<?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-3197315186518077060</id><updated>2011-05-23T19:27:49.631-02:30</updated><category term='paper'/><category term='cat in the hat'/><category term='ancestors'/><category term='challenge'/><category term='kelsey'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='tulips tweed'/><category term='theme'/><category term='renovations'/><category term='everyday'/><category term='tribute'/><category term='memorial'/><category term='party'/><category term='freebie'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='twins'/><category term='today'/><category term='decorating'/><category term='cemetery'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='boot harbour'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='family'/><category term='history'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='house'/><category term='booking'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='kit'/><category term='cake'/><category term='love'/><category term='newfoundland'/><title type='text'>Images on Scraps of Paper</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-7478665336108745736</id><published>2011-05-23T18:48:00.010-02:30</published><updated>2011-05-23T19:27:49.648-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat in the hat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>The Twins Turn FIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wYFwzMQ44A/TdrVJugZjZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sxi5LiEv5JI/s320/197146_1898000244028_1062299484_2244703_135968_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610030648922836370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; "&gt;our cat in the hat party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the twins turn 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtUJiF2kLSY/TdrXQhC6SQI/AAAAAAAAATI/mh6EjrzudsM/s1600/IMG_3739.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0WhBpC-xbY/TdrUdyOoLrI/AAAAAAAAARw/Ah18i9arQag/s320/IMG_3717.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610029894007795378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtUJiF2kLSY/TdrXQhC6SQI/AAAAAAAAATI/mh6EjrzudsM/s1600/IMG_3739.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the twins birthday was approaching they could not agree on a common theme. They wanted a cake half cars and half barbie and i said they needed to agree. It is never easy to please both a boy and a girl at one party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-avZLxEAK6oI/TdrUevEs2DI/AAAAAAAAAR4/a8Mcd_JTTS4/s320/IMG_3718.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610029910340720690" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i decided for them. and started planning. when they saw some of the decorations being put together they were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very excited that i had chosen the Cat in the Hat... here is how the party looked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNB27Rso92g/TdrUdW709eI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ak4rK1LHypw/s320/IMG_3713.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610029886681183714" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXB0FSc7cQc/TdrWdtxIzYI/AAAAAAAAASY/kzfdJVyPPpc/s320/197903_1897996443933_1062299484_2244691_2145041_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610032091833617794" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ldduNmH-078/TdrWeMz7zJI/AAAAAAAAASg/ZhTo-rLnQPk/s320/207984_1898005564161_1062299484_2244723_1763779_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610032100166847634" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtUJiF2kLSY/TdrXQhC6SQI/AAAAAAAAATI/mh6EjrzudsM/s1600/IMG_3739.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtUJiF2kLSY/TdrXQhC6SQI/AAAAAAAAATI/mh6EjrzudsM/s320/IMG_3739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610032964591831298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCl6azjy5IM/TdrXQC_zNGI/AAAAAAAAATA/c5CoHX97wG4/s1600/IMG_3716.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hCl6azjy5IM/TdrXQC_zNGI/AAAAAAAAATA/c5CoHX97wG4/s320/IMG_3716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610032956525720674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OtJE167lR8E/TdrWfNXSW2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/uNxueiPJ0c8/s320/IMG_3736.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610032117494995810" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7j06uv7q11M/TdrWerH_vfI/AAAAAAAAASw/FFJjEmmkocM/s1600/100_7516.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7j06uv7q11M/TdrWerH_vfI/AAAAAAAAASw/FFJjEmmkocM/s320/100_7516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610032108304055794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;we had a Cat in the hat cake, i made it myself. we have mini cat in the hat cake pops, rainbow sandwiches, green eggs and green ham wrap sandwiches. as well as sneech star cake pops, layered jello parfaits and one fish two fish theme candy table. as well as dr seuss themed drinks. with a photo op and a fishing game and a craft. the kids had a blast and the party is the talk of preschool :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ntu1GcgsUFk/TdrWeVbgsbI/AAAAAAAAASo/bzBEw1hhRTM/s1600/205779_1898011764316_1062299484_2244733_5963683_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ntu1GcgsUFk/TdrWeVbgsbI/AAAAAAAAASo/bzBEw1hhRTM/s320/205779_1898011764316_1062299484_2244733_5963683_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610032102480327090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqq0OKDcd1g/TdrUfSQ7M6I/AAAAAAAAASA/6ZH1yGe6Plg/s320/IMG_3720.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610029919787234210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4fB5Zb1yib0/TdrUf77sL-I/AAAAAAAAASI/Dsi6QBQHeUE/s320/IMG_3732.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610029930972458978" /&gt;we started with decorate your own party crown. then there was fun games. the kids got to build their own mini pizza with cookie cutter shapes to cut their pepperoni and cheese on top. there was plenty of food, for kids and parents. most of all, the kids at my parties always say it was the best party ever :) one time a two year old told me it was the best party he had been to in his whole life. now that is something to be proud of :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-7478665336108745736?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/7478665336108745736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=7478665336108745736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/7478665336108745736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/7478665336108745736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2011/05/twins-turn-five.html' title='The Twins Turn FIVE'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4wYFwzMQ44A/TdrVJugZjZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sxi5LiEv5JI/s72-c/197146_1898000244028_1062299484_2244703_135968_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-8185041352881724664</id><published>2009-03-31T21:53:00.012-02:30</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:31:21.634-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>OMG.... they are THREE</title><content type='html'>yup. the kids turn three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some snap shots from the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK2SQ9-xTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Wqoe5pgesjg/s1600-h/100_4455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK2SQ9-xTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Wqoe5pgesjg/s320/100_4455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319514534786811186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK2TQEXKvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ON_TNt3HPEM/s1600-h/100_4482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK2TQEXKvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ON_TNt3HPEM/s320/100_4482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319514551725009650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and