, but he couldn't determine what. The doctor sent them to the hospital for blood work (7 points). While we waited for the results, Mike made dinner (8 points) and then took Cohen to the park (9 points), but not before calming Piper down and putting her to sleep (10 points). The doctor called and said the blood work came back fine but that if her temperature went over 100.4 degrees we needed to call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I was feeling a bit better so I let Mike sleep the first half of the night. At 3:00 am I had not been able to get much sleep and started getting a fever again, so Mike woke up (11 points) and stayed up with Piper until 7:00 am (12 points). He took her temperature and it was over the point so I called the doctor. He told us to take her to Primary Children's  Hospital to get a spinal tap and some other respiratory tests to rule out meningitis and RSV. Sick kids go to PCH so I was a nervous wreck. Mike took her again (13 points) because I didn't know if I was contagious or what. He watched her get the same tests again (14 points) and waited patiently in the hospital room holding her and waited for the results.  Luckily, she just has a bacterial infection was was treated with antibiotics and was then released. She has slept most of the afternoon, but woke up for about 2 hours and didn't cry once. She did have a fever so Mike went to the store to get some Ibuprofen (15 points) but she was smiley and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I enjoyed a happy Piper, Mike left again to get his mother's Mothers Day gift (16 points-he gets a point for this because I usually make/buy it instead) and stopped at Arby's to bring home dinner (17 points) on the way home. Now he is playing Zelda with Cohen (18 points) while I sit and type this (19 points) and talk to my sisters (20 points). I feel so lucky to have a happy baby and such a fantastic man. I feel like I need to change the celebration to Mike day tomorrow to make sure he knows how well appreciated he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that hung in there and read this entire post... you get points, too. Troopers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-7781695335360762514?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/7781695335360762514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=7781695335360762514' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/7781695335360762514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/7781695335360762514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/05/smile-great-man-i-am-not-writing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgYd0KQuW6I/AAAAAAAABII/s6Tqruy8pFk/s72-c/Piper+Blessing+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-3330576875001637761</id><published>2009-05-08T12:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:13:50.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: I DON'T THINK I PRODUCED A BECKHAM ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgSPd5j8WyI/AAAAAAAABHw/n2lb6XG7hIE/s1600-h/Cohen+Sam+Soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgSPd5j8WyI/AAAAAAAABHw/n2lb6XG7hIE/s320/Cohen+Sam+Soccer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333545602544065314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cohen finished his first attempt at organized sports this year with indoor soccer. We put him on a team that was coached by his friend's parents. His favorite buddy, Sam, was also on the team, making it easier to talk him into going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgSQCSQOF9I/AAAAAAAABH4/zFQbaLAY4iQ/s1600-h/Dinosaur+piper+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgSQCSQOF9I/AAAAAAAABH4/zFQbaLAY4iQ/s320/Dinosaur+piper+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333546227647518674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time he covered his ears because he thought the refs whistle was too loud. It was funny to watch him walk around clueless with his ears covered. I guess every team has to have one of those kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgSQklk45aI/AAAAAAAABIA/u_0q6siMwW4/s1600-h/Dinosaur+piper+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgSQklk45aI/AAAAAAAABIA/u_0q6siMwW4/s320/Dinosaur+piper+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333546816950035874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the game was being played, he enjoyed his time on the bench the most.  I think his absolute favorite part of the game was doing the cheer, slapping high-5, and then getting a treat. He really just loved being part of the team and he had a good time going out every Saturday. Plus, getting a trophy meant he was the best player right? So, maybe it is a good thing that he can't &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0286499/"&gt;Bend it Like Beckham&lt;/a&gt;... it lessens his chance of being an &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.kitmeout.com/img_assets/david-beckham-armani-underwear.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.kitmeout.com/blog/2008/12/26/1100/&amp;amp;usg=__dsmk6lXW6-fpFTLCCzelRrn2GD4=&amp;amp;h=369&amp;amp;w=448&amp;amp;sz=23&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;tbnid=Ihp_Fd4HJlekXM:&amp;amp;tbnh=105&amp;amp;tbnw=127&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Ddavid%2Bbeckham%2Bunderwear%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG"&gt;underwear&lt;/a&gt; model. Aye Crarumba!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-3330576875001637761?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3330576875001637761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=3330576875001637761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3330576875001637761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3330576875001637761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-think-i-produced-beckham-cohen.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgSPd5j8WyI/AAAAAAAABHw/n2lb6XG7hIE/s72-c/Cohen+Sam+Soccer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-9217558876678309177</id><published>2009-05-06T20:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:25:50.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: A LITTLE PRAYER ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know our friends, Adam and Lindsey Smyth, please keep them in your prayers. Their twin girls were born 10 weeks early and have to hang out in the NICU for awhile. I know all will be well, but I cannot imagine having to leave my babies at the hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-9217558876678309177?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/9217558876678309177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=9217558876678309177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/9217558876678309177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/9217558876678309177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-prayer-for-those-of-you-who-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-8473355412208769547</id><published>2009-05-06T19:58:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:22:05.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: A BLESSING ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgJTkOpxreI/AAAAAAAABHo/dUJutB7q04U/s1600-h/Piper+Blessing+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgJTkOpxreI/AAAAAAAABHo/dUJutB7q04U/s320/Piper+Blessing+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332916790633803234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the opportunity to bless Piper in church on Sunday. She looked so darling wearing her "vintage" dress from 1978. My mom made it for me and I wore it when I was blessed. Mike gave her a beautiful blessing that encouraged her to be courageous and strong and to stand up for what she believes in. His words were beautiful. I especially appreciated that he blessed her to be open-minded and supportive of others. I think when raised in an actively religious environment, one tends to become closed off from other beliefs and look down on others that do not share the same values. I am thankful for my parents who taught me to be understanding yet firm when faced with spiritual challenges, and most importantly to love everyone. And... now I step off my soap box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgJQHX5BP7I/AAAAAAAABHI/aCsiqwNeC24/s1600-h/Piper+Blessing+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgJQHX5BP7I/AAAAAAAABHI/aCsiqwNeC24/s320/Piper+Blessing+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332912996362567602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These silly little booties were also part of her blessing get up. I guess my Great Aunt Lavera (what a name) started making these booties for the new babies in the family. I don't know if my Grandma Seegmiller (my Mom's mom) made any or not, but she did make these little pom-poms. My Aunt MaryAnn (my Mom's older sister) continued in making a pair of booties for each family. These are the first pair of booties that she made and the last set of pom-poms my Grandmother made. I think it is pretty awesome and was honored to have Piper wearing them (they weren't finished in time for Cohen's blessing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgJRSVTyyHI/AAAAAAAABHQ/bS1zJt_gDQg/s1600-h/Piper+Blessing+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgJRSVTyyHI/AAAAAAAABHQ/bS1zJt_gDQg/s320/Piper+Blessing+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332914284159748210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the party after church. I think I went a little overboard with the spread, but I couldn't help it. Who knows if I'll ever have another one. I made cookies with "teal" (read: cookie monster blue) frosting and covered them with pink and brown sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgJR5VgDlyI/AAAAAAAABHY/E55VI0cUI4I/s1600-h/Piper+Blessing+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgJR5VgDlyI/AAAAAAAABHY/E55VI0cUI4I/s320/Piper+Blessing+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332914954226079522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I pulled out any pink container I could find and turned it into a serving device. I also found the matching plates, forks, and napkins for 25% off at &lt;a href="http://xpedx.com/"&gt;XPEDX&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgJSi-LhNxI/AAAAAAAABHg/Bj3GSU8Zs0I/s1600-h/Piper+Blessing+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgJSi-LhNxI/AAAAAAAABHg/Bj3GSU8Zs0I/s320/Piper+Blessing+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332915669520430866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding her birth information to the water bottles and filling little candy cups with pink and aqua Jelly Bellys and mints, added just enough to color to tie the whole thing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgJOiwUt37I/AAAAAAAABHA/HZ-QHJYbS98/s1600-h/Piper+Blessing+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgJOiwUt37I/AAAAAAAABHA/HZ-QHJYbS98/s320/Piper+Blessing+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332911267754401714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and it was fun to hang out with our family for the afternoon. Piper is a sweet baby... a bit fussy... but so fantastic. We're just so lucky to have her in our family. I hope she can look back at these pictures of her blessing day when she is a teenager and hates me. I'll probably have to look back at them and remember how much I loved her, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-8473355412208769547?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8473355412208769547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=8473355412208769547' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/8473355412208769547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/8473355412208769547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/05/blessing-we-had-opportunity-to-bless.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SgJTkOpxreI/AAAAAAAABHo/dUJutB7q04U/s72-c/Piper+Blessing+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-933882315423232040</id><published>2009-05-01T08:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:39:38.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: I NEED A NAP ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.globalchiropractic.com.au/upimages/sleeping_under_glass_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 325px;" src="http://www.globalchiropractic.com.au/upimages/sleeping_under_glass_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image found &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.globalchiropractic.com.au/upimages/sleeping_under_glass_b.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.globalchiropractic.com.au/chiropractic_care&amp;amp;usg=__knTvTqxXU1pogZa-lEBDEVz2Itg=&amp;amp;h=525&amp;amp;w=700&amp;amp;sz=51&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=7&amp;amp;tbnid=H2S-4GFRHPndLM:&amp;amp;tbnh=105&amp;amp;tbnw=140&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsleeping%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this was a picture of Piper. She isn't sleeping much. Her little body is having some trouble on the inside. I want to fix her. I think this is the hardest part of being a parent.  I am getting ready for weekend company. We are blessing the babe this Sunday and having the family over for dinner after (20+ people crammed in our apartment - reason #750 to get a house). I've gone a little overboard with the pink theme. I can't help it...it is all so cute. I'll try to remember to get some photos of all of my hair-brained ideas. It is the lack of sleep that is making me crazy. Have a nice restful weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-933882315423232040?