<?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-5720981945030117133</id><updated>2012-01-29T09:18:30.419-08:00</updated><category term='little doll'/><category term='meme'/><category term='knowledge'/><category term='camping'/><category term='Random musings'/><category term='daily life'/><category term='drab blog'/><category term='cake decorating'/><category term='learning'/><category term='crafts and swaps'/><category term='Dancing'/><category term='Parental Bias'/><title type='text'>Still Troubleshooting</title><subtitle type='html'>I am playdough that is constantly being moulded, mashed and moulded again. More often than not I end up being a worm instead of the sculpture I know is in here somewhere.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-531817355074479953</id><published>2008-08-13T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:13:31.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Boulton Creek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/SKNOQvEgX5I/AAAAAAAAALo/FdN_YiI_SbY/s1600-h/IMG_6573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234113241354887058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/SKNOQvEgX5I/AAAAAAAAALo/FdN_YiI_SbY/s320/IMG_6573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/SKNLqtf_DuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3lsg-ze9IuU/s1600-h/IMG_6485+%5BDesktop+Size+1280x1024%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234110389074988770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/SKNLqtf_DuI/AAAAAAAAAKI/3lsg-ze9IuU/s320/IMG_6485+%5BDesktop+Size+1280x1024%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to finally go camping with our new tent trailer (Our May long attempt is blocked from memory) We met my parents at a beautiful place in Kananaskis country called Boulton Creek. I spent hours trying to decide where to go but had a lot of trouble finding specifics about the campgrounds in Alberta. So it was a bit of a risk but was well worth it in the end and I had decided that I would do a bit of a write up about it so that maybe other people who are googling might have a bit more luck than I did!&lt;br /&gt;Boulton Creek is a well treed campground that has around 100 sites. It has some sites with electrical hookups but I found that they weren't as private as the others. Probably has something to do with larger RV's needing them? We filled our water tank for free with water that they said was good. We used it for cooking and washing but not drinking. We didn't want to chance it. They have a VERY clean shower facility that had plenty of hot water every time I went, the only bummer is having to pay a toonie each time. The up side though was that I turned off the water each time as well because they gave alot of time. The campground also has a store and restaurant which we did buy icecream at one day. The pit toilets stank a little but really, what can you expect when you're hovering over a tank of.....you know. Well, enough babble, here's a bunch of pictures.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234110391011666114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/SKNLq0tuaMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GJN_sHYBGMs/s320/IMG_6487+%5BDesktop+Size+1280x1024%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234110393591162322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/SKNLq-UuZdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/g-Xl_Zls4kg/s320/dscn0563+%5BDesktop+Size+1280x1024%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234110394851832130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/SKNLrDBSsUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/wsWZsfeBd_E/s320/dscn0558+%5BDesktop+Size+1280x1024%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234111018866420802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/SKNMPXp9rEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ulJv6G78ZGY/s320/dscn0571+%5BDesktop+Size+1280x1024%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234111017388801138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/SKNMPSJq_HI/AAAAAAAAAKw/vT5cTxh4bJY/s320/dscn0622+%5BDesktop+Size+1280x1024%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234111025279030770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/SKNMPvi2VfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/smuxkQ88q1o/s320/dscn0632+(2)+%5BDesktop+Size+1280x1024%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234111026140033938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/SKNMPywIM5I/AAAAAAAAALA/7PBDzC22IQc/s320/dscn0695+%5BDesktop+Size+1280x1024%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234111870132394050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/SKNNA63lmEI/AAAAAAAAALY/dhI6VtJy3R4/s320/IMG_6548+%5BDesktop+Size+1280x1024%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234111865354764338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/SKNNApEgwDI/AAAAAAAAALI/IS8rqpSU9HQ/s320/IMG_6496+%5BDesktop+Size+1280x1024%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234111865675295474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/SKNNAqQ7qvI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3BWME5xgt4c/s320/IMG_6504+%5BDesktop+Size+1280x1024%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234111867755314994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/SKNNAyA2PzI/AAAAAAAAALg/JH3fJlys0YA/s320/IMG_6554+%5BDesktop+Size+1280x1024%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-531817355074479953?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/531817355074479953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=531817355074479953&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/531817355074479953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/531817355074479953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2008/08/boulton-creek.html' title='Boulton Creek'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/SKNOQvEgX5I/AAAAAAAAALo/FdN_YiI_SbY/s72-c/IMG_6573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-4755553795012272257</id><published>2008-02-13T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:41:08.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts and swaps'/><title type='text'>Amigurumi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A coworker of mine lent me a game she loved called, "Katamari." I didn't really get into it but for some reason kept it around the house for over a year. I even moved it! I felt bad and didn't want to return it without some sort of thank you. So I made her her very own Katamari Prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loved it! I think I have to make one for Hannah though because she loved to hug it and carry it around in the various stages of completion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166520641884955682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R7MrJoBGpCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/T1rYUpGENpg/s320/IMG_5007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good I guess. I'm doing what I always wanted to do right? Sometimes I get a little melancholy. I think it's partially the winter blahs. If we could go outside more I wouldn't get so bored and impatient. It's just so mucky right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-4755553795012272257?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/4755553795012272257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=4755553795012272257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/4755553795012272257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/4755553795012272257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2008/02/amigurumi.html' title='Amigurumi'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R7MrJoBGpCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/T1rYUpGENpg/s72-c/IMG_5007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-2357795687283412893</id><published>2008-01-25T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:52:33.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More baby making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R5p14oKC1nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Tm-STFwuWX0/s1600-h/IMG_4901+%5B980x700%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159565938818995826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R5p14oKC1nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Tm-STFwuWX0/s320/IMG_4901+%5B980x700%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or if you will, making for the baby. Hahahaha I think i'm so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like the look of Baby legs but don't want to fork over the $15 or more per pair. So I decided to make my own. I had a bunch of knee highs that were getting holes in the toe so I cut them apart and made leg/arm warmers for Hannah. I don't remember how I came across it but I used this tutorial &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/babyhopes/237398398/in/set-72157594274454468/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/babyhopes/237398398/in/set-72157594274454468/&lt;/a&gt; They took hardly any time at all and look so cute on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159565930229061218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R5p14IKC1mI/AAAAAAAAAJo/whnqRaiVNWo/s320/IMG_4899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She isn't supposed to look like a jester, she just has been liking wearing hats lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159565943113963138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R5p144KC1oI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CZJqluz0nN4/s320/IMG_4908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah and Daddy playing. I wonder where she gets her silliness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-2357795687283412893?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/2357795687283412893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=2357795687283412893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/2357795687283412893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/2357795687283412893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-baby-making.html' title='More baby making'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R5p14oKC1nI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Tm-STFwuWX0/s72-c/IMG_4901+%5B980x700%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-2970814119618721838</id><published>2008-01-15T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T16:18:03.