Ayden trying to get a little lick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK2ULOx6gI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Ojr7YtXPTq0/s1600-h/100_4484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK2ULOx6gI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Ojr7YtXPTq0/s320/100_4484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319514567606397442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK2UVjWpnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/L6XUuGTTce0/s1600-h/100_4498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK2UVjWpnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/L6XUuGTTce0/s320/100_4498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319514570377045618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy yummy cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK2U2BI77I/AAAAAAAAAOY/9hmisaWucJs/s1600-h/100_4500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK2U2BI77I/AAAAAAAAAOY/9hmisaWucJs/s320/100_4500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319514579091910578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blue mustache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK4f5H38pI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jo8ch2sIL34/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK4f5H38pI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jo8ch2sIL34/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319516967927280274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the girlie cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK4f51OfhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/52UQyHhjfLI/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK4f51OfhI/AAAAAAAAAO4/52UQyHhjfLI/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319516968117501458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circle of girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK4fvzzocI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LumB4G9cd5E/s1600-h/100_4454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK4fvzzocI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LumB4G9cd5E/s320/100_4454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319516965427192258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craft time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK6IgUpDUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gWIn4HCUrKs/s1600-h/100_4460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK6IgUpDUI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gWIn4HCUrKs/s320/100_4460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319518765156207938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK6ITMd7hI/AAAAAAAAAPY/IBPcuBeA8hA/s1600-h/100_4462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK6ITMd7hI/AAAAAAAAAPY/IBPcuBeA8hA/s320/100_4462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319518761632263698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foam fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK4fBrjuGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IZsEBidGQak/s1600-h/100_4452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK4fBrjuGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IZsEBidGQak/s320/100_4452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319516953044564066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE PLAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK6IFz5flI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OMytXvazS_o/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 378px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK6IFz5flI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OMytXvazS_o/s320/IMG_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319518758039551570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the princess of the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK8TG666fI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xS0EOAPsFds/s1600-h/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK8TG666fI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xS0EOAPsFds/s320/IMG_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319521146339256818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the prince&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-8185041352881724664?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/8185041352881724664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=8185041352881724664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/8185041352881724664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/8185041352881724664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-they-are-three.html' title='OMG.... they are THREE'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SdK2SQ9-xTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Wqoe5pgesjg/s72-c/100_4455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-6452222292820674478</id><published>2008-12-15T21:35:00.002-03:30</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:38:26.770-03:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SUb_CSAPV2I/AAAAAAAAANE/nMb780PnZks/s1600-h/christmas+card+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280188027796150114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SUb_CSAPV2I/AAAAAAAAANE/nMb780PnZks/s320/christmas+card+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEW.... FINALLY A CHRISTMAS PICTURE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets seee..... it went like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRY TRY TRY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i tried and tried and tried to get the kids to sit together for a holiday pic. Emily clearly stated "I dont want to touch Ayden" and ayden whines and tries to run away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRY TRY AGAIN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;repeated pictures or blurs and ducking head and pouty lips...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BRIBE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;begin feeding reese pieces candys (from our potty treats supply, for when they sit on the potty and do a little pee pee, its kinda working a little) giving them a candy for every smile ... usually one of Emily smiling isnt as hard as Ayden, or just to get them to sit still a while longer... oh no... not long enuf. a pic of emily smiling... and ayden ducking for cover...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ENTERTAIN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with fake fart noises and tickles and pulling out all the stops i still get NO pics of them good enuf for ANYTHING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RETRIEVE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get ayden from the playroom to try again. get ayden from the hall... the living room... behind the couch... umm where did he NOT run off to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GET STRESSED:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and take pics of Emily by herself while Ayden takes a break, she hams it up when it's just her. but only when i flip up the viewing screen so SHE can see herself smile. silly girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GET MORE STRESSED:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take a few terrible shots of Ayden by himself... with Daddy tickling him at at times letting ayden hit him with a toy so that Ayden with laugh.. (Brian wispering to me hurry up it is starting to hurt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GET DESPERATE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stick my toes out and tickle adyen's leg and when he looks at me SNAP a pictre and say ENUF!