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/933882315423232040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=933882315423232040' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/933882315423232040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/933882315423232040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-nap-image-found-here-i-wish-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-502676836506812086</id><published>2009-04-24T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:03:52.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: I WANT THAT ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike just might get this for Father's Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.65444850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 371px;" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_430xN.65444850.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=23474143"&gt;PantryPress Inc.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this lovely print...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/1331203/75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 75px;" src="http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/1331203/75.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cameronmoll.bigcartel.com/product/letterpress-poster-16x24"&gt;Click to link over to Cameron Moll's site...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And... I would really like this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_430xN.65138053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 550px;" src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_430xN.65138053.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=23383093"&gt;TRMACKSTUDIO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... if I had a few extra bucks to spend on artwork and such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-502676836506812086?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/502676836506812086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=502676836506812086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/502676836506812086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/502676836506812086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-that-mike-just-might-get-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-8200087550944175516</id><published>2009-04-23T08:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:43:57.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: KNIT THESE SOCKS ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Se-YvlGIRBI/AAAAAAAABGw/77npBZ7IwXs/s1600-h/Socks+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Se-YvlGIRBI/AAAAAAAABGw/77npBZ7IwXs/s320/Socks+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327644827381679122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of Piper pics yet? She is now 4 weeks old. The novelty of having her around is wearing off and the fatigue has officially set in. I am not saying that I don't want her around. I AM SO GLAD SHE IS HERE. I'm just not taking pictures of every little thing she does (read: sleep) anymore. She's almost sleeping all night, and only wakes up about 2:00 am for a food and then usually goes right back to sleep. That is a baby worth keeping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Se-Zk3ZenlI/AAAAAAAABG4/0hRhl3OhIIQ/s1600-h/Socks+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Se-Zk3ZenlI/AAAAAAAABG4/0hRhl3OhIIQ/s320/Socks+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327645742827740754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I really wanted to talk about these socks. Sue made them for me with a matching hat. I love them and it makes me realize I just need to sit and learn to finish making socks (read: I've made 7/8ths of one adult sock. I haven't taken the time to learn to finish the toe) so I can make her, and all of my friends with kids, a whole bunch of em'. Fortunately for all of us SLC punks, &lt;a href="http://unwindshop.com/"&gt;Unwind&lt;/a&gt; offers a baby sock knitting class almost every week. Supposedly these babies only take about 2 hours total. Maybe next week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-8200087550944175516?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8200087550944175516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=8200087550944175516' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/8200087550944175516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/8200087550944175516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/04/knit-these-socks-are-you-sick-of-piper.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Se-YvlGIRBI/AAAAAAAABGw/77npBZ7IwXs/s72-c/Socks+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-4817029889150708201</id><published>2009-04-22T14:54:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:20:34.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: A LITTLE TOO RIPE ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Se-S0XqMLBI/AAAAAAAABGY/ynK9LF_VL48/s1600-h/Jam+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Se-S0XqMLBI/AAAAAAAABGY/ynK9LF_VL48/s320/Jam+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327638312604412946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bunch of strawberries (for .99 cents an lb) with good intentions to eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. HOWEVER, all 4 packages had a rotten berry hidden in the middle, therefor making the entire batch a little too soft for my preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Se-UkOPyiII/AAAAAAAABGg/IFteJzfNW10/s1600-h/Jam+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Se-UkOPyiII/AAAAAAAABGg/IFteJzfNW10/s320/Jam+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327640234223110274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, my pal Jodie brought me some delicious home made bread (you can see it in the back)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Se-XVXkBifI/AAAAAAAABGo/tEAt6Jw_qHg/s1600-h/Jam+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Se-XVXkBifI/AAAAAAAABGo/tEAt6Jw_qHg/s320/Jam+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327643277560744434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made some freezer jam. Easy peasy. This is project #6, I think. I am going to make a whole freezer full of jam this summer to give as neighbor gifts this Christmas. I got the idea from my MIL. She delivers jam with hot rolls every year. Makes me wish I lived next door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-4817029889150708201?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4817029889150708201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=4817029889150708201' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4817029889150708201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4817029889150708201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-too-ripe-i-bought-bunch-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Se-S0XqMLBI/AAAAAAAABGY/ynK9LF_VL48/s72-c/Jam+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-617317308620252792</id><published>2009-04-13T15:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:32:53.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: A GREAT GIFT IDEA ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SeO81KX4QtI/AAAAAAAABGQ/FlmTKWglB3c/s1600-h/Piper-Mae-Binkie-%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SeO81KX4QtI/AAAAAAAABGQ/FlmTKWglB3c/s320/Piper-Mae-Binkie-%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324306805985657554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these &lt;a href="http://personalizedpacifiers.com/"&gt;great pacifiers&lt;/a&gt; from the &lt;a href="http://the-coffeys.com/"&gt;Coffeys&lt;/a&gt;. I think this is such a fantastic gift idea and that is why I am sharing. Piper got the sparkley girly version in pink, clear, and purple. They match every outfit. LOVE IT. I'm thinking I'll probably save my pennies for the &lt;a href="http://personalizedpacifiers.com/sowhgowi278d.html"&gt;diamond&lt;/a&gt; one. Oh brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-617317308620252792?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/617317308620252792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=617317308620252792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/617317308620252792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/617317308620252792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-gift-idea-i-got-these-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SeO81KX4QtI/AAAAAAAABGQ/FlmTKWglB3c/s72-c/Piper-Mae-Binkie-%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-8114087038017043483</id><published>2009-04-13T15:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:24:39.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: EASTER ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SeO7NFRtiiI/AAAAAAAABGA/3WNCWyK-xHQ/s1600-h/Easter-Sunday-Lori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SeO7NFRtiiI/AAAAAAAABGA/3WNCWyK-xHQ/s320/Easter-Sunday-Lori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324305017911216674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I hate to admit it, I wasn't as much into the true meaning of Easter as I was into the candy and baskets. Bad... I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SeO6lhpNqMI/AAAAAAAABFo/A43q9BPPBrI/s1600-h/Easter-Morning-09-%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SeO6lhpNqMI/AAAAAAAABFo/A43q9BPPBrI/s320/Easter-Morning-09-%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324304338331216066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two reasons for this mentality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Easter has the best candy... HANDS DOWN! While I was pregnant, I had such horrible heartburn whenever I ate sugar so I backed off. I have almost put myself in a sugar coma eating the delicious candy this season. However, because I have lost 20 lbs since Piper was born (and if I may brag, I only gained 9 lbs during this pregnancy) I want to keep with the flow. So, after this candy is gone, all candy must be gone. Boo! But I am on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SeO6xKTi8kI/AAAAAAAABFw/zTYE5tJ5LOw/s1600-h/Easter-Sunday-Cohen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SeO6xKTi8kI/AAAAAAAABFw/zTYE5tJ5LOw/s320/Easter-Sunday-Cohen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324304538224751170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have two cute kids and they looked cute in their new Easter clothing. Piper made her debut at church this Sunday, and how fun is it to dress a daughter up??? Loved it! I even made Mike dress up like an Easter egg yesterday, but he sure looked great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SeO69zT5UaI/AAAAAAAABF4/2GzrHRKJCoo/s1600-h/Easter-Sunday-Mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SeO69zT5UaI/AAAAAAAABF4/2GzrHRKJCoo/s320/Easter-Sunday-Mike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324304755390501282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I'll be more spiritually minded. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-8114087038017043483?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8114087038017043483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=8114087038017043483' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/8114087038017043483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/8114087038017043483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-as-much-as-i-hate-to-admit-it-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SeO7NFRtiiI/AAAAAAAABGA/3WNCWyK-xHQ/s72-c/Easter-Sunday-Lori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-1894527217988534587</id><published>2009-04-09T10:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T11:10:30.