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited for Spring</title><content type='html'>Every year I expect winter to be over after Christmas is. It makes sense in my mind but the world just doesn't cooperate. So i'm getting ready for spring by making clothes for Hannah and researching what plants to plant and when to prune our poor overgrown trees. It is really nice to live down in the valley again though. There are the beginings of buds on our cherry tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, My sweet little girl has decided she has opinions and attitudes about things. Yesterday was one of the toughest yet. Right from when she woke up pretty much all she said all day was , "don't" with tons of attempts at whacking as well. It didn't matter if I told her not to open the garbage or asked if she wanted a snack. It was all the same. Whack..."don't" or "don't....whack, whack. whack. I talked to my sister (thanks Frass) and she laughed. I knew she would understand. It makes me so happy to be able to talk to people who went, or are going through the same kind of stuff. I appreciate it alot! Both my sister and sister(in law) are awesome, truthful, real parents and if anyone other than the two of them read this blog and know them, ask them questions or just chat with them some time. You'll be amazed at their knowlege and insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155920543154006802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R42CarDVaxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jbMv_7msbAY/s320/IMG_4849.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here is the link to the tutorial I used &lt;a href="http://indietutes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://indietutes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was more interested in me reading her a story than being my model. Oh well, i'll like that attitude in about 15 years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-2970814119618721838?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/2970814119618721838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=2970814119618721838&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/2970814119618721838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/2970814119618721838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2008/01/excited-for-spring.html' title='Excited for Spring'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R42CarDVaxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jbMv_7msbAY/s72-c/IMG_4849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-1239376132542392307</id><published>2007-11-30T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T15:12:29.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts and swaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parental Bias'/><title type='text'>Christmas Crafts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R1CYutXYihI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2ZeIkkoa1Ac/s1600-R/IMG_4520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138775103048813074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R1CYutXYihI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KWAM3LHU0J0/s320/IMG_4520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been getting more excited about Christmas this year. I think it's because last year I was still in a lack of sleep world from just having Hannah. Also i'm pretty excited about seeing my Mom and Dad. Who knows when they're actually getting here but the sooner the better! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138775111638747682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R1CYvNXYiiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/D5TJxebyjJ4/s320/IMG_4537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During Hannah's naps I have also started making some Christmas crafts. Some I can't post pictures of yet as they will be presents for some (lucky) recipient! I think that i'm going to start making a bunch of stuff to sell at a craft sale next year though. I think that should be plenty of time to get a stock pile of stuff! I particularly like the "light" garland but can't decide if it's long enough. It's hard to tell from the picture but it's about six feet long. What do you think? I'm also thinking of making the paper stars into a garland as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138775120228682290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R1CYvtXYijI/AAAAAAAAAJM/b7d_kVpH_Rk/s320/IMG_4497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, okay....and another great picture of our girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-1239376132542392307?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/1239376132542392307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=1239376132542392307&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/1239376132542392307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/1239376132542392307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-crafts.html' title='Christmas Crafts'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R1CYutXYihI/AAAAAAAAAI8/KWAM3LHU0J0/s72-c/IMG_4520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-222950505205301254</id><published>2007-11-05T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:12:59.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Big party at her crib</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Ry_Zs_w5AkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/yOwfEgpeCSE/s1600-h/IMG_4244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129557867652252226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Ry_Zs_w5AkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/yOwfEgpeCSE/s400/IMG_4244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah's first birthday party went well considering she has a cold. She doesn't seem to be ill affected by large numbers of people, must take more after her dad that way. My brain is more fried than usual and I can't seem to think of anything to write right now so i'll just post the pictures. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129559388070675026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Ry_bFfw5AlI/AAAAAAAAAIs/pjrV7oa-DrU/s320/IMG_4253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129559396660609634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Ry_bF_w5AmI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KzDcsxpL_Qg/s320/IMG_4290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Super cute new sweater from Grandma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-222950505205301254?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/222950505205301254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=222950505205301254&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/222950505205301254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/222950505205301254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-party-at-her-crib.html' title='Big party at her crib'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Ry_Zs_w5AkI/AAAAAAAAAIk/yOwfEgpeCSE/s72-c/IMG_4244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-3985353302315112738</id><published>2007-11-01T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:13:32.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake decorating'/><title type='text'>The Grand Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RyqKc_w5AiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mvX75ZtZnMc/s1600-h/cake+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128063356472197666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RyqKc_w5AiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mvX75ZtZnMc/s320/cake+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my cake decorating course is over and it wasn't what I imagined it would be but I guess that's ok. I did pick up a few tips and am pretty excited about making cakes in general. Just not the way we were taught. I'm pretty happy with how my final cake turned out. I didn't want to do it exactly like how she was showing us so I didn't get to practice some of the stuff she taught but that's ok because my sweetpeas looked like lumps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah's &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; (yikes!) birthday is in a few days, and since before she was born I had planned on making a baby block cake for her first party.&lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/article/baby-block-cake?lnc=e9ad3358f23ee010VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;rsc=collage_kids_more-kids-parties_p8"&gt;http://www.marthastewart.com/article/baby-block-cake?lnc=e9ad3358f23ee010VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;rsc=collage_kids_more-kids-parties_p8&lt;/a&gt; But now that i've worked with icing I don't want to fumble around with crumbs. And there will probably be lots because i'm making carrot cake. Also I now realize that buttercream icing is &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; sweet and probably wouldn't go with carrot cake very well. What's the point of having cake if it doesn't taste good? So I have come up with a new idea....but i'm not gonna tell until I make it and post a picture. That will keep everyone on the edge of their seats i'm sure! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128063386536968754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RyqKevw5AjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mtCV4FOYmSQ/s320/IMG_4228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-3985353302315112738?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/3985353302315112738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=3985353302315112738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/3985353302315112738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/3985353302315112738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/11/grand-finale.html' title='The Grand Finale'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RyqKc_w5AiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/mvX75ZtZnMc/s72-c/cake+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-8246545615507730294</id><published>2007-10-18T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:01:35.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake decorating'/><title type='text'>Deflated balloon</title><content type='html'>Our cake decorating class got cancelled last week so last night was our second class. I was excited to learn some great new techniques but was fairly disappointed. I did pick up a few good tips about how to hold the bag without killing your hand and how to really smooth out your icing. But as far as actually doing any decorating it was a big thumbs down from me. We learned how to work with gel paste and how to make stars but instead of everyone making up 5 different colors of gel for the balloons (which does make sense) we had to each make up a color and share them. So for some reason I was the last to get any of the colors so I had to really work to get anything out of the bags and then smear it around to make it fill the balloon. By the time I was done this everyone else was finishing up doing their star borders. So there I was trying to get my border done when everyone else was cleaning up and packing out. I don't like feeling rushed. I mean, I guess I didn't have to have it finished by the time I left but... oh well. Anyway, When I got home I used up the rest of the icing in my bag and practiced a squiggly border and filled the top with stars. Well, not filled because I ran out of icing. Oh yeah, btw and fyi for those people like me who have never worked with shorteneing, Tenderflake and Crisco are not the same thing. Carolyn was telling me the story of how she &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; used animal fat shortening to make her icing which made me realize that I just did! As if icing isn't bad enough for you already! EEEWWW!