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IMPORVISE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photoshop a picture of Emily and a picture of Ayden together and create ONE DARN FINE Christmas Card (even if i do have to say so myself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-6452222292820674478?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/6452222292820674478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=6452222292820674478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/6452222292820674478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/6452222292820674478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2008/12/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SUb_CSAPV2I/AAAAAAAAANE/nMb780PnZks/s72-c/christmas+card+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-1765163861492154675</id><published>2008-06-27T18:50:00.007-02:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T19:01:40.376-02:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.yuku.com/image/pjpeg/d7626dd143300a0e1e26a4d6df11bb7251bcbfb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.yuku.com/image/pjpeg/d7626dd143300a0e1e26a4d6df11bb7251bcbfb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.yuku.com/image/pjpeg/58c168153dab1a62de2bc8a6ea280c31e41f8fcf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.yuku.com/image/pjpeg/58c168153dab1a62de2bc8a6ea280c31e41f8fcf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emily saw a pretty dress in her closet, she said "OHH NICE" &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew it was too small. She held it to her chest &amp;amp; said "PEEEEASE MOM". What could i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELL. I put it on her with a pair of capris and pretended it was a cute summer shirt. She loved it. Her smile spoke for itself.&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/3197315186518077060-1765163861492154675?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/1765163861492154675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=1765163861492154675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1765163861492154675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1765163861492154675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-emily-saw-pretty-dress-in-her.html' title=''/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-152441820168163028</id><published>2008-06-27T13:04:00.005-02:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:24:41.347-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tulips tweed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freebie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>FREEBIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SGUJMzROATI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cw4ffENHGu8/s1600-h/stripes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216585858904097074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SGUJMzROATI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cw4ffENHGu8/s320/stripes1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to offer one of my creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a KIT called Tulips Tweed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to share a little from it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stripes1 is a 12x12 paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for future add ons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-152441820168163028?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/152441820168163028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=152441820168163028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/152441820168163028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/152441820168163028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2008/06/freebie.html' title='FREEBIE'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SGUJMzROATI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cw4ffENHGu8/s72-c/stripes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-924393207179098338</id><published>2008-05-24T15:33:00.001-02:30</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:34:32.819-02:30</updated><title type='text'>siggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SDhYpOXrzWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/C4VPsV2Fs5k/s1600-h/K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204006834681924962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SDhYpOXrzWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/C4VPsV2Fs5k/s320/K.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-924393207179098338?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/924393207179098338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=924393207179098338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/924393207179098338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/924393207179098338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2008/05/siggy.html' title='siggy'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/SDhYpOXrzWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/C4VPsV2Fs5k/s72-c/K.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-8273712007715081318</id><published>2007-12-13T18:45:00.001-03:30</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:54:42.131-03:30</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL</title><content type='html'>TWO LITTE DARLINGS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/R2GwX-utOEI/AAAAAAAAAII/Lya2Lbmfzj4/s1600-h/ayden+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143586175456196674" style="CURSOR: hand" height="298" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/R2GwX-utOEI/AAAAAAAAAII/Lya2Lbmfzj4/s320/ayden+hat.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/R2GwYeutOFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ll5lBaV4ZKc/s1600-h/emily+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143586184046131282" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" height="297" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/R2GwYeutOFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ll5lBaV4ZKc/s320/emily+bear.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/R2GwZuutOHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Fk1TpSucVFU/s1600-h/christmas+two+bulbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143586205520967794" style="CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/R2GwZuutOHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Fk1TpSucVFU/s320/christmas+two+bulbs.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/R2GwYuutOGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HU8H5R7wN4s/s1600-h/christmas+gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143586188341098594" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" height="271" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/R2GwYuutOGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/HU8H5R7wN4s/s320/christmas+gifts.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM OUR TWO LITTLE ELVES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-8273712007715081318?