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: 2 WEEKS + 2 DAYS ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Sd4z-wrEh6I/AAAAAAAABFY/-NhkZzcu1tc/s1600-h/Cohen-and-Piper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Sd4z-wrEh6I/AAAAAAAABFY/-NhkZzcu1tc/s320/Cohen-and-Piper1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322748962908964770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I've got this "mother-of-2" thing down... almost. It is nice that Cohen's Spring Break coincided with being a new mom, because I have had a hard time getting out of the house before noon. The poor kid would be late for school every day, if he even made it. There are a few things I need to work on, but I am not going to beat myself up. For example, today I got out of the shower and he was sitting on the couch playing Zelda, drinking a Diet Pepsi, and eating a bag of Dorritos. It was only 9:30 am and I don't let my child drink caffeinated soda at all. Oh well. I can't always win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not downloaded any new pics from my camera because I just haven't. I do want to share some new pictures of Piper. She had changed immensely and is just too cute! She is starting to look so much like Mike's side of the family. She's a pretty good baby. She is only waking up 2 times each night. Mike takes the earlier one and I do the second feeding. Unfortunately, she stays awake for my shift and I feel like that sludge at the bottom of a coffee pot for the first few hours of the day. But I can't complain. Mike gets up in the night... what a rock star! I just love that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Sd45I17Q8EI/AAAAAAAABFg/IBN-3htoaeI/s1600-h/Mike-and-Piper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Sd45I17Q8EI/AAAAAAAABFg/IBN-3htoaeI/s320/Mike-and-Piper1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322754633675894850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for Easter. I have all of the new springy clothing purchased (I've passed up those cute little Easter dresses for many years and now I get to get all indulgent) and all of the candy purchased (read: it is now 1/2 eaten and I need to replenish or Cohen is going to think the Easter Bunny is lame!) and all is well. We're going to an egg hunt at a friend's house and I'll probably be making our own little Easter dinner on Sunday. Mike's mom has shingles (poor gal) and we spent a few days with my family during Conference (and bummed some free dinner) so I think we're on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is all, really. Some of you wanted to hear my birth story. If you don't, you can stop reading now. If you are interested... read on friends. I'm going to do it in a time line because Cohen is now begging for the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 3/23&lt;br /&gt;9:10 am - Took Cohen to school&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am - Took Great Grandma to the doctor&lt;br /&gt;12:10 pm - picked Cohen up from school&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm - started noticing contractions&lt;br /&gt;2:00 pm - timed contractions and they were 5 minutes apart&lt;br /&gt;3:00 pm - called Mike and told him to get on the train and get home&lt;br /&gt;4:15 pm - dropped Cohen off at Nanny's (Mike's mom)&lt;br /&gt;4:30 pm - checked into the hospital&lt;br /&gt;5:00 pm - dilated to a 3+ and 80% effaced&lt;br /&gt;6:15 pm - no change - the nurses made walk the halls for 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;7:30 pm - dilated to a 3+ and about 90% effaced&lt;br /&gt;7:31 pm - nurses said they would probably send me home&lt;br /&gt;7:32 pm - asked if I could stay for one more hour&lt;br /&gt;8:30 pm - dilated to a 5 and almost 100% effaced (I got to stay)&lt;br /&gt;9:00 pm - was admitted and did all of the paper work&lt;br /&gt;9:30 pm - called the parents and in-laws to update them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3647/3385736007_b14d2a729b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3647/3385736007_b14d2a729b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 pm - dilated to a 6 - sweet relief - aka Epidural was administered&lt;br /&gt;10:30 pm - my water broke all by itself. WAY TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;11:00 pm - dilated to a 9 - signed a lot of new paper work because I was attempting a VBAC (vaginal birth after cessarian)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 3/24&lt;br /&gt;12:00 am - dilated to a 10 - met the on call doctor (she was fantastic and laughed at all of my stupid jokes)&lt;br /&gt;12:10 am - started pushing&lt;br /&gt;12:57 am - Piper was born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3462/3386550760_2044c66bfd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3462/3386550760_2044c66bfd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fantastic. I am so glad that I opted to do a VBAC. Recovery has been great. I feel fantastic. I am so glad that I have so many great friends and family that have stopped by to visit, brought us meals, taken Cohen to play for a few hours, and cleaned my house. I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-1894527217988534587?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1894527217988534587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=1894527217988534587' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1894527217988534587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1894527217988534587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/04/2-weeks-2-days-im-feeling-like-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/Sd4z-wrEh6I/AAAAAAAABFY/-NhkZzcu1tc/s72-c/Cohen-and-Piper1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-4184043171779420881</id><published>2009-03-25T20:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:31:20.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: SHE'S HERE ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3589/3385736987_2f08deff94.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3589/3385736987_2f08deff94.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the awake-ness to write much, but I thought I'd share a picture of my sweet new baby girl. Piper Mae was born 3/24 at 12:57 am. Labor was a breeze and I was able to have a VBAC. WAHOO! We just got home from the hospital. Cohen thinks she's pretty cute and always wants to burp her and get her bottle. Thanks for all of the induction tips. I didn't have to use any of them. I went into labor on my own. I dilated without Pitocin. My water broke by itself. I'm so proud of my body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-4184043171779420881?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4184043171779420881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=4184043171779420881' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4184043171779420881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4184043171779420881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/03/shes-here-i-dont-have-awake-ness-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-2361986665896944668</id><published>2009-03-23T07:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:34:07.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: DUE DATE #2 ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My due date has been changed three times in the last 9 months. At my first appointment they weren't sure, so they sent me for an "invasive" (without going into too much information) ultrasound. The date the gal gave me was April 4th. About three weeks later at my appointment, my doctor did a bedside ultrasound and said, "I think this baby is due closer to March 23rd." Then when I did the big 20 week gender ultrasound, a different doctor said, "I am saying you are due to deliver around March 28th."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due Date #1 - April 4th&lt;br /&gt;Due Date #2 - March 23rd&lt;br /&gt;Due Date #3 - March 28th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, although I tell people that I am due "the end of March" I can't help but keep March 23rd in my mind. It is March 23rd and here I sit. Because most of you know that weekend trips to Wendover used to pay my rent, wanna make a bet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some facts to base your wagers on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying for a VBAC (vaginal birth after cessarian) so I must go into labor on my own.&lt;br /&gt;They cannot induce me with pitocin.&lt;br /&gt;I have an appointment tomorrow (Tuesday) to strip my membranes (whatever that is).&lt;br /&gt;I have an appointment scheduled for March 30th (if I haven't had the baby) to discuss a possible C-section. (cross your fingers that we don't have to discuss it.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm already a little dilated and effaced.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to break down when I get miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Also, please leave me with any of your "old wives tales" about inducing labor. I will not drink castor oil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-2361986665896944668?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2361986665896944668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=2361986665896944668' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2361986665896944668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2361986665896944668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/03/due-date-2-my-due-date-has-been-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-3905313848551045313</id><published>2009-03-13T10:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:59:39.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: NOW YOU KNOW ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****20 YEARS AGO (1989)****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How old were you? - 10&lt;br /&gt;2) Who were you dating? -  No dating but I probably loved Kory Hill and Curtis Browning&lt;br /&gt;3) Where did you go to school? – Central Elementary&lt;br /&gt;4) Where did you live? - St. Anthony, ID&lt;br /&gt;5) Where did you hang out? – Adriana's or Annie's or Holly's house or down by the river&lt;br /&gt;6) Did you wear contacts and/or glasses? - no - but Adrian, Annie, and Holly all had some sweet ones. :)&lt;br /&gt;7) Who were your best friends? - Adriana Forsberg, Annie Zundel, and Holly Riedelbach&lt;br /&gt;8) What did you want to be when you grew up? - An architect&lt;br /&gt;9) Where did you want to go to school? - I just wanted to be in Jr. High&lt;br /&gt;10) What kind of car did you drive? – a sweet tenspeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****15 YEARS AGO (1994)****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How old were you? - 15&lt;br /&gt;2) Who were you dating? – I was still in love with Kory and Curtis in the back of my mind. I probably like Kevin Holgate by then. (I can't believe I'm admitting this)&lt;br /&gt;3) Where did you work? - Pizza Villa, before it became Big J's.&lt;br /&gt;4) Where did you live? – St. Anthony, ID&lt;br /&gt;5) Where did you hang out?  - Twin Bridges and Fun Farm&lt;br /&gt;6) Did you wear contacts and/or glasses? - nope&lt;br /&gt;7) Who were your best friends? - Adriana, Ris, Julie, Annie, and Holly&lt;br /&gt;8) How many tattoos did you have? - Just a face full of acne&lt;br /&gt;9) How many piercings did you have? - One in each ear.&lt;br /&gt;10) What kind of car did you drive? - Pontiac LeMans with a lot of stickers on it&lt;br /&gt;11) Had you been to a real party? – Sure, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;12) Had you had your heart broken? - My poor teenage heart was broken every day that I didn't talk to whomever I was smitten with. AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 13) Were you Single/taken/Married/Divor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ced? – Single&lt;br /&gt;14) Any Kids? – Just my cat Cloudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***10 YEARS AGO (1999)***&lt;br /&gt;1) How old were you?  - 20&lt;br /&gt;2) Who were you dating? – My snowboard&lt;br /&gt;3) Where did you work? – The 400 south Bagelry&lt;br /&gt;4) Where did you live? – SLC Punk&lt;br /&gt;5) Where did you hang out? – At my Aunt Sally's house, my ghetto house downtown where I lived with Julie Miller and Aaron Clark, or in the mountains, SLC concert venues&lt;br /&gt;6) Did you wear contacts and/or glasses? - glasses&lt;br /&gt;7) Who were your best friends? – I've always had the same favorites, but I was mostly hanging out with Julie, Aaron, and random Ricks College kids that needed a place to crash in SLC&lt;br /&gt;8) How many tattoos did you have? - I finally got that Battleship tattoo on my butt that year... just kidding... but I did pay for $60 of Aaron's and I don't think he every paid me back.&lt;br /&gt;9) What kind of car did you have? – Same ol' Pontiac LeMans, with even more stickers&lt;br /&gt;10) How many piercings did you have? - Four in each ear&lt;br /&gt;11) Had you been to a real party? – Are you kidding? The Pink Dress Party 1999 knocked everyone's socks off&lt;br /&gt;12) Had your heart broken? - Yes, it was very broken at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 13) Were you Single/Taken/Married/Divor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ced? -  Single - hence the broken heart&lt;br /&gt;14) Any Kids? – Cloudy had just died, but Julie had a pallet of wheat grass on our kitchen counter we had to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****TODAY (2009)****&lt;br /&gt;1) Age? - 30&lt;br /&gt;2) Where do you work? – For CaroneFitness and for Cohen&lt;br /&gt;3) Where do you live? SLC, UT&lt;br /&gt;5) Who are your closest friends? – Mike, my family, Lindsey, the book club gals, the knitting gals, the sewing gals, and all you Mormon culture rejects from Ricks that I still keep in contact with&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you talk to your old friends? – Mostly through Facebook, Email, and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;7) How many piercings do you have? – One in each ear.&lt;br /&gt;8) How many tattoos? - Still None&lt;br /&gt;9) What kind of car do you have? – Mazda 626 lemon.&lt;br /&gt;10) Has your heart been broken? Yes, but it is fine now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; 11) Are you single/taken/married/divor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ced? - Married&lt;br /&gt;12) How many kids? – 1 son and 37 weeks of a baby girl fetus most likely to be named Piper&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/36232626-3905313848551045313?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3905313848551045313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=3905313848551045313' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3905313848551045313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3905313848551045313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/03/now-you-know-20-years-ago-1989-1-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-3416309148265215144</id><published>2009-02-24T10:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:59:11.