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122763388376284018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rxe2KQCLe3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/lIvjb3Dp5cA/s320/IMG_4139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-8246545615507730294?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/8246545615507730294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=8246545615507730294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/8246545615507730294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/8246545615507730294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/10/deflated-baloon.html' title='Deflated balloon'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rxe2KQCLe3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/lIvjb3Dp5cA/s72-c/IMG_4139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-1592999855482981429</id><published>2007-10-05T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:37:22.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I just started a cake decorating course this last Wednesday. I was a little disappointed because we didn't get to do any hands on stuff yet and I had to buy a bunch of extra stuff on top of what the starter kit would have had. Long story short, I'm only gonna take course 1 and learn the rest on my own. Well, I came home from the class itching to do some decorating. I have never really done any before but I figured...how hard can it be? I whipped up some icing and started practicing. Oh man did my hand hurt! So at least I know now before next class that I need to buy one of those hand workout machines! We have to bring an iced cake to decorate for next class and I have never really done that either. So I wanted to practice but I didn't want to do just a boring cake but as I said my hand wasn't up to doing major decorating. So....here is my thanksgiving cake!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118016146633626290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RwbYkabPkrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TPFOovT9-Rk/s320/IMG_4001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118016142338658978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RwbYkKbPkqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/D8UsdprYhIU/s320/IMG_4000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118016133748724370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RwbYjqbPkpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/T7Ubx9fMBBg/s320/IMG_3999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-1592999855482981429?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/1592999855482981429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=1592999855482981429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/1592999855482981429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/1592999855482981429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RwbYkabPkrI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TPFOovT9-Rk/s72-c/IMG_4001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-5022538308724038286</id><published>2007-09-03T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T12:49:10.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times, sad times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rtxhd4yPHjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/96f4NY7pVGU/s1600-h/IMG_3657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106063243618491954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rtxhd4yPHjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/96f4NY7pVGU/s320/IMG_3657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, the fun stuff! On saturday we went to Davison Orchards in Vernon. We saw an ad for it in the paper and it looked like so much fun we went the next day. It's a huge orchard and market with tons to see and do. It was lunch time when we got there so we ordered soup sandwiches and pie from the little cafe. Everything was made from stuff grown right at the farm. Even our fresh apple juice! I had some unbelievable tomato soup. Mmmmm..... I want some more. We then poked around the market and were tempted to buy all sorts of home made goodies like candy apples and pies. We did get some raspberry syrup. We then went and picked our own apples. It's so great to know where your food comes from. We also picked up a fresh cantaloupe and watermelon. Tasty! At the very end we went and saw the animals they have. Hannah really likes animals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great trip, and we are planning on going again before the end of the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106063235028557346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RtxhdYyPHiI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lsR0Cqkm_D0/s320/IMG_3670.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Now for the sad news. Ok, so it wont be sad for anyone other than Cory and I. As some of you may know, Hannah has slept in a baby hammock called an Amby since birth. She has loved it and whether it was from the hammock or her personality she has slept through the night since 4 weeks old. Well, the spring for it is good until 40 lbs but the weight isn't the issue, she's too long for it now! So as of yesterday she has started sleeping in a crib. She has taken to it fine other than getting her leg caught inbetween the rungs a few times! I was expecting her to put up a fuss over the new sleeping arrangement but our ever adapting girl is just fine. So today i'm washing the Amby and packing it away. Our girl is growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are pictures of the first time in the Amby and the last.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106066018167365202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rtxj_YyPHlI/AAAAAAAAAHk/0MHaiNo0nfQ/s320/IMG_1243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106066005282463298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rtxj-oyPHkI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Q0uGISWRnsE/s320/IMG_3650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106066022462332514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rtxj_oyPHmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/np150eOdLJ8/s320/IMG_3717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-5022538308724038286?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/5022538308724038286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=5022538308724038286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/5022538308724038286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/5022538308724038286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/09/fun-times-sad-times.html' title='Fun times, sad times'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rtxhd4yPHjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/96f4NY7pVGU/s72-c/IMG_3657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-4460943898635565719</id><published>2007-06-11T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:53:54.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello! It's hard to believe how long it's been since I wrote on here. It's not that i've been overly busy or have nothing to write about, I just didn't seem to have the inkling to do it. Well, let me give a list of what's been happeneing in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. We moved out of our house at the end of May. The week before we moved was busy with me packing. It was hard to leave a place that we like not knowing where we would end up especially since the weather was so great that we ate outside every night on the quiet deck enjoying our yard. It was also sad when I came back to clean the empty house and realized that everything I touched we had done something to it to improve it or make it our own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074874006040538290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rm2TBUno7LI/AAAAAAAAAGk/x9k5ilEMefE/s320/IMG_3147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Mom and Dad have graciously opened their home to us for as long as we need. We have now been here for just over two weeks and it is going really well. I don't think that there are many people who could say that living with their parents is very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. We went and saw a house, liked it, put in an offer and it was accepted. The deal is now closed and we get possession at the end of this month! WOW! Way sooner than we expected. The only thing is that there are tenants in the top and bottom of the house and we have to give them two months notice to leave so we may not actually get in to the house until August 1. Hopefully they will leave sooner. The house is nothing spectacular but it has lots of potential for us to make it our own AND it has a big backyard which I love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. We got Cory a new bicycle and Hannah a Croozer trailer and I got Cory's old bike. That was one of the main reasons we wanted to move to the flat so that I could be more active. Cory always has been but i'm a bump on a log. And so far it's worked! We have ridden to church (which is about 5km away) a few times and went on a few walks too. It's amazing how far you can go when there isn't an extreme uphill trek on the way home. I even rode by myself on my own initiative!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074876144934251730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rm2U90no7NI/AAAAAAAAAG0/b9ECKaMgZPA/s320/croozer.