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/8273712007715081318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=8273712007715081318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/8273712007715081318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/8273712007715081318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/R2GwX-utOEI/AAAAAAAAAII/Lya2Lbmfzj4/s72-c/ayden+hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-6208741809159478631</id><published>2007-12-07T17:36:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:53:10.484-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Can You Say UPGRADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;THIS is a major UPGRADE for me. when i did photography VIA a 35mm camera. i had a great cam with a great zoom... I actually had a SLR, make that THREE SLRs. one what fully manual. the college course learner. fully manual for the more artistic photos. the true way to learn is dive right in to MANUAL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we all turned to digital, i have to admit i was sceptical. i loved my 35mm and got great pics with it. so the pixels per inch got better and better. and i caved, i bought a 4 mega pixel kodak easy share. a point and shoot. i know i am not a point and shoot girl. but i was tip toeing in the garden of digital camera. besides, an SLR was $1000+ at that time. and i wasnt ready to spend the $$$...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so after a while this point and shoot camera has given me grief. i hated it when it would crap out in the middle of something specail. crapping out in the middle of the kiddies FIRST santa claus parade was the final straw. after overcoming the temptation to throw it under the tires of the passing vehicles... i decided it was time to UPGRADE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS is my new model&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/R1m5DeutN-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WKnuKQAzzfQ/s1600-h/camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141343919059843042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/R1m5DeutN-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WKnuKQAzzfQ/s400/camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am having a ton of fun trying it out. got to LEARN it BEFORE the Christmas morning excitement...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-6208741809159478631?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/R1m5DeutN-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WKnuKQAzzfQ/s72-c/camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-7997189724912629802</id><published>2007-11-09T11:34:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2007-11-09T11:41:13.760-03:30</updated><title type='text'>digital pages of daddy</title><content type='html'>here is a small tribute to brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR3gPVBmcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F3AGOsFtq54/s1600-h/You+gave+me+wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130857271236073922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR3gPVBmcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F3AGOsFtq54/s400/You+gave+me+wings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR3gPVBmdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wMRmnS1AWuY/s1600-h/sun+glass+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130857271236073938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR3gPVBmdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wMRmnS1AWuY/s400/sun+glass+boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR3gvVBmeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IKfjOM70mvs/s1600-h/dumptrucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130857279826008546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR3gvVBmeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IKfjOM70mvs/s400/dumptrucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my artwork, a pic of my paintings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR3g_VBmfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/oW2whsR23jw/s1600-h/eyes+of+an+artist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130857284120975858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR3g_VBmfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/oW2whsR23jw/s400/eyes+of+an+artist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my artwork, a pic of my painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR3hfVBmgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3wAuV6-vF7k/s1600-h/Quiet+Creek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130857292710910466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR3hfVBmgI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3wAuV6-vF7k/s400/Quiet+Creek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-7997189724912629802?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/7997189724912629802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=7997189724912629802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/7997189724912629802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/7997189724912629802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/11/digital-pages-of-daddy.html' title='digital pages of daddy'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR3gPVBmcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F3AGOsFtq54/s72-c/You+gave+me+wings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-5325830926124782707</id><published>2007-11-09T11:26:00.001-03:30</published><updated>2007-11-09T11:30:58.608-03:30</updated><title type='text'>College picture Collage</title><content type='html'>I dug out an old album containing pics from college. putting these pics to use has been fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is my wanna be a cowgirl phase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR1dPVBmYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/joD47nJIKe0/s1600-h/cowgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130855020673210754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR1dPVBmYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/joD47nJIKe0/s400/cowgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR1dPVBmZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UIOeb93-gJA/s1600-h/real+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130855020673210770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR1dPVBmZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UIOeb93-gJA/s400/real+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self portraiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR1dfVBmaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DxwAvdUWCGU/s1600-h/heart+and+soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130855024968178082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR1dfVBmaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DxwAvdUWCGU/s400/heart+and+soul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR1dfVBmbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/V4oQ_u5DoJ0/s1600-h/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130855024968178098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR1dfVBmbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/V4oQ_u5DoJ0/s400/time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-5325830926124782707?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/5325830926124782707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=5325830926124782707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/5325830926124782707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/5325830926124782707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/11/college-picture-collage.html' title='College picture Collage'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzR1dPVBmYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/joD47nJIKe0/s72-c/cowgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-683186372015666896</id><published>2007-11-09T11:17:00.001-03:30</published><updated>2007-11-09T11:26:15.519-03:30</updated><title type='text'>A page a day</title><content type='html'>i have taken up that old pair of scissors again. stepping away from the computer for a moment or two and find myself again captivated by the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is my little niece Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzRz-fVBmWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iQdeg7lzjQY/s1600-h/That+Look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130853392880605538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzRz-fVBmWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iQdeg7lzjQY/s400/That+Look.