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: A WEEKEND AWAY ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SOKuV6Gi4mI/AAAAAAAAAto/YSqv1GXwFe8/s320/ninja+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SOKuV6Gi4mI/AAAAAAAAAto/YSqv1GXwFe8/s320/ninja+hair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember these gals that I wrote about a while ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SaQw3VD9E2I/AAAAAAAABFI/KGv9MJo3FSc/s1600-h/2009+Feb+Girls+Weekend+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SaQw3VD9E2I/AAAAAAAABFI/KGv9MJo3FSc/s320/2009+Feb+Girls+Weekend+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306419988053955426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are now... 12 years and 16 kids later. Well, 20 kids because 4 of us are pregnant. HOLY SMOKES! Between us we'll have 20 kids in July. I guess we took the Lord's commandment to "multiple and replenish" quite seriously, didn't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Little America here in SLC. We ate at fantastic restaurants. We gossiped and laughed about old times. We didn't get much sleep. We shopped. Most of all we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SaQxXcwaLWI/AAAAAAAABFQ/pgV7weu8ybM/s1600-h/2009+Feb+Girls+Weekend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SaQxXcwaLWI/AAAAAAAABFQ/pgV7weu8ybM/s320/2009+Feb+Girls+Weekend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306420539875274082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie, Braxton, Ris, and I went through the Draper Temple open house one morning. It was cold, but I don't know why Ris was shivering. She lives in -30 degree wintered Canada. :-) If you are in SLC, take advantage of this tour, LDS or not. I think tours end the second weekend in March. It is beautiful... and you get cookies at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these gals. I hadn't seen any of them in 2 years and it was so nice to pick up right where we left off the last time. I can't wait until our next weekend away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-3416309148265215144?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3416309148265215144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=3416309148265215144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3416309148265215144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3416309148265215144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-away-remember-these-gals-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SOKuV6Gi4mI/AAAAAAAAAto/YSqv1GXwFe8/s72-c/ninja+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-169642535245388504</id><published>2009-02-24T10:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:31:53.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: PROJECTS 3 &amp;amp; 4 &amp;amp; 5 ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. I finally had a few moments to clear the pics from my camera and get them on here. I have not printed a single picture since I got my digital camera 2 years ago. One of my "50 Projects" this year is to get those photos printed! I just want to photoshop each one and make them better before I print them and it is just taking way too long. I just have a little point and shoot. I want a digital SLR so badly and was hoping to spend part of our tax return on one. However, our tax return wouldn't even buy us a little point and shoot (I'm totally bummed) so I guess the upgrade will be put off for another day. I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While cleaning off the memory card, I found there was not a single photo of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project #3&lt;/span&gt;. Boo! It was cute, too. I made a bag for Mardi. She asked me in SEPTEMBER. I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; busy (read: lazy). I cut all of the pieces out right before Halloween, but didn't sew it until Tanya and I got together for our January sewing group. I am so lame. (Have I mentioned our little sewing group? It is fun. It is &lt;a href="http://houseoftanya.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tanya&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://upcamethesun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rusti&lt;/a&gt;, Liz and I. We try to get together once a month and work on our lingering projects. It is a great motivator to get stuff done.) Tanya can vouch that I finished it. It was a simple messenger bag, made of the best blue/brown geometric fabric I could find. I finally gave it to Mardi last Sunday and was able to cross it off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SaQqbxgdMGI/AAAAAAAABE4/Fwn9P0AuFqE/s1600-h/Project+3+Terras+Scarf+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SaQqbxgdMGI/AAAAAAAABE4/Fwn9P0AuFqE/s320/Project+3+Terras+Scarf+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306412917583589474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project #4&lt;/span&gt; was started in November. My friend Terra asked me to make her a scarf in a really simple color. I started a cable pattern on a cream yarn but I hated the yarn I chose. It just wasn't working. Browsing a book I found this really cute pattern called "Feather and Fan" that I wanted to try. I consulted my &lt;a href="http://unwindshop.com/"&gt;yarn gurus&lt;/a&gt; and decided on the &lt;a href="http://www.berroco.com/shade_cards/cuzco_sh.html"&gt;Berroco Cuzco yarn&lt;/a&gt; called Blue Smoke. It turned out so lovely that I almost kept it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SaQrlfKziII/AAAAAAAABFA/TxRf0q9vUtk/s1600-h/Project+3+Terras+Scarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SaQrlfKziII/AAAAAAAABFA/TxRf0q9vUtk/s320/Project+3+Terras+Scarf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306414183971260546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos don't do it justice. I was weaving in the ends just as Terra and I were planning our last outing together. I guess I work best under pressure. They moved to Alaska on Saturday. (Boo hoo!) More on the Binghams... as a side note... It is really hard to find good friends like them. You like them, they like you. Husbands have stuff to talk about. Your kids like each other, I liked her kids, she liked mine. You know the low-maintenance kind. Anyway, good luck in AK, Binghams. I am glad you have a nice new scarf to keep you warm in the great white north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the project. The pattern is easy and I'd like to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;Use whatever needle size your yarn choice suggests.&lt;br /&gt;Cast on 24 stitches (or any multiple of 12)&lt;br /&gt;Row 1: Knit&lt;br /&gt;Row 2: Purl&lt;br /&gt;Row 3: K2tog 2 times, YO 4 times, K2tog 4 times, YO 4 times, K2tog 2 times&lt;br /&gt;Row 4: Knit&lt;br /&gt;Repeat this pattern until you get the desired length. It is so easy and has a stunning outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project #5&lt;/span&gt; is titled "Make Room for Debbie". "Debbie" is our baby that won't be named Debbie, but that is what Cohen calls her. So far we've completed cleaned out Cohen's bedroom and closet and I've consolidated 3 craft areas into one. Last night Mike set up our GINORMOUS new bookshelf to consolidate our 3 mismatched bookcases into. We even went to look at a house this morning (which we won't make an offer on). We're moving in the right direction as to finding more space. I'm calling this project complete because if "Debbie" came tomorrow, she'd have a place to sleep in Cohen's room, or my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-169642535245388504?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/169642535245388504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=169642535245388504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/169642535245388504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/169642535245388504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/02/projects-3-4-5-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SaQqbxgdMGI/AAAAAAAABE4/Fwn9P0AuFqE/s72-c/Project+3+Terras+Scarf+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-272726138434587390</id><published>2009-02-13T14:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:43:32.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: MY BLOG IS LAME ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SZXnUzP_UZI/AAAAAAAABEw/3nXIe7WJpWs/s1600-h/bags+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SZXnUzP_UZI/AAAAAAAABEw/3nXIe7WJpWs/s320/bags+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302398480839299474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have even completed Project 3-5 on my list, taken pictures, and have them ready to share with you... plus rearranged the entire house (thanks Mike) due to my OCD with clutter lately (read: nesting). BUT, sitting down to blog, after sitting down for hours to work just hasn't seemed to fulfilling lately. While I have immersed myself in my projects, Cohen has found ways to entertain himself. He's such a good kid. I hope "Debbie" (that is what Cohen wants to name this little pea - actually, more like a banana right now) inherits his good nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day&lt;/span&gt;... tomorrow. Mike and I aren't much for V-day and for that I am thankful. We're going to have our friend Terra and her kids over for dinner tomorrow because her family is moving to Alaska in 10 short days. We need all of the Bingham time we can get because AK is FAR AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am not giving Mike a gift, I'll give you one. This is one delicious sugar cookie recipe that my buddy Annie gave me. I don't like to make sugar cookies, but I sure like to eat them! This recipe is easy, though, and they are the soft kind that won't go hard for days. YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sugar Cookie Recipe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the following ingredients and blend until well mixed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 C white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 C Softened Butter&lt;br /&gt;4 lg eggs (if small eggs use 5)&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1 C Buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp Baking Powder&lt;br /&gt;½ tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then add in 5-6 cups flour to make soft dough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll out on floured surface, about ¼ inch thick.  Bake at 350 degrees for 8-12 minutes or until cooked through completely.  Cookies do not brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Butter Frosting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cube butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;4 c powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1-2 tbsp vanilla (adjust for taste)&lt;br /&gt;Add in small increments, up to ¼ c milk for consistency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios muchachos! I hope you all get the lovin' you deserve this wonderful 3-day weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-272726138434587390?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/272726138434587390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=272726138434587390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/272726138434587390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/272726138434587390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-blog-is-lame-i-have-even-completed.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SZXnUzP_UZI/AAAAAAAABEw/3nXIe7WJpWs/s72-c/bags+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-5781481865105630664</id><published>2009-02-03T19:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:32:26.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: NESTING &amp;amp; EDITING ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working A LOT and cleaning out corners A LOT and haven't done much else. I'm looking forward to a weekend off with my buddies from high school. Then I'll be back to my normal life. Until the kidlet is born. Only 8 more weeks until I get to meet that little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SYj9vjgwnpI/AAAAAAAABEo/QdJ2WKgxSA0/s1600-h/Pops+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SYj9vjgwnpI/AAAAAAAABEo/QdJ2WKgxSA0/s400/Pops+and+Me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298763955029712530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo has nothing to do with anything, except that it is crazy how much my youngest brother looks just like my Pops. Nice moostaches, boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-5781481865105630664?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5781481865105630664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=5781481865105630664' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5781481865105630664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5781481865105630664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/02/nesting-editing-i-have-been-working-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SYj9vjgwnpI/AAAAAAAABEo/QdJ2WKgxSA0/s72-c/Pops+and+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-1406192089635768532</id><published>2009-01-15T20:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:01:30.