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074990030287072498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rm38i0no7PI/AAAAAAAAAHE/SuODFc3w5Ec/s320/mf6030_07_nirvana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. This last weekend we went and picked up our scooter. We have talked about getting one for a while and now we were able to get it. It's great on fuel and provindes us with a cheap second vehicle. I rode it for the first time yesterday and it was fun. I have to get my bike licence before I can ride it legally though because it's a 150cc scooter. I wanted something with more power because I hate seeing those people on the little scooters holding up traffic. This one really goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074876144934251714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rm2U90no7MI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XDDJI9DhPDw/s320/fly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Hannah is getting so smart. We are so blessed to have such an easy happy girl. Everyday she is saying a new consanant sound and figuring out how things work. Well, everything except for moving around. She still just sits and plays in relatively the same spot. Which really is ok with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074879421994298594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rm2X8kno7OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zVbkmD-sdrQ/s320/Hannahinthegrass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is the catch up of my life. Hopefully it won't be so long til I write again. Oh yeah, our camera is getting fixed so the pictures are mostly what I found online.&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/5720981945030117133-4460943898635565719?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/4460943898635565719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=4460943898635565719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/4460943898635565719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/4460943898635565719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/06/whoa.html' title='Whoa.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rm2TBUno7LI/AAAAAAAAAGk/x9k5ilEMefE/s72-c/IMG_3147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-7545396932735142166</id><published>2007-05-18T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T10:15:45.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For real this time</title><content type='html'>Our house is sold! The subject removal date was yesterday and everything is great.  I didn't want to pack anything else until I knew it was a for sure thing this time so now I gotta get my butt in gear! We're moving next Saturday so that gives me just over a week. That's ok though because you may recall we've been living with a half packed house for a while now. The only thing left really is the everyday type of kitchen stuff and all the furniture. Things should go pretty quick on Saturday. Anyone up for some heavy lifting?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-7545396932735142166?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/7545396932735142166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=7545396932735142166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/7545396932735142166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/7545396932735142166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-real-this-time.html' title='For real this time'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-8251927604538519405</id><published>2007-05-15T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T13:18:51.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Random Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RkoVleUryCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xL6GX9-kRFc/s1600-h/IMG_2855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064884464470706210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RkoVleUryCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xL6GX9-kRFc/s320/IMG_2855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, the Rules: People who are tagged start by thinking about 7 random facts/habits about themselves. Each player then must write about those seven things on their blog, as well as include these rules. Players then need to choose 7 people to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave each person a comment telling them they’ve been tagged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I love to garden but hate bugs so must always wear gloves when i'm near the plants and dirt. There are some pretty weird bugs that live in Aberdeen that I didn't grow up with in the valley. Shudder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I'm slowly turning into a health nut. It's weird because when I first moved away from home I would buy things like sugar frosted cereals pop galore and chocolate dipped cookies. (And eat them for supper if I wanted) But now I really like to make healthy choices. I buy cereals without sugar added, incorporate way more veggi's in my cooking and actually crave water if I haven't had enough. Cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I have always wanted to be a wife and mother so people always assume that I must love kids But over the last few years I have realized that isn't totally true. The way that a lot of parents are raising their children today I really can't stand to be around most kids. I thank God for my awesome nieces and nephew. Not that I expect perfection (where's the fun in that), but disrespect and kids ignoring their parents continually bugs me. Ok, so it's not really the kids fault but anyway...on to the next one that maybe won't get me shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I have one eye that is closed more than the other. So does my Mom and so does Hannah. Mine is my right one. I never really thought anything of it until I was in esthetics school and we were learning makeup and the teacher said, "You'll get surgery to correct that by the time you're 30." Ahhhh... I am so glad that isn't true and that I don't care what she thinks. This was also the teacher who said to never let your husband watch your child be born because they would never want to have sex with you again. Her husband left her supposedly for that reason. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I am a craftaholic. If I don't have something to work on that is crafty I will tear the house apart trying to find supplies to make something. I haven't gotten to the point of having to do a macaroni picture yet but i'm sure that day will come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. My two top favorite genre's of music are hard rock &lt;a href="http://www.kutless.com/"&gt;http://www.kutless.com/&lt;/a&gt; and blue grass &lt;a href="http://www.thecrabbfamily.com/"&gt;http://www.thecrabbfamily.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I am a messy disorganized person who can't stand to live in a messy disorganized house. I have fights with myself about this a lot, or worse, start to get mad at Cory for leaving stuff around when I have left out just as much. Must work on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's it I guess, Now i'll tag 7 people. Sara F, Joni B, Laura N, Jessica E, Carolyn M, Jill I, and Molly P.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064884481650575410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RkoVmeUryDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/HsinWs8wgiw/s320/IMG_2843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-8251927604538519405?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/8251927604538519405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=8251927604538519405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/8251927604538519405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/8251927604538519405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/05/7-random-things.html' title='7 Random Things'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RkoVleUryCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/xL6GX9-kRFc/s72-c/IMG_2855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-4899884066471538823</id><published>2007-04-30T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:08:52.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Bad then good, then better, then worse, then ok</title><content type='html'>So since that guy backed out of buying our haouse after we had packed a lot of it up we decided to list with our realtor friend. So he came over and assesed that according to what the other trailers in our park have been selling for that he was gonna list it for 184,900. Yikes! I remember when I put out our homemade sign that I was embarrassed to put 174,900 on it. The market is definately crazy. So that is cool that we will potentially get more for it but then we had to get our house in tip top shape again. So we spent yesterday moving the boxes to Cory's parents house and cleaning up. We had also planned on putting outdoor carpeting on the deck but no place had it in until yesterday. So we thought that it had better be done. But first we had to replace a piece of rotten trim that was right beside the deck. Easy peasy. Ooops, did we forget that EVERY single upgrade we have done to this house has been way bigger and more expensive and time consuming than we thought? Yes, we must have. When Cory tried to attach the new board he realized that the wood behind the siding is rotted too. We have no idea how bad it is or how much is rotted but no matter what it doesn't look good. So we phoned our realtor and told him to postpone listing our place until it's fixed. We have another friend who used to do siding coming over to assess it but we're thinking we will probably have to re side the whole thing and replace the wood that the siding goes into. Oh well, good thing the price we will eventually get will make up for the money we have to spend. It will look nice with new siding too....to bad we wont really live in it when it's done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note I have become a member of an online community called facebook. And I have caught up with so many friends that i've lost track of over the years including my best friend Molly from elementary school! It's neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-4899884066471538823?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/4899884066471538823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=4899884066471538823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/4899884066471538823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/4899884066471538823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/04/bad-then-good-then-better-then-worse.html' title='Bad then good, then better, then worse, then ok'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-8435246820245692814</id><published>2007-04-21T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T11:23:53.