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course my sweet Emily. highlighted in watercolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzRz-_VBmXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UHPpwmerT1A/s1600-h/Water+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130853401470540146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzRz-_VBmXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UHPpwmerT1A/s400/Water+color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-683186372015666896?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/683186372015666896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=683186372015666896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/683186372015666896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/683186372015666896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/11/page-day.html' title='A page a day'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RzRz-fVBmWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iQdeg7lzjQY/s72-c/That+Look.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-5075218359678044815</id><published>2007-09-26T12:28:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:43:50.403-02:30</updated><title type='text'>It's TOO Easy</title><content type='html'>to find sex on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hit that NEXT BLOG button at the top of the page. the first one that came up was about eating all natural food, and about stopping the use of pesticides and dyes.&lt;br /&gt;next hit was SEXOBOOK, although i could not read the language, the pictures were worth a thousand words. mostly dirty words i guess... it was filled with graphic pictures of sexual positions and women kissing women. some pictues were mild while others made my stomach turn.&lt;br /&gt;next hit was also in a different language. i have no idea what it was about.&lt;br /&gt;next hit was about art, paintings and sculptures. i was very surprised to read a disclaimer at the top that warned content may not be suitable for younger viewers...&lt;br /&gt;while visiting a few groups on a site like facebook, i check out random groups... i read on the WALL, advertisings for other sites, mosty X rated&lt;br /&gt;enter any open chat board, even one rated PG, and you will find dirt.&lt;br /&gt;when googling a recipe... sticky buns... thousands of XXX links come up&lt;br /&gt;dont even try looking up Hot Cross Buns&lt;br /&gt;i kno i kno there is a parental control setting on a computer to limit the sites with XXX rated material. but then i wouldnt have been able to read the newsletter on my fertility doctors webpage, to look up anything realted to breast cancer... u know, caution to the wind... leave my settings alone and brave the world wide web of explicit material. i dread when my children are old enuf to ask to use the computer. sheesh... i guess by then, there will be a virtual woman popping out of the screen asking if you would like her to perform a favor for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no such thing as keeping it behind the dark curtain at that back of the video store. now it is upfront for all to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-5075218359678044815?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/5075218359678044815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=5075218359678044815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/5075218359678044815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/5075218359678044815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-too-easy.html' title='It&apos;s TOO Easy'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-8480064761282095955</id><published>2007-09-25T11:22:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:34:21.281-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelsey'/><title type='text'>JUST MORE  tributes to KELSEY BRIGGS</title><content type='html'>I want to thank everyone for visiting my tribute, for entering pages, for spreading the message. I'm sure her family, her grandmother and her Father will appreciate it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see how many lives Kelsey has touched, is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221895849_92078_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221895849_92078_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Lally28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221895852_30949_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221895852_30949_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221895851_18619_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221895851_18619_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;two by Cindy Conbrett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221890488_82868_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221890488_82868_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221890489_77555_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221890489_77555_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; two by Madzac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221902583_33926_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221902583_33926_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Danic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221902584_5325_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221902584_5325_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221903793_44602_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221903793_44602_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;two by Meddy1965&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221897146_77329_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221897146_77329_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Cindee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221895850_16512_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221895850_16512_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Brenda House&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-8480064761282095955?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/8480064761282095955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=8480064761282095955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/8480064761282095955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/8480064761282095955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-more-tributes-to-kelsey-briggs.html' title='JUST MORE  tributes to KELSEY BRIGGS'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-4397453326184692981</id><published>2007-09-25T11:21:00.003-02:30</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:46:08.349-02:30</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER Ten tributes to KELSEY BRIGGS</title><content type='html'>I love to share with you the pages created for KELSEY BRIGGS. please people. we cant let her memory die. THIS should never happen to a child. the only way to spread a message is to SHOUT it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221903795_29024_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221903795_29024_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Meddy1965&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221903797_86486_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221903797_86486_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221903796_44106_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221903796_44106_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;two