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: THIS IS RAD ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="260"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=877683&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=877683&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Architecture in Helsinki - Like It Or Not&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user188664"&gt;helsinkids&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Architecture in Helsinki is one of my favorite bands in the ENTIRE world. My ol' pal Gary Brown introduced me to them while I was still working at 1-800-Patches (Gary... I miss you mostly for your music suggestions). Anyway, they have the best tunes - I love them while at the gym - and the best music videos. The one above is a little crafty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever have a change to go to an AIH show, it is truly a masterpiece. Seriously, these kids rock the house and have the most amazing stage presence. They each play about 50 different instruments throughout the show, almost never ending with the same instrument that they started the song with. AMAZING! Anyway, enjoy the video. I wish I could embroider like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh PS... I'm not being very crafty this week. I've been working a lot (for pay) and that cuts down on my crafting time. I'll resume soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-1406192089635768532?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1406192089635768532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=1406192089635768532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1406192089635768532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1406192089635768532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-rad-architecture-in-helsinki.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-5770632564213993720</id><published>2009-01-12T16:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:12:54.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: YO DIGGITY ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start every post like this. I was only a day late, but you can &lt;a href="http://petitelefant.blogspot.com/2009/01/knitting-giveaway.html"&gt;go enter to win some fine yarn and supplies (courtesy of me) over at Petit Elefant&lt;/a&gt;. It would be great to send it off to someone I know.  Even if you don't knit, enter anyway. It would make a great gift (ahem) to someone who does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-5770632564213993720?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5770632564213993720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=5770632564213993720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5770632564213993720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5770632564213993720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-diggity-i-want-to-start-every-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-5608619057699179864</id><published>2009-01-09T09:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:09:44.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: MY FAVORITE KID ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SWd10RNRjHI/AAAAAAAABCk/2bATwkYvetA/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+Sessions+Las+Vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SWd10RNRjHI/AAAAAAAABCk/2bATwkYvetA/s320/Christmas+2008+Sessions+Las+Vegas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289325828202663026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only 9:00 am. We've watched Bakugan and Christmas with the Joker (old Batman cartoons from my childhood). We've had breakfast. He played Bakugan while I checked my email. We've played with and cleaned up the play-dough. He dressed up as Batman. Now he's getting his pirate ship and island out for the next round while I write this blog. Wow - we've only been awake since 7:30. I'm ready for a nap and he wants to go to the zoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-5608619057699179864?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5608619057699179864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=5608619057699179864' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5608619057699179864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5608619057699179864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-favorite-kid-it-is-only-900-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SWd10RNRjHI/AAAAAAAABCk/2bATwkYvetA/s72-c/Christmas+2008+Sessions+Las+Vegas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-6526347457319568069</id><published>2009-01-08T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:56:49.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: WANT A NEW PRINTER? ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure do! &lt;a href="http://www.mommycoddle.com/2009/01/show-tell-epson-artisan-800-.html"&gt;MommyCoddle&lt;/a&gt; is giving one away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want a digital SLR, so if you find one laying around or something send it my way. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-6526347457319568069?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6526347457319568069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=6526347457319568069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6526347457319568069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6526347457319568069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/01/want-new-printer-i-sure-do-mommycoddle.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-4795458843421576181</id><published>2009-01-05T19:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:39:06.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: MERRY CHRISTMAS 2008 ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just wanted to share the two highlights of our Christmas celebrations. I can't determine which is funnier. So, watch the videos and you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sessions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Pops and Grandma Dough-knee (my parents) performing a song from High School Musical on the Wii. Notice Pops making up his own words and Bean (my 7-YO HSM-obsessed niece, Rebekah) trying to get him to do it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a7f5900fc69c6e0e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7f5900fc69c6e0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330273708%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3168AAB78FA53AEF878B9B821FF8178A736CE3C1.78A09B1030D93F7A07177DFE5D35BAE964D0866D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7f5900fc69c6e0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2Rug0718cOuxHpsVYZC5_xhAOOU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7f5900fc69c6e0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330273708%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3168AAB78FA53AEF878B9B821FF8178A736CE3C1.78A09B1030D93F7A07177DFE5D35BAE964D0866D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7f5900fc69c6e0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2Rug0718cOuxHpsVYZC5_xhAOOU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Van Wagoners (actually Latteiers)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Nativity Scene performed by the 5 great-grandkids that were in attendance. Cohen was actually Joseph, although he wanted to be a Sheep -aka Shepherd- and Mike's brothers kept trying to get him to "baaa". We are irreverent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a7a66f29f7a20bf5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7a66f29f7a20bf5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330273708%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D507765F3F77B031D38AB68B2AD2E2A69D96D9F21.2CF9D9DC74B48A296911AB315135824D7C73B243%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7a66f29f7a20bf5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dwc6NLPhLGplM0QcrfSe5klmCk-o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da7a66f29f7a20bf5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330273708%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D507765F3F77B031D38AB68B2AD2E2A69D96D9F21.2CF9D9DC74B48A296911AB315135824D7C73B243%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da7a66f29f7a20bf5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dwc6NLPhLGplM0QcrfSe5klmCk-o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Disclaimer* Yes, that is me in the background of both of the videos laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-4795458843421576181?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a7a66f29f7a20bf5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a7f5900fc69c6e0e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4795458843421576181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=4795458843421576181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4795458843421576181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4795458843421576181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas-2008-so-i-just-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-6798614809137965275</id><published>2009-01-05T11:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:59:03.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: PROJECT #2 - PETIT ELEFANT KNITTING TUTORIALS ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3075/3171490348_6aafbd8fa6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3075/3171490348_6aafbd8fa6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew... I've been in a frenzy this last week getting all of the loose ends tied up for the knitting tutorials and patterns that I'll be posting &lt;a href="http://petitelefant.blogspot.com/"&gt;Petit Elefant&lt;/a&gt; all of this week. Today I just made a list of basic knitting items that you'll need to know to complete the projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the schedule:&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Knitting Basics&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Leg Warmers&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Cap&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Sweater (plus blocking and crocheting the edges)&lt;br /&gt;Friday (I think) - a GIVE AWAY of all of the products needed to create these items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY KNITTING!&lt;/span&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/36232626-6798614809137965275?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6798614809137965275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=6798614809137965275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6798614809137965275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6798614809137965275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/01/project-2-petit-elefant-knitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-6710728584582357453</id><published>2009-01-01T16:52:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:12:52.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: PROJECT #1 - PANTRY CLEAN OUT ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SV1Xn2iNk5I/AAAAAAAABBw/_3zrVncZO0w/s1600-h/2009+Pantry+Cleanout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SV1Xn2iNk5I/AAAAAAAABBw/_3zrVncZO0w/s320/2009+Pantry+Cleanout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286477879768355730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like starting the New Year off with not only one but THREE clean closets. Yesterday I went through the laundry/scrapbook closet and organized my ever growing stash of paper and glitter and Cohen's crafting stuff. This morning we got up early (thanks Cohen) and started breaking down Christmas right away. I purged and got my Christmas decor down to only three big Tupperware bins so it will all fit in our entry way closet. I cleaned off all of my Primary stuff from the shelves in there and made more room for games/puzzles/flashlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SV1YrtmDLmI/AAAAAAAABB4/HhXhdTJ_hUc/s1600-h/2009+Pantry+Cleanout+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SV1YrtmDLmI/AAAAAAAABB4/HhXhdTJ_hUc/s320/2009+Pantry+Cleanout+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286479045599637090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was folding laundry in my bedroom (read: lying on the bed looking at the ceiling), I heard Mike (I love his Christmas Beard this year) rustling in the pantry. I went to the kitchen to see what he was doing and he had pulled out everything from our pantry and was on his hands and knees mopping the floor. I decided to help since this was one of the 50 projects on my list. The goal was to fit all of the junk - pictured in the first picture - into our little pantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SV1Zqi2lP_I/AAAAAAAABCA/ZYDoSEPZlmE/s1600-h/2009+Pantry+Cleanout+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SV1Zqi2lP_I/AAAAAAAABCA/ZYDoSEPZlmE/s320/2009+Pantry+Cleanout+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286480125047947250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The above picture is the 1/2 way point.  Our pantry shelves have so much height to them, that a lot of space was being wasted. I didn't want to invest in a permanent solution, since this is an apartment that I pray we won't live in forever. I bought these shoe racks at IKEA  for $10 a piece to utilize our shelf space. We can now stack our cans three high without all of the toppling over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SV1alpieIbI/AAAAAAAABCI/DNgjNI_dI1w/s1600-h/2009+Pantry+Cleanout+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SV1alpieIbI/AAAAAAAABCI/DNgjNI_dI1w/s320/2009+Pantry+Cleanout+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286481140454924722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another handy and cheap organizational tool is using an old CD holder to keep all of the flavor packets and mixes organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SV1bX1rrakI/AAAAAAAABCY/1VjVnPiLb5w/s1600-h/2009+Pantry+Cleanout+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SV1bX1rrakI/AAAAAAAABCY/1VjVnPiLb5w/s320/2009+Pantry+Cleanout+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286482002708228674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A utility hanger (KMart for $5.99) and a plastic bag holder (IKEA for $0.99) keeps everything off of the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SV1a-ii11VI/AAAAAAAABCQ/TAq8UR43reU/s1600-h/2009+Pantry+Cleanout+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SV1a-ii11VI/AAAAAAAABCQ/TAq8UR43reU/s320/2009+Pantry+Cleanout+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286481568074159442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VOILA! Here it is all done. After getting rid of a lot of expired food and seeing what we really have in there, I've come to realize we need to get more food storage that we'll actually eat. But that will be a project for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-6710728584582357453?