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parental Bias'/><title type='text'>Thumbs down to that guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What a roller coaster ride. Our house isn't sold. At the last minute (litterally the last minute) the buyers financing fell through. So all the packing i've been doing is for nothing. There is no way i'm unpacking boxes until we move to a new home so we will just have to live on bare necessities. But it makes showing the house more difficult.I know people aren't buying our stuff but it's harder to see the house past all the boxes. Oh well. One nice thing is that about ten minutes after hearing about this we had more people knock on the door wanting to look at it. Again very messy but oh well. Also the housing market is so crazy that even trying to go look at a place is hard. You see something interesting, try setting up an appointment and whamo it's already sold. Crazy. So because we're already mostly packed if something doesn't happen fast we'll probably get our realtor friend to sell it. He thought we should have been listing it higher anyway. So because I like to share pictures, here are some of our half packed house, Hannah and a bit of a picture i painted for Cory's mom. (It's Cory and his brother when they were young)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055947851298389010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RipVyH-KPBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EVj-p1vgx3w/s320/IMG_2703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055947859888323618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RipVyn-KPCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/BhwdGCylTsI/s320/IMG_2704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055948693111979058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RipWjH-KPDI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mcPwLAHA7Fo/s320/IMG_2694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055948701701913666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RipWjn-KPEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/CGjsZFJXLXM/s320/IMG_2690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-8435246820245692814?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/8435246820245692814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=8435246820245692814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/8435246820245692814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/8435246820245692814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/04/thumbs-down-to-that-guy.html' title='Thumbs down to that guy'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RipVyH-KPBI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EVj-p1vgx3w/s72-c/IMG_2703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-5971112138314475794</id><published>2007-04-12T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T18:57:40.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts and swaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>My new things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I eluded to a few new things that i'm doing in my last post so I had better tell what they are. I suppose one isn't entirely new to me but I haven't done it in a while. I guess i'll start with that one. I went to my brother and sister(inlaws) house and made a ukrainian easter egg. It is a really fun process where you use bees wax over different colors of dye to get the desired effect. I have done them in previous years but this one is the first I actually like ( isn't that right Krina! Hee hee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052600834406714514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rh5xsGanjJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JAZcnBOJVZo/s320/IMG_2605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I've also started to make ATC's (art trading cards) It is a really neat concept where people all over the world create art in their medium in the form of a trading card and then trade them with other people. I'm just sending out my first four and will be getting mine in the mail by the end of the month. One of the people i'm trading with likes Mexican art so I tried my hand at some. Hopefully she'll like them!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052725165119999154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rh7ixGanjLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JOQt21IbNQ4/s320/IMG_2617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The last thing i'm doing is another type of swap where I had to write about a day in my life. Just an ordinary day and what I did and then I have to send it to three people and three others send theirs to me. my sound lame to some but i'm excited. So here is what I wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 Hours in the Life of Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning started out the same way as every other weekday morning. With me hastily turning off the annoying alarm clock that signifies that my poor husband has to get out of the warm bed and get ready for work. At least, that is what he says happens. Everyday I turn off the alarm but don’t remember doing so. It’s weird, I can wake up to my daughter making the tiniest squeak in her room but not remember turning off an alarm.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the haze lifts and I get up and put on C’s housecoat (he lets me use it on weekdays) and join him for breakfast. I never used to like breakfast but ever since I was pregnant I’ve got into the habit. This morning I ate a new kind of cereal called, "GoLean Crunch." It has seven whole grains with no sugar added but tastes great. We are trying to make healthier food choices and finding a lot of great recipes etc.&lt;br /&gt;Our kitchen has three nice big windows and the morning sun was gorgeous. It looks like winter is finally over. Our winters are fairly mild but cloudy so when spring comes with it’s sunshine I just feel healthier.&lt;br /&gt;I faintly heard our five month old daughter’s morning wake-up sounds in between the loud cereal crunch in my head and C and I raced to go see her first. This may sound odd but we had to wait to have a child for almost five years and are blessed with a girl whose temperament is as bright and happy as the afore mentioned sunshine. She greeted us (her dad first, as he beat me down the hall) with her beautiful smile. After a quick diaper change we settled on to the couch for her breakfast and to listen to C read from his bible. Then I watched as they played together the same game that happens almost every morning. Dad bouncing and singing to make her laugh and her ending up laughing and puking on him from the jostling after an all liquid diet. Then it’s off to work for him and back to bed for us.&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a big sleeper and so far I have been lucky to still be able to get enough even with a new baby.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a little different because we are in the process of selling our house and have to meet with a lawyer this morning. So I phoned my mom at nine and asked her if she could watch H while we met with the lawyer. Thankfully she was able to on such short notice and so we got ready and drove over to Grandma’s house in our "boxy but good" Volvo. We had a cute two door sports car until we had H but obviously had to get a more family car and Volvo’s are safe. (Ugly in my opinion, but safe) So we got to visit with grandma for about half an hour before I had to go get C from work and get to our meeting. Can I mention again how beautiful of a day it was? Maybe I had cabin fever and didn’t realize it. Walking down the street I got one of my favorite spring feelings of being a little chilly but the sun warming my bare arms.&lt;br /&gt;We got to meet with the lawyer almost right away and he went over the contract, made a few changes and gave us some advice on what to do next. Pretty straight forward but pretty expensive! Oh well, if you need someone to do a job then I guess they can dictate the price.&lt;br /&gt;We then went and picked up H who was just waking up from a nap and headed home with a quick stop at Mc Donalds for me. C didn’t even make fun of me this time (he hates the food there) but just gave in to my craving. So much for healthy food choices!&lt;br /&gt;I then spent the rest of the afternoon checking email, looking for new swaps on swapbot, reading friend’s blogs and writing up notes for this letter.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I love spring is how much lighter it is in the evening. So when C got home from work it was light enough and warm enough to eat outside.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was easy as I have started to plan ahead for meals when I go grocery shopping. I find it a lot easier than looking through a cookbook hoping I have all the necessary ingredients. Tonight was oven fried chicken strips and spicy yam fries. Yum!!&lt;br /&gt;This is the one night a week when C and I go our separate ways for our extra curricular activities. He has choir and I have dance. Every week C’s mom comes and babysits H even though she is sleeping when she gets here. So generous of her.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up one of my friends who takes dance with me and headed down town to the studio. The class is great as it’s all my friends and is taught by my sister-in-law. It’s a mixture of jazz and hip hop and I take it mostly for the exercise. Meaning, I don’t really seem to be a natural dancer! This was obvious the night that I tore a tendon in my ankle showing C my moves! Oh well, it’s fun. Tonight I started dance with a headache but all the stretching and laughing helped to make it go away. We’re finally coming together in some of our routines so it looks pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Once C and I got home we were going to play a game of "Settler’s of Catan" before bed but both of us realized how tired we were. We used to be night owls but lately nine thirty is getting late for us. So off to bed with maybe a little reading to unwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing this swap has really made me realize that there really is interesting things that happen throughout an ordinary day and I can’t wait to receive the ones from others in the mail! Yay for snail mail! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh, and what's a post without a new picture of Hannah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052602436429515938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rh5zJWanjKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ihM2Wudj-NM/s320/IMG_2573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-5971112138314475794?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/5971112138314475794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=5971112138314475794&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/5971112138314475794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/5971112138314475794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-new-things.html' title='My new things'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rh5xsGanjJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JAZcnBOJVZo/s72-c/IMG_2605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-6659871929703925960</id><published>2007-04-08T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T08:40:19.