by scrappin-grammie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221902581_45367_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221902581_45367_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221902582_88518_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221902582_88518_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; two by Dondon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223740874_42481_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223740874_42481_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by ScrapbookingMommaOf2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223740873_91547_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223740873_91547_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by 1cats202&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221905552_2944_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221905552_2944_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by nkin_22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221905553_81352_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221905553_81352_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Lavender Passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221903794_52880_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221903794_52880_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by sixelanaej&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-4397453326184692981?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/4397453326184692981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=4397453326184692981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/4397453326184692981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/4397453326184692981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-ten-tributes-to-kelsey-briggs.html' title='ANOTHER Ten tributes to KELSEY BRIGGS'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-68985942633651952</id><published>2007-09-25T10:55:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:07:40.901-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Ten MORE tributes to KELSEY BRIGGS</title><content type='html'>I am happy that my idea has reached so many people. Kelsey is such a beautiful girl. she is just infectious. her smile, her eyes, they just touch your heart. Here are ten more pages submitted by my friends. there are more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223741817_30330_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223741817_30330_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  by faye19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223742209_20677_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223742209_20677_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223740877_11108_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223740877_11108_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223741818_49884_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223741818_49884_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; three by pamelaROSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223740876_94214_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223740876_94214_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Kerri Kitten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223742931_74775_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223742931_74775_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Jensters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223742930_18_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223742930_18_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by MarilynZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223741819_6781_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223741819_6781_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223741820_78363_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223741820_78363_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; two by Paob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223741821_96851_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i223741821_96851_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by lilsky40&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-68985942633651952?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/68985942633651952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=68985942633651952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/68985942633651952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/68985942633651952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/09/ten-more-tributes-to-kelsey-briggs.html' title='Ten MORE tributes to KELSEY BRIGGS'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-6064048553146977966</id><published>2007-09-24T21:22:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:28:00.657-02:30</updated><title type='text'>IVE GOT HEAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;well the furnace is mostly installed. our renovation is slowly chugging along. finally we have heat. of course it was fairly warm all along, but at night it is nice to get a little heat pumping thru the house. especially with the twins having runny noses. we spent a few days in springdale, visiting my parents. we went to the cabin too. i love the ocean. now i cant wait to do ocean pages for my scrapbook...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the meantime here is my latest page...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my niece Erica in her dad's flowers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RvhOlXU-FCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RnourJbAwWU/s1600-h/stop+and+smell+the+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113923780703294498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RvhOlXU-FCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RnourJbAwWU/s400/stop+and+smell+the+flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can u believe september is almost all gone.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-6064048553146977966?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/6064048553146977966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=6064048553146977966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/6064048553146977966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/6064048553146977966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-got-heat.html' title='IVE GOT HEAT'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RvhOlXU-FCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RnourJbAwWU/s72-c/stop+and+smell+the+flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-4186549008185639283</id><published>2007-09-18T12:35:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:45:39.486-02:30</updated><title type='text'>I'VE BEEN TAGGED</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by katrina &lt;a href="http://katrinanz.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://katrinanz.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;! So I guess that means, I have to tell you 6 interesting facts about myself, and then tag 6 new people! I can't wait to tag YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i love to paint, draw, sketch, anything artistic.&lt;br /&gt;2. i like to quilt, and have made multiple quilts and even sold a couple.