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/6710728584582357453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=6710728584582357453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6710728584582357453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/6710728584582357453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2009/01/project-1-pantry-clean-out-nothing-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SV1Xn2iNk5I/AAAAAAAABBw/_3zrVncZO0w/s72-c/2009+Pantry+Cleanout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-219996377474333178</id><published>2008-12-31T17:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:01:49.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: IF I MAY BRAG ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think this is the first time in my life I've actually accomplished what I said I would as a New Year's Resolution. Last January (2008), I decided I would read 50 novels this year. I finished another book today which brings my total to 68 total. WAHOO! Now, I understand a lot of these books were young adult novels, but they still count. There is just too much smut in a lot of adult fiction. I'm learning how to weed them out and who to trust as sources (as a general rule, NOT Oprah!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was going back over my list of books, I realized I don't remember many of the stories (just the really good ones). I'm grateful that I have recovered my love of reading. I'm also grateful that I have actually conquered a goal that I set out to accomplish. Mike made the statement that maybe I should only make resolutions that involve something I enjoy (ie. not dieting or mopping the floor). Does that take the purpose out of resolutions? I don't think so. I still have to push to accomplish things I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Resolution 2009&lt;/span&gt;. I've decided that my "Work-in-Progress" pile is WAY too big. My "To Do" list is WAY too long. I have so many 1/2 finished projects haunting me that I need to get them out of my head. In the spirit of "I Can Make it", this year I am going to complete 50 usefull projects. They will range from sewing to knitting to organizing to refinishing furniture. Stuff that needs to be done that I have been putting off. I purposefully wrote that I am going to "complete" these projects. I have 7 projects currently started that I must finish first (UGH!) before I can start counting new ones.  I'll keep a running total on my side bar just as I did with books. I'm also going to be offering tutorials of things that I think you might like to do. We all win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck with your resolutions. Have a safe night tonight. As for me, project #1 starts tomorrow. Wahoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-219996377474333178?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/219996377474333178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=219996377474333178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/219996377474333178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/219996377474333178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-i-may-brag-well-i-think-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-3945409191258136774</id><published>2008-12-23T17:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:23:44.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: HAPPY HOLIDAYS ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SVGAXehNCmI/AAAAAAAABBo/pesGlHf0jbo/s1600-h/Batman+at+the+Zoo+12-08+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SVGAXehNCmI/AAAAAAAABBo/pesGlHf0jbo/s320/Batman+at+the+Zoo+12-08+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283144978699979362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're on our way to Las Vegas for Christmas and a cousin's wedding. I'll be back next week to let you in on a little secret about my 2009 New Year's resolution. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Yes. I know what holiday is only 2 days away. This photo was taken last week at the Zoo while waiting for the "12 Days of Christmas" light show to start. Maybe I'll make him  a Santa costume next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-3945409191258136774?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3945409191258136774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=3945409191258136774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3945409191258136774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3945409191258136774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays-were-on-our-way-to-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SVGAXehNCmI/AAAAAAAABBo/pesGlHf0jbo/s72-c/Batman+at+the+Zoo+12-08+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-5677352032757071620</id><published>2008-12-20T15:46:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:07:54.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: UTAH WE LOVE THEE ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone out there know the Utah state song? I lived in Nevada in 3rd grade (when we did NV history) and Idaho in 4th grade (when we did ID history) so I never learned it. I just remember my mom singing that part but that is it. Maybe Utah should make that be on a test for people trying to gain Utah residency. It sure would have beat paying an entire semester for out of state tuition (thanks Mom and Dad!)... Anyway, I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SU137h1iycI/AAAAAAAABBI/p46eix7appI/s1600-h/Shoveling+Snow+12-08+%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SU137h1iycI/AAAAAAAABBI/p46eix7appI/s320/Shoveling+Snow+12-08+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282009802554395074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One benefit of apartment living is that we are not responsible for our snow removal. However, this year we are in charge of Grandma L's snow removal since we only live 1 1/2 blocks away.  Cohen loves it because we let him put on his snow pants and moon boots and play while we (read: Mike) shovels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SU14KgziGTI/AAAAAAAABBQ/1ENOyK2P4Z4/s1600-h/Shoveling+Snow+12-08+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SU14KgziGTI/AAAAAAAABBQ/1ENOyK2P4Z4/s320/Shoveling+Snow+12-08+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282010059975563570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am hiding in the garage after pouring rock salt on the fronts steps. I dyed my hair brown. I really should have used Photoshop on this picture this picture. Look at that zit in between my eyes staring at you like a bulls eye. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SU14mXSgqzI/AAAAAAAABBY/-T39HZfiyzA/s1600-h/Shoveling+Snow+12-08+%289%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SU14mXSgqzI/AAAAAAAABBY/-T39HZfiyzA/s320/Shoveling+Snow+12-08+%289%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282010538457475890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're going to Las Vegas for Christmas this year. I wish people would stop singing "I'm Dreaming of White Christmas" south of Cedar City. Maybe Al Gore is playing "global warming" Santa again this year. Take a look at &lt;a href="http://lvcoug.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I hope it is gone by the time we get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SU15wtKOGqI/AAAAAAAABBg/cdRTCvZ-6LY/s1600-h/Shoveling+Snow+12-08+%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SU15wtKOGqI/AAAAAAAABBg/cdRTCvZ-6LY/s320/Shoveling+Snow+12-08+%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282011815638604450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Utah's distinct four seasons, even the cold snowy ones. In fact, the cold snowy season is the reason I moved here. I just enjoyed it a bit more when I was working in the bagel shop in the morning, snowboarding in the afternoon/evening, and only paying $133 a month in rent. Ahh - the glory days. Again... I digress... I just pray Cohen still enjoys shoveling snow this much when he is 15. That is how he can earn his snowboarding money to fully appreciate the "Greatest Snow on Earth." Seriously, that is what my license plate says. Let it snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;PS. This post makes no sense. I just wanted to show you my snow pictures and my brown hair (and OF COURSE the bulls eye zit!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-5677352032757071620?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/5677352032757071620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=5677352032757071620' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5677352032757071620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/5677352032757071620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2008/12/utah-we-love-thee-does-anyone-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SU137h1iycI/AAAAAAAABBI/p46eix7appI/s72-c/Shoveling+Snow+12-08+%284%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-1040229156233948558</id><published>2008-12-19T09:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:26:48.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: YOU WILL NEVER EAT RAGU AGAIN ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SUvKiZ2MS5I/AAAAAAAABA4/_9dqu8AT3oU/s1600-h/Meatballs+and+Marinara+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SUvKiZ2MS5I/AAAAAAAABA4/_9dqu8AT3oU/s320/Meatballs+and+Marinara+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281537680424586130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RECIPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 medium onion, chopped (I always use large)&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, crushed (the bigger the better)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped parsley or flat-leaf Italian parsley (this ingredient is key)&lt;br /&gt;5 mushrooms, finely chopped (or the entire little blue crate you get from the store)&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 (28-ounce) can chopped tomatoes, or 8 large tomatoes (fresh is better, but the can worked great during the off season when you don't want to pay the extra bucks)&lt;br /&gt;2 (6-ounce) cans tomato paste&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups red wine or beef broth (I've used both, I prefer the flavor of the broth over the wine)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup (or more) water&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons each dried oregano and basil leaves&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon each salt and pepper (or to taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saute the onion, garlic, parsley and mushrooms in the olive oil in a large saucepan over medium heat for 3 - 5 minutes or until the mushrooms are tender.&lt;br /&gt;Add the UNDRAINED tomato paste. Bring to a boil and stir in one cup of the wine (broth). Reduce the heat to low and add the water, sugar, oregano, basil, salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;Simmer over low heat for 20 minutes (or more), stirring occasionally. Stir in the remaining 1/2 cup wine (broth) and simmer for 10 minutes longer or until the desired consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to add ground meat or meatballs, do it at the end right before you serve it. For our small family of 3, this is 3 meals worth of sauce. It freezes fantastically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SUvLGJB9VvI/AAAAAAAABBA/iCFye7xTgA0/s1600-h/Meatballs+and+Marinara+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SUvLGJB9VvI/AAAAAAAABBA/iCFye7xTgA0/s320/Meatballs+and+Marinara+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281538294385825522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-1040229156233948558?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1040229156233948558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=1040229156233948558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1040229156233948558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1040229156233948558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-will-never-eat-ragu-again-recipe-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SUvKiZ2MS5I/AAAAAAAABA4/_9dqu8AT3oU/s72-c/Meatballs+and+Marinara+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-2402467431747470393</id><published>2008-12-18T17:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:02:31.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: HOW MANY MORE DAYS? ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the rest of you sick of this question yet? Back on the 10th, Cohen asked me this question for the 101st time and I almost lost it. Rather than losing it (he's just THAT excited), I figured out a solution. A paper chain. We've all made them at school, church, and other places. But in case you never had, I offer you a little tutorial. I jazzed it up a bit to match my decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/3119514172_3ddaf1f16b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/3119514172_3ddaf1f16b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Materials:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scissors or paper cutter&lt;br /&gt;Glue or tape&lt;br /&gt;Marker&lt;br /&gt;Scalloped punch or stencil or Cricut or whatever shape maker you'd like&lt;br /&gt;Circle punch or stencil or Cricut or whatever shape maker you'd like in a smaller size than the larger scalloped punch&lt;br /&gt;3 coordinating pieces of 12 x 12 scrapbook paper&lt;br /&gt;1 piece of coordinating 12 x 12 heavy card stock&lt;br /&gt;A kid that needs to practice writing his/her numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 1:&lt;/span&gt; When Cohen asked "How many more days?", there were 15 days left. So, using that math, cut five 1 1/2" strips from each sheet of coordinating paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 2:&lt;/span&gt; Punch five 2 1/2" scallops from each piece of coordinating paper (it will take all of your leftovers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 3:&lt;/span&gt; Punch 15  2" circles from the card stock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3218/3119513106_9c763a4c79.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3218/3119513106_9c763a4c79.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 4:&lt;/span&gt; Glue or tape the strips into a chain, alternating paper pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/3119513852_afaf078bf0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/3119513852_afaf078bf0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 5:&lt;/span&gt; Have your kid practice writing his numbers on the card stock circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/3119513240_49e52bece4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/3119513240_49e52bece4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 6:&lt;/span&gt; Glue or tape the card stock numbers to the scallops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/3118685565_226e95c9f4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3111/3118685565_226e95c9f4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 7:&lt;/span&gt; Glue or tape numbers on the chain. Make sure a different color of scallop goes on a different pattern of the chain. (Wonder where the kid is and why you're finishing this craft on your own.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/3119514538_e14c97053e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/3119514538_e14c97053e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 8: &lt;/span&gt;Admire your craftiness, feel good about the educational part of it all, and enjoy the question-free rest of the wait until Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-2402467431747470393?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2402467431747470393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=2402467431747470393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2402467431747470393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2402467431747470393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-many-more-days-are-rest-of-you-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-2892754861334158881</id><published>2008-12-17T14:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:01:44.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: KNITTING FRENZY ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember these??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/3116877092_7b42f72fbb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/3116877092_7b42f72fbb_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished them and they are really great. They almost make me want a pair of legwarmers myself (but - legwarmers would look lame on my chunky legs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3239/3116877406_0a7332467f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3239/3116877406_0a7332467f_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be doing a series of knitting posts at &lt;a href="http://petitelefant.blogspot.com/"&gt;Petit Elephant&lt;/a&gt; in the next few weeks and I thought I'd try out a few patterns before I committed.  A simple pair of baby legwarmers (only one is pictured here). These were not knit in the round. They were knit flat and I sewed them up the back. I needed to practice my seams for the sweater I am about finished with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3107/3116043947_9a48886ed9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3107/3116043947_9a48886ed9_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made this little hat. It is nothing special, but I finally got the sizing correct. I've made a few hats for Cohen but his big head (and my inaccurate measuring) has turned them into yarmulkes (Happy Hanukkah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/3116870372_9c60f4ff50_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/3116870372_9c60f4ff50_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3243/3116043287_0473d8f561_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3243/3116043287_0473d8f561_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And... for my Weber State Wildcat loving (and employed) mother, a simple scarf. This yarn is called "Lumpy and Bumpy" and wouldn't show any pattern I tried, so I just did a strait knit (garter stitch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3238/3116869798_907cd6783e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3238/3116869798_907cd6783e_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up close view. If I had to review this yarn, I think it is way too expensive ($18.00 for 133 yards) for what it does. I don't even know what else I could make with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3126/3116043105_759c0c17a5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3126/3116043105_759c0c17a5_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a few more knitting projects to finish before Christmas. I now know why knitters start their Christmas gift projects in March. Sheesh! I'm way behind. Oh well... I've watched a lot of Christmas movies on the Family Channel's 25 days of Christmas movies. Wahoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-2892754861334158881?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2892754861334158881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=2892754861334158881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2892754861334158881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2892754861334158881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2008/12/knitting-frenzy-remember-these-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3087/3116877092_7b42f72fbb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-3032216512964996858</id><published>2008-12-12T17:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:51:35.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: NO MORE! ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Crazy Lori -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you finish ALL projects (including the laundry), please stop looking at crafty blogs, flickr, Anthropologie.com, Ravelry.com, and any other online sources for crafty goodness.  You've only got 13 days until Christmas and that afghan (what were you thinking?) isn't going to knit itself. You have enough felt ornaments. You have enough wreaths. You have enough garlands. The entire floor is covered in glitter. Your family wants to use the kitchen table for dinner again. You must stop starting projects and start finishing them. I promise you'll enjoy yourself better if you take my advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Sane Lori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Clean up your crafting corner (aka War Zone) while you're at it. I stepped on a knitting needle today and broke it. Sorry, but it is totally your fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-3032216512964996858?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3032216512964996858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=3032216512964996858' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3032216512964996858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3032216512964996858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-more-dear-crazy-lori-until-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-4825541383973725792</id><published>2008-12-04T14:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:53:55.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: STILL HERE ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey old friends. I'm still alive. I've just been swamped with a million little things and Thanksgiving and ya' know... stuff. Life happens.  Christmas festivities and crafting (well - knitting) have begun and we're ready for a slow few weeks before December turns crazy. We've been blessed and I am so thankful for everything that has come our way in the last two weeks. So, here is what I am thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Friends &amp;amp; Family - man, I have so many awesome friends and acquaintances and family members that I wonder what I've done to deserve them all. As soon as I announced I was having a girl, little girl gifts started flowing in the mail and showing up at my door step. As soon as people started finding out that we'd had a few things stolen, I found money in the mailbox and messages on my voice mail asking us what we needed. I cannot imagine what would happen in  real tragedy (I don't want to find out, I just know you'd all be great). Awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Church - I was released from my Primary Presidency calling last week and I am relieved. I love those kids and the simple lessons, but I'm really excited to be teaching the 14/15 year old Sunday School with Mike. Actually, I can sit there and make sure we don't get sidetracked or go over time while Mike teaches. He is so excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Scientific Advances - I'm grateful for modern medicine (even though I think it shouldn't cost so darn much) and the things it is capable of doing. I have friends that have been trying to have babies forever and are now having them. I can get my ugly moles and warts (I've just had one on my chin frozen off) removed. Sore throats can be cured. Feet can feel better. Nausea can go away. Bones can be mended. It is all amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Books and Movies - I love losing myself in a book or movie almost anytime. Isn't it fun that for a few hours, we can remove ourselves from the mundane, stressful, crazy things in our lives and run away with Mr. Darcy, Edward, Wolverine, or (let's think of a woman here.....) um..... (still thinking to avoid criticism).... well, you get what I mean. It is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Savings - This year Mike and I have really tried to limit spending and extras to get a little more financially secure. This economic recession doesn't seem so bad in our personal lives. We have had several friends  lose jobs this year (and we pray for you daily), but it is nice that we've come out more ahead than we ever thought we would. We're buying a house next year... I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mechanics - Growing up in St. Anthony, we had a very reliable mechanic. He was a rocket scientist - really, he quit his job at NASA to move back to Idaho, or so the story goes. As reliable as he was, he was S-L-O-W. He worked out of a potato cellar in Parker. It would take 2 weeks to get a timing belt fixed. On Monday, my car puttered into the auto shop near my house and they got me right in. Unfortunately, the repairs were extensive and expensive ($1000 - Merry Christmas to us, but see where "Savings" comes in), but I was able to drive my car home 4 hours later and get on my way. Love it. Now I can spend Christmas in Vegas with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Preschool - ahhhhh, I can't say enough about the benefits Cohen's preschool has had on him. It is so awesome to take him somewhere loving and safe where he feels comfortable learning and playing. They've taught him general life skills that I just don't think about (like putting on his coat. Usually I am in such a hurry to get him out the door that I do it for him). He even has started cleaning up his toys. Unreal. Plus, I get 3 hours every morning to use as I please. I can work, shop, clean, exercise, sit and knit. Whatever I choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Yarn Store Connection - Thank you Sue and crew for letting me work at your store enough to get yarn for my projects. I've really started enjoying knitting this year. I've finished so many projects this year, including a little sweater for the little Miss. I love beautiful fibers and I love learning new things all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Fabric - So pretty. I haven't been sewing much lately, but I am in the midst of purging my craft &amp;amp; fabric stash (want some?) and I am amazed at the beautiful patterns that these designers come up with. Quilting cottons are so soft and amazing. I just got a package in the mail today with 4 yards of beautiful stuff (I'm supposed to be purging... I know) that I can't wait to do something with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Food - I am finally feeling well enough to start wanting to eat again. Not everything is disgusting anymore. Yahoo! I am thankful for good, healthy (and Jr. Mints and Nerds and Cinnamon candy) food that helps my body grow and function. I think it is pretty amazing that I'm growing a person in my gut and food is helping the little Miss become healthy and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more, but I'm sure you're bored. I love this time of year. The bad things don't seem so bad. People are kind (except 4:00 am shoppers at Wal-Mart the day after Thanksgiving) and generous and go just a few steps further for mankind. I love it. Cohen is so excited for Christmas which is making it so awesome. Today everything feels perfect - part of that is because I am leaving in 10 minutes to get my hair done - and I wanted to let you all know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-4825541383973725792?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/4825541383973725792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=4825541383973725792' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4825541383973725792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/4825541383973725792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-here-hey-old-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-763079497351514164</id><published>2008-11-22T07:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:24:45.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: I BLEED RED ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about vampire movies (although I can't hardly wait!). Sorry Cougars. GO UTES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SSgVt-lXnhI/AAAAAAAABAw/Lh2oWm1fIC4/s1600-h/BYU+UTAH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SSgVt-lXnhI/AAAAAAAABAw/Lh2oWm1fIC4/s320/BYU+UTAH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271487243475197458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Although I would love to see the Utes go 12 - 0 this season, more people I am directly associated with take BYU losses personally. If you are the wife of one of those people (Jenny, Lindy, Stacy, etc... you know who you are), may God be with you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*The picture is a repeat from last year. Ironically, it is the son of one of the above mentioned "takes is personally" men. After Mike smeared the U over the BYU, I feared for this kid's life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-763079497351514164?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/763079497351514164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=763079497351514164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/763079497351514164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/763079497351514164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-bleed-red-im-not-talking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SSgVt-lXnhI/AAAAAAAABAw/Lh2oWm1fIC4/s72-c/BYU+UTAH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-2764144127927740261</id><published>2008-11-19T15:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:04:35.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:: DO YOU HAVE YOUR TICKETS? ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spit all over the computer screen. HAHA! This is so worth watching. Viva la Twilight! &lt;br /&gt;(FYI: My tickets are for Saturday afternoon. I'm not crazy enough for a midnight movie.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-2764144127927740261?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2764144127927740261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=2764144127927740261' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2764144127927740261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2764144127927740261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-have-your-tickets-i-just-spit.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-8001359567249894057</id><published>2008-11-12T13:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:54:21.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: HOLY SMOKES ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com/url?q=http://matthewyglesias.theatlantic.com/pink.png&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFdf5gFama4OZ_OVvnos9S0ZoTImA"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.google.com/url?q=http://matthewyglesias.theatlantic.com/pink.png&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNFdf5gFama4OZ_OVvnos9S0ZoTImA" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 12 Van Wagoner boys have been born in the last century, out comes a girl. I'm still a little in shock and don't quite believe those "three white lines" mean little miss, but nothing else was there indicating a little mister, so I'll take it. HOLY SMOKES! My new official due date is March 28th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-8001359567249894057?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/8001359567249894057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=8001359567249894057' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/8001359567249894057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/8001359567249894057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2008/11/holy-smokes-after-12-van-wagoner-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-16006452811823098</id><published>2008-11-11T12:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:37:12.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: BEAUTIFUL YARN ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SRnele3oWYI/AAAAAAAABAo/jYMtqgutRYg/s1600-h/Birthday+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SRnele3oWYI/AAAAAAAABAo/jYMtqgutRYg/s320/Birthday+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267485974709426562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this HUGE skein of yarn yesterday. I'm making leg warmers out of it (which is totally random, I know). They are not for me. Maybe they are for you... oh, don't you wish you were so lucky. But this is 350 yards of beautiful wool blend and it has been a joy to work with. The yarn store got several new colorways in last week and I want one of each. I love it. I don't love double points, though. I feel quite clumsy working with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-16006452811823098?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/16006452811823098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=16006452811823098' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/16006452811823098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/16006452811823098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-yarn-i-got-this-huge-skein-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SRnele3oWYI/AAAAAAAABAo/jYMtqgutRYg/s72-c/Birthday+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-3327034485069801964</id><published>2008-11-07T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:40:19.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GrosgrainStore.com Grand Opening &amp; Giftcard Giveaway!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: ANOTHER GREAT GIVE-A-WAY ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/11/grosgrainstorecom-giftcard-giveaway.html"&gt;GrosgrainStore.com Grand Opening &amp;amp; Giftcard Giveaway!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this reason, I need this little baby inside to be a gal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-3327034485069801964?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2008/11/grosgrainstorecom-giftcard-giveaway.html' title='GrosgrainStore.com Grand Opening &amp; Giftcard Giveaway!!!!!!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/3327034485069801964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=3327034485069801964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3327034485069801964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/3327034485069801964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2008/11/grosgrainstorecom-grand-opening.html' title='GrosgrainStore.com Grand Opening &amp; Giftcard Giveaway!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-1292105547163434311</id><published>2008-11-05T17:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:38:06.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: IT SNOWED TODAY ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SRI3u0XOmKI/AAAAAAAABAY/2aTFcE9vdRY/s1600-h/Stockings+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SRI3u0XOmKI/AAAAAAAABAY/2aTFcE9vdRY/s320/Stockings+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265332191819110562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... So I made Christmas crafts. I whipped a few stockings to donate to &lt;a href="http://www.festivaloftreesutah.com/"&gt;The Festival of Trees&lt;/a&gt; gift shop. I can't believe it is already that time of year again. I opted out of being on the actual committee this year, so donating a few things to sell is the least I could do. I love doing it, but maybe next year. They are all tagged up and ready to be turned in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SRI4Qo6mVTI/AAAAAAAABAg/-VkmIoXbDIk/s1600-h/Stockings+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SRI4Qo6mVTI/AAAAAAAABAg/-VkmIoXbDIk/s320/Stockings+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265332772861793586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 30 yesterday and it was rather anti-climatic. Cohen bought me a book and Mike gave me a gift certificate to use at &lt;a href="http://www.segolilydayspa.com/"&gt;Sego Lily Spa&lt;/a&gt;. Ahhhh... I can't wait to get a maternity massage, whatever that is. I know it will be blissful. I also voted, shopped for new jeans (maternity... but still... they are new) and shoes for snow, worked, went with Mike to vote, ate a gyro (hello heart burn), renewed my temple recommend, watched The Hulk, and watched Obama win... in that order. Mike's mom made me dinner on Sunday and I am going to out dinner with my family tonight. I was just happy to leave the last few weeks of my 20's behind. It was a rough few weeks and my 30's are already looking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: ATTENTION UTAH BLOGGERS ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The fantastic blog, Petit Elefant (link on my side bar), is having a &lt;a href="http://petitelefant.blogspot.com/2008/11/nicole-carman-photography-giveaway.html"&gt;FANTASTIC give away&lt;/a&gt;. Enter for a chance to win a family photo shoot with &lt;a href="http://nicolecarmanphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole Carman&lt;/a&gt;. It is valued at $175.  Enter by November 10th. Head over there NOW!!! What would it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: ONE MORE THING ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just got my new Scentsy in the mail today from my lovely distributer and old neighbor, &lt;a href="http://www.scentsy.com/kristenk"&gt;Kristen Klingler&lt;/a&gt;. Ah... I am enjoying the Snowberry now. I wish my house looked as good as it smells. She'll ship anywhere so visit her site and share the love. I think this would be a great Christmas gift for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-1292105547163434311?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/1292105547163434311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=1292105547163434311' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1292105547163434311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/1292105547163434311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-snowed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/SRI3u0XOmKI/AAAAAAAABAY/2aTFcE9vdRY/s72-c/Stockings+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36232626.post-2649283386668980675</id><published>2008-11-03T17:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:49:30.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:: BUZZ KILL ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question&lt;/span&gt;: What happens the day after you sign a new lease on your apartment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer&lt;/span&gt;: All of your stuff gets stolen from your porch and storage unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy at all. BRING MY BIKE AND STROLLER BACK, LAME CROOKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were 99% sure we were not going to sign a new lease. We got really excited about moving. We looked a few apartments that weren't quite right. We can't buy a place just yet. It was nearing midnight and we had to turn in our "30-day notice". We buckled under pressure and signed the new lease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson to be learned&lt;/span&gt;: Follow your gut feelings and get the hell out. Sorry for the cuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got done talking to the police and the apartment manager and I am in a fowl mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't forget to vote tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36232626-2649283386668980675?l=lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/feeds/2649283386668980675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36232626&amp;postID=2649283386668980675' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2649283386668980675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36232626/posts/default/2649283386668980675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorivanwagoner.blogspot.com/2008/11/buzz-kill-question-what-happens-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08548297569597918771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-S8bSA40-Aw/R4-BZ4aKYsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-tWQ9ya1akE/S220/080107+LORI+(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