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parental Bias'/><title type='text'>So cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RhkMsbfYOGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M9eAONWu8Ug/s1600-h/IMG_2520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051082414505867362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RhkMsbfYOGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M9eAONWu8Ug/s320/IMG_2520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say. We love our girl. Everyday she seems to have learned something different. Thankfully she is pretty much out of the high pitched scream at the top of my lungs for fun stage. But everything else id really fun to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks as though we have sold our house. We have a meeting with the lawyer on Wednesday to go over the paperwork before we sign and there are a few subjects to be removed but overall it has been a pretty easy process. If all goes as planned we will be out of here by May 1st. I know that seems quick but in my opinion, the quicker the better. As soon as the house isn't really ours anymore then i'm sure little things will start needing repair....or heaven forbid something major happen. Not that I think anything will or want anything to go wrong for the guy that buys it, I just want to avoid the situation as much as possible. Anyway, i've started doing a few cool new things but i'll have to leave you all in suspense (all three of you) i've got to get ready for the Easter service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-6659871929703925960?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/6659871929703925960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=6659871929703925960&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/6659871929703925960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/6659871929703925960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-cute.html' title='So cute'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RhkMsbfYOGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/M9eAONWu8Ug/s72-c/IMG_2520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-7412466145151113463</id><published>2007-03-26T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:50:45.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Busy, busy, dreadfully busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are busy. There are so many things we are fixing and such around the house that we joke that it will probably be a year before we sit at home in the evening and say, "What should we do tonight?" I actually enjoy being handy, but I don't like to do it with a time restraint. Yesterday we had someone else come and look at the house. So we had to take a break from rebuilding the front entrance to get the house back to showing quality. It got a little messy because when we're working hard outside, we just shower and eat without much cleaning up. Not to mention all the tools hanging around in places that aren't a shop. ie: buffet, washing machine, master bedroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, while we were cleaning the house, it started to SNOW! I don't know if the earth realizes this but it's the end of march. So, we couldn't put on the second coat of paint. So we got a forced break. We watched some of season two of our new favorite show "Corner Gas" It is so funny I actually laugh out loud. Most funny shows only make me smile. And I finished making our lawn chair. We wanted to have two but we can't find the materials to do so. Trying to find macrame cord is next to impossible. There is a place in the states that has some but shipping is almost $30 so to make two chairs would cost about $60. Oh, by the way. the reason we are making them is because the new sling type lawn chairs hurt Cory's back. But, you can't buy the old stlye ones anymore and the only ones we have found needed to be restrung. Then my mom found some Nylotex nylon yarn that worked great but there was only enough for one chair and when I went online to find some more I found out that it is no longer made and the stuff you can get on ebay has the same shipping price as the macrame cord. So it seems that the new craft I like is out of date. The worst part is that I know that there is probably a ton of both Nylotex and macrame cord in peoples basements right here in town. Maybe I should put an ad in the buy and sell. Anyways, here are some pictures of our efforts.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046442410881151170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RgiQorAJcMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HSe_fTPFDk8/s320/IMG_2420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046443132435656914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RgiRSrAJcNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fAUKduPebY8/s320/IMG_2421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046462017406857442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rgiid7AJcOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wEQd3Oj4qHM/s320/IMG_2419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-7412466145151113463?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/7412466145151113463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=7412466145151113463&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/7412466145151113463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/7412466145151113463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/03/busy-busy-dreadfully-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, dreadfully busy...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RgiQorAJcMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HSe_fTPFDk8/s72-c/IMG_2420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-6872111497254890624</id><published>2007-03-22T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:28:26.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Look at me, I'm learnin' stuff!</title><content type='html'>So our house is officially for sale now. We've had a few calls and one walkthrough and another one this weekend. It's not that I mind having people come and look at our place butI hate having to make it look immaculate every time. And in order to be able to show it on short notice I need to keep it looking fairly tidy all the time. I never realized how much stuff I leave around on a regular basis. Oh well, maybe it will teach me to be tidier for ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible study we're doing is really great. It's called, "The discipline of Grace" i'm learniing just how much God loves me. Which I know sounds cliche but is hugely misunderstood in christians lives. I don't think that many people really know how much of a gift salvation really is. That we can't earn it and that we don't deserve it. Anyway, I could go on for a long time about it but I will post my favorite exerpt at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we are acutely conscious of our sin and think that God's wrath must somehow be hanging over us, we need to remember that God devised a way whereby His wrath against sin might be fully executed apart from our experiencing the force of that wrath."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it is so cool that &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt; himself devised a way for us to come to Him. I often thought about Christ being the mediator (which he is) and that he pleaded on our behalf. But never remembered that the father himself wants a relationship with us as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-6872111497254890624?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/6872111497254890624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=6872111497254890624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/6872111497254890624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/6872111497254890624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/03/look-at-me-im-learnin-stuff.html' title='Look at me, I&apos;m learnin&apos; stuff!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-7567401695252267960</id><published>2007-03-08T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T09:42:43.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me as a Meez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been a long time since i've posted because I just can't think of anything interesting to write about. We went to Sun Peaks with some friends last weekend and had a lot of relaxing type fun. Then came home and promptly got sick. Hannah and I are still getting over it. It's so sad to see a baby sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this neat animation site that lets you create a character. I tried to make mine look kinda like me. You can change anything on them at any time, so for those of you who check to see if i've posted anything new and never see anything then maybe i'll at least have changed my clothes or what i'm doing. :) &lt;a href="http://www.meez.com"&gt;www.meez.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039610234239141570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RfBKzpo_RsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QKj79DmdRTs/s320/IMG_2323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Us playing a game called Hedbanz. Quite challenging despite the outrageous look of it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-7567401695252267960?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/7567401695252267960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=7567401695252267960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/7567401695252267960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/7567401695252267960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/03/me-as-meez.html' title='Me as a Meez'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RfBKzpo_RsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QKj79DmdRTs/s72-c/IMG_2323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-306594513285958063</id><published>2007-02-23T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T13:31:54.368-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random musings'/><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rd9dP2RjyhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PePXE_tsNE4/s1600-h/IMG_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034845435272088082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rd9dP2RjyhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PePXE_tsNE4/s320/IMG_2277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-If a cat always lands on its feet, and buttered bread always lands buttered side down. What would happen if you tied a piece of buttered bread to the back of a cat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Shouldn't there be a shorter word for monosyllabic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-If quizzes are quizical then what are tests? Testicular?