&lt;br /&gt;3. i have had the opportunity to pet a female lion and a tiger too at an animal sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;4. i nearly drowned 3 times, but STILL have a fasination for water&lt;br /&gt;5. i conquered my fear and taught myself to swim at age 15 because a friend's family invited me to florida and i didnt want anyone to know i didnt know how to swim&lt;br /&gt;6. i am my daddy's little girl, and would rather be outside doing yardwork, or in the garage pounding nails and using powertools, than inside the house doing any housework or cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tagging deanne, debby, danielle, pumpkin doodles, ummm thinking of 2 more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did it... brook and twinsmummy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-4186549008185639283?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/4186549008185639283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=4186549008185639283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/4186549008185639283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/4186549008185639283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-been-tagged-by-katrina.html' title='I&apos;VE BEEN TAGGED'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-8436371766802387270</id><published>2007-09-15T10:01:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-09-15T19:00:35.046-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Ten tributes to KELSEY BRIGGS</title><content type='html'>since opening the challenge more than thirty pages have been submitted already. i am going to post them 10 at a time. i was considering doing only the top 3 or 5 but to be honest, i cant pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only way to spread a message is to SHOUT it. so i am posting the pages that have been made, so that the memory of KELSEY never dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221886937_98913_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221886937_98913_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221886936_83162_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221886936_83162_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; two by Me, Delana, Dee_scraps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221890486_81391_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221890486_81391_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221889445_26627_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221889445_26627_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; two by Lisadee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221889444_33399_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221889444_33399_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221889442_32570_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221889442_32570_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221889443_48592_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221889443_48592_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; three by sixelanaej&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221888042_70383_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221888042_70383_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by treezee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221890487_48135_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221890487_48135_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by snug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221890490_33975_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i27.piczo.com/view/1/l/q/z/t/5/d/i/6/q/3/d/img/i221890490_33975_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Madzac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-8436371766802387270?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/8436371766802387270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=8436371766802387270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/8436371766802387270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/8436371766802387270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/09/ten-tributes-to-kelsey-briggs.html' title='Ten tributes to KELSEY BRIGGS'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-1793654752287740925</id><published>2007-09-12T13:25:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-09-12T13:33:21.910-02:30</updated><title type='text'>REMEMBER KELSEY BRIGGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.news-star.com/images/022506/11434_256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="264" alt="" src="http://www.news-star.com/images/022506/11434_256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;REMEMBER KELSEY BRIGGS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have set a challenge all my digital scrapbooking friends, to create a page for Kelsey Briggs, so that her life shall never be forgotten. i watched her video on YOUTUBE, and was so moved. i felt i MUST do something. the challenge is 30 days long. and will end on OCTOBER 11. the day Kelsey Briggs died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see her video go to YOUTUBE at this link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWow42TCwzg&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWow42TCwzg&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to view my digital challenge go to scrapbook flair at this link:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scrapbookflair.com/groups/for_kelsey_briggs"&gt;http://www.scrapbookflair.com/groups/for_kelsey_briggs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to comment or join you must become a member (sorry).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I challenge you to do this challenge as well, i will be posting the winner and challenge owners faves later as the challenge draws to an end.&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/3197315186518077060-1793654752287740925?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/1793654752287740925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=1793654752287740925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1793654752287740925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1793654752287740925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/09/remember-kelsey-briggs.html' title='REMEMBER KELSEY BRIGGS'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-4394041831877730507</id><published>2007-09-12T12:29:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-09-12T13:06:52.733-02:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/134150a~World-Trade-Towers-NYC-NY-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="224" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/134150a~World-Trade-Towers-NYC-NY-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://911research.wtc7.net/wtc/info/docs/twin_towers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sept 11, 2007 was not only the anniversary of the horrific, sneak attack on the World Trade Towers in New York City. but also the day my brother turned 23. i cant believe how he has grown, not my "baby" brother anymore, but now a man. he and his girlfriend are packing to go away to look for work and like most young men, he is Alberta Bound. I'll miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I on the day the Planes Crashed? I was working. at a grocery store, the A&amp;P in Brampton Ontario. just a short drive from the city of Toronto. Toronto International Airport, where many planes were grounded, is very near the city limits of Toronto/Brampton. and planes are heard very clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was filing an apple display i think. when a boy around 8 or so asked me to turn the radio station to a news channel. i told him it was a cd shuffler and we didnt get radio stations. He told me a plane crashed into the pentagon. i didnt really believe it, (thinking he was imagining or seeing something from the other side of the world and being a child, creating his own story). I responded with "wow, that's amazing, huh" MINUTES later, the buzz in the store was like bees at a hive. people were trying to count planes circling over head and heading straight to their cars on coffee breaks to listen to the radio. We were in shock, but still hadnt SEEN anything, only hearing radio reports periodically and second and third hand information and rumours. EVERYONE was saying, there's gonna be a war after this. we were scared that the outcome would be WORLD WAR. and the end of the world was possible. (nuclear nuclear nuclear, buzz buzz buzz) i remember someone saying "You just dont attack the USA and get away with it, there will be Hell to pay."as soon as my shift was done i scurried home and turned on CNN. watching with my jaw to the floor the replay replay replay of the crashes. UNABLE to believe wht had happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL years later i cant believe what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;I sure am glad there was no nuclear button threats.