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Why is it said that an alarm clock "goes off" when it begins ringing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-If you tried to fail. And succeeded, then which have you done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Why is cargo shipped and a shipment made by car?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. Just a few random musings. Now i'm off to do something &lt;em&gt;much &lt;/em&gt;more exciting. Giving the dog a much needed hair cut. Oh joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-306594513285958063?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/306594513285958063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=306594513285958063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/306594513285958063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/306594513285958063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/02/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rd9dP2RjyhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PePXE_tsNE4/s72-c/IMG_2277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-5379160640570068292</id><published>2007-02-20T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T14:22:44.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>We have toyed with the idea of moving for quite some time but it never really stuck. But now it's official. We are getting our house ready to sell. Which means doing all the things we meant to do &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; ago like putting up base boards, painting doors fixing our front entrance stairs... What I have noticed is that alot of mls pictures show cluttered out of date houses. It makes it difficult to see past it to what it could be if we lived there. So, I have taken some pictures of our house (ok a ton of pictures) and want some outsiders perspectives on how it shows. Keep in mind that this is pre base boards etc. Oh yeah...try to be nice with any critisism. :) They're on the right in Flickr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-5379160640570068292?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/5379160640570068292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=5379160640570068292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/5379160640570068292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/5379160640570068292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/02/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-3036423089069344809</id><published>2007-02-08T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T14:41:52.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little doll'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I tried the little outfit on Hannah after she woke up from her nap and I have to say that the picture in the earlier post does NOT do it justice. I showed her what she looked like in the mirror and she couldn't stop smiling. Unfortunately all the smiley pictures are fuzzy. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029330413221744578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RcvFXUImj8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/tUsoDsrVNys/s320/IMG_2161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-3036423089069344809?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/3036423089069344809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=3036423089069344809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/3036423089069344809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/3036423089069344809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-tried-little-outfit-on-hannah-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RcvFXUImj8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/tUsoDsrVNys/s72-c/IMG_2161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-3228404969933015954</id><published>2007-02-08T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T14:36:02.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancin' Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to dance class last night and was able to do more than I thought I would. We started on a routine and it ended up being really fun. Amber said that seeing as we only have two more classes left that if we wanted to do another six weeks that she is available. I am totally up for it but I think that I might ask the other girls if another night might work better so that Cory can have Hannah at home instead of having to get the grandparents to look after her on such a regular basis. Don't want to take their services for granted! It's neat to see some of the dance moves come together. And to see all of us doing it together. Not that I'm that great still but there is no tears in my eyes anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Hannah just got this super cute outfit from a lady at church. It will be perfect for Easter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029295748540698530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rcul1kImj6I/AAAAAAAAACg/v3ORmROBqGc/s320/IMG_2154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029294649029070738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 12px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 5px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rcuk1kImj5I/AAAAAAAAACY/2cU-2G6b59U/s200/IMG_2154.JPG" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-3228404969933015954?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/3228404969933015954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=3228404969933015954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/3228404969933015954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/3228404969933015954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/02/dancin-queen.html' title='Dancin&apos; Queen'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rcul1kImj6I/AAAAAAAAACg/v3ORmROBqGc/s72-c/IMG_2154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-2804049069164491813</id><published>2007-02-06T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:53:20.400-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drab blog'/><title type='text'>Yes sir, I like it</title><content type='html'>Recently there are a few things I just can't get enough of. And because I can't think of anything else to post I will tell you what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chicken Ceasar Salad, but with the addition of huge chunks of avacado, mmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028541613323845634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rcj39HhwAAI/AAAAAAAAABk/vvlJm-Db-yA/s200/chicken_caesar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mia Chai mix from Zack's, I love the stuff they sell by the cup and this is just as good but WAY cheaper and I don't have to leave home to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028541604733911026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rcj38nhv__I/AAAAAAAAABc/BBNIjcJ6RD0/s200/chai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Burt's Bees peppermint lip balm, it has such a refreshing tingle that makes my lips feel so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028541613323845666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rcj39HhwACI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nNzzyOTKk5E/s200/lip+balm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Penny Novels. Especially mysteries. Such an easy read and I can put it down when I need to "tend" to Hannah without too much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028541617618812978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rcj39XhwADI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EGWRtgSYnEc/s200/vendetta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tuscan Farm's lavender Body Polish. It makes your skin feel amazing. I didn't think I liked lavender but Tuscan Farm's stuff is great. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028541613323845650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rcj39HhwABI/AAAAAAAAABs/eCA520ek3HU/s200/lavender%2520body%2520polish_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-2804049069164491813?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/2804049069164491813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=2804049069164491813&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/2804049069164491813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/2804049069164491813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/02/yes-sir-i-like-it.html' title='Yes sir, I like it'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/Rcj39HhwAAI/AAAAAAAAABk/vvlJm-Db-yA/s72-c/chicken_caesar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-7546251236966286041</id><published>2007-02-03T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T15:33:52.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>I am... (as well)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RcUZWnhv_-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/d5TkMMmg7NQ/s1600-h/IMG_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027452435387383778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RcUZWnhv_-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/d5TkMMmg7NQ/s320/IMG_1104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the dark haired baby born in the wheat sea that is Saskatchewan, to parents who love God and each other more than their children. I am the child who has always found comfort in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the baby who rarely cried and fit well into the fourth child slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the child who played Locomotion, Life and cribbage by herself when no one else was around to play. Who loved her stuffed animals to the point of humanizing them. Who stored up every belonging as a treasure, not to be played with but to look at and arrange. Who dreamed of nothing else but to be a wife and mother and never thought she would have so much trouble accomplishing the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the teenager who was a late bloomer who wore outrageous polyester dress shirts from Value Village and loved to portray her personality through weird outfits and hated lying to her paernts all the time. I am the teenager who finally got "found out" when she returned from a weekend motor bike roadtrip with a guy they didn't know but eventually loved as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the woman who married the motor bike man (who happens to be the only man I'll ever love) while wearing a polyester wedding dress. I am the woman whose greatest loves are God, her husband, daughter and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the mother who loves that I finally "recieved favour from the Lord" And would go crazy if she wasn't in my life. Whose moments of perfect bliss come when all my greatest loves get together. (There are so many of us now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the esthetician/mother who loves to make people feel good about themselves and doesn't like it when they don't realize their own beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the woman who listens a lot, laughs a ton and sings incesently. I am the person who wants to help those who are hurting and then doesn't for fear of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the woman who still loves stuffed animals and board games but I no longer have to play them alone. Who still longs to learn to let go when she paints and draws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the person who dreams of growing old with my love, of Christmas' with grandchildren and is grateful for the proximity of loved ones. I am the person who hopes that her daughter's life will be filled with as much joy, love and laughter as her own has been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This posting idea is from Mary at &lt;a href="http://owlhaven.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://owlhaven.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; it is a contest that gives you a template to work with. It's pretty interesting. My sister-in-law did one as well &lt;a href="http://queenheroical.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html"&gt;http://queenheroical.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-7546251236966286041?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/7546251236966286041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=7546251236966286041&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/7546251236966286041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/7546251236966286041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-as-well.html' title='I am... (as well)'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RcUZWnhv_-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/d5TkMMmg7NQ/s72-c/IMG_1104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-5922932135781652904</id><published>2007-01-30T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T17:19:00.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drab blog'/><title type='text'>Stuff 'n' such</title><content type='html'>My ankle is way better than I first thought it would be. Must be better than the Dr. thought too because he said I would be on crutches for another five days and I'm already not using them. They hurt my poor soft esthetician hands. :(  So maybe I'll only have to miss one dance class! It still kinda freaks me out to think of doing some moves but look how far I am already!&lt;br /&gt; Onto another topic, has anyone else realized what a sweet gig my life is right now? I keep thinking some sort of "life" police are going to bang down the door and send me off to work at a milk jug making factory or something. I thank God for my great husband. Speaking of husband, he left my bible out for me to see. Hmmm...better go read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-5922932135781652904?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/5922932135781652904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=5922932135781652904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/5922932135781652904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/5922932135781652904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/01/stuff-n-such.html' title='Stuff &apos;n&apos; such'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-2785590331889520528</id><published>2007-01-25T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T20:59:55.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing'/><title type='text'>Graceful as a Gazzel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went to dance class again last night. It went way better. I still messed up but not nearly as many times as I got it right. What a relief. Kind of. I actually wont be going to any more classes because.....I tore a ligament in my ankle showing Cory my &lt;em&gt;moves&lt;/em&gt; when I got home. How embarassing. It was perfect, I got the sequence right until the leap at the end, and whammo, I landed with all my weight on a twisted ankle. My ankle doesn't even look like there is anything wrong with it but that is how it always is with me. So, I'm on crutches for the next ten days. Not fun. My mom was kind enough to come over today (and will be coming again tomorrow) because I can't lift Hannah out of bed or carry her around. Then it's the weekend so Cory will be home. Hopefully it will be a little better by Monday.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024199311193276370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RbmKp3hv_9I/AAAAAAAAABE/IXInlEGCTko/s320/IMG_2090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-2785590331889520528?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/2785590331889520528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=2785590331889520528&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/2785590331889520528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/2785590331889520528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/01/graceful-as-gazzel.html' title='Graceful as a Gazzel'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RbmKp3hv_9I/AAAAAAAAABE/IXInlEGCTko/s72-c/IMG_2090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-2307139848379045290</id><published>2007-01-22T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T20:01:02.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parental Bias'/><title type='text'>Info please</title><content type='html'>I know there are more options one blogger that I'm not utilizing. I have seen lists of books that people have, but not just their names but images. If anyone can enlighten me that would be great because I've exhausted my minimal knowledge.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023053946494648226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RbV483hv_6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/OxpBR5DNIVg/s320/IMG_2072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it when there's nothing on t.v.?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023053955084582834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RbV49Xhv_7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/_Sg0T6rq3K8/s320/IMG_2079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023053963674517442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RbV493hv_8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/5JdyLn0-9bo/s320/IMG_2084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-2307139848379045290?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/2307139848379045290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=2307139848379045290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/2307139848379045290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/2307139848379045290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-know-there-are-more-options-one.html' title='Info please'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RbV483hv_6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/OxpBR5DNIVg/s72-c/IMG_2072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-1051338712755618839</id><published>2007-01-21T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:05:53.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parental Bias'/><title type='text'>Biased</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RbQ3r3hv_4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-3zJaFSraCw/s1600-h/IMG_2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022700711204355970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RbQ3r3hv_4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-3zJaFSraCw/s320/IMG_2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; So, I really don't have anything important to say. I just wanted to show another picture of Hannah because she's the cutest in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-1051338712755618839?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/1051338712755618839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=1051338712755618839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/1051338712755618839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/1051338712755618839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/01/biased.html' title='Biased'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/RbQ3r3hv_4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-3zJaFSraCw/s72-c/IMG_2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5720981945030117133.post-3933541941087250608</id><published>2007-01-18T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T13:45:47.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dancing'/><title type='text'>White girl can't dance</title><content type='html'>So I attended my first dance class last night. Let me tell you that I am truly disappointed in myself. This is something that I have wanted to do for a really long time. I figured that it would be a fun way to get me moving. Ai yai ai, you should have seen me. You would have laughed, I did. Thank God that it was pretty much just my friends that were in the class with me or else I might have quit right then and there. I know that it's my perfectionist coming out in me but it was truly a sad sight. I am deffinately not writing it off and I will attend all the other classes because even though I can't dance at least it got my heart rate going. And hey atleast everyone else will feel better because they wont be the worst in the class! To top it off, I can't even remember what the dance steps were to practice before next class. Oh well, my knee is killing me anyway.&lt;br /&gt; p.s. I'll keep updating my performance...who knows, maybe i'll get really good and put on a routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5720981945030117133-3933541941087250608?l=stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/feeds/3933541941087250608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5720981945030117133&amp;postID=3933541941087250608&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/3933541941087250608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5720981945030117133/posts/default/3933541941087250608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stilltroubleshooting.blogspot.com/2007/01/white-girl-cant-dance.html' title='White girl can&apos;t dance'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04038031668359074891</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Gw2-1poLND8/R4195LDVawI/AAAAAAAAAJY/tjh6Pq3jvcI/S220/f+IMG_8486+e+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