&lt;br /&gt;but i will NEVER remember my baby brother's birthday the same. not as a cheerful fun day "for him", but one of gloom and sadness for all the "others", all the people left mourning family after Sept 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Day i wish to visit New York City and pay tribute to those lives lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-4394041831877730507?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/4394041831877730507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=4394041831877730507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/4394041831877730507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/4394041831877730507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/09/sept-11-was-not-only-anniversary-of.html' title=''/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-1411448947892539672</id><published>2007-09-09T13:05:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-09-09T13:13:51.361-02:30</updated><title type='text'>The Sea oh the SEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;if anyone knows me, they know i am drawn to the sea, dispite having nearly drowned 3 times, once in a pond, once in a pool, and once in the cold spring ocean. i fought fear and learned to swim, teaching myself. Still i am drawn to the sea, i love ocean pics, lighthouses, beaches and rocky shores. dont mind salt spray in the face, love the salty taste and smell. even when the wind is strong and waves crash, i am captivated. i am now trying to pass on this to my children, LOVE THE SEA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RuQTttx5T1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/EVpnfp5IrNE/s1600-h/Beach+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108229553448898386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RuQTttx5T1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/EVpnfp5IrNE/s400/Beach+Baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108229566333800306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RuQTudx5T3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sS_4lkFE6oo/s400/Beach+Boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RuQTt9x5T2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/sd_wb7GD4tI/s1600-h/Beach+Boy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108229557743865698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RuQTt9x5T2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/sd_wb7GD4tI/s400/Beach+Boy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-1411448947892539672?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/1411448947892539672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=1411448947892539672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1411448947892539672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1411448947892539672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/09/sea-oh-sea.html' title='The Sea oh the SEA'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RuQTttx5T1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/EVpnfp5IrNE/s72-c/Beach+Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-630764339792247486</id><published>2007-08-29T13:36:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:25:18.940-02:30</updated><title type='text'>My First FREEBIE</title><content type='html'>i want to share this background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtYHINx5T0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/U2fGeEIDn4c/s1600-h/red+lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104275065390321474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtYHINx5T0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/U2fGeEIDn4c/s400/red+lily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtWZyNx5TzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zrsypifUQlc/s1600-h/red+lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-630764339792247486?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/630764339792247486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=630764339792247486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/630764339792247486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/630764339792247486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-first-freebie.html' title='My First FREEBIE'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtYHINx5T0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/U2fGeEIDn4c/s72-c/red+lily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-8744124894973356820</id><published>2007-08-29T11:33:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-08-29T12:44:17.833-02:30</updated><title type='text'>The Rest of the story</title><content type='html'>BLOG BUILDER QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. What is something you feel too young to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i would have to say something like &lt;strong&gt;to find GREY HAIR&lt;/strong&gt;. my hubby has had it FOREVER, and i guess it wouldnt be that big of a deal, but i dont think i want grey hair yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;... I never feel too young to sing, to skip, to play in the sand. i guess i would look rather silly if i was sitting in the sand alone, but give me a kid to watch, and i seem to have as much fun as they are having. being a mom of young twins lets me be a child again. i get to visit the toy department when we shop and push all the buttons, i can buy "kid snacks" and "kid meals", i can play with the coolest toys, and watch those cartoons without shame. my husband says you are only as old as you feel, sometimes my body feels ancient, i say you are only as old as you want to be, so come on, lets build sand castles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. What are three things you need in order to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My family&lt;/strong&gt;. i have the best husband. he is a wonderful father, a hard worker, a friendly, funny and loving man. i have my boy and my girl. the twins filled that empty space i had, they really complete our family. I FEEL LIKE THE LUCKIEST WOMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health&lt;/strong&gt;. I thank GOD that our kids are doing so well, after being born at 29 weeks, there are so many things that could have gone wrong. My husband is a carrier of a Chromosome inversion and i thank GOD our babies are normal healthy children. As well as a family we try to eat healthier, and stay active (sometimes i struggle with that part) and make sensible decisions about our health. We dont smoke or do drugs, and only drink occasionally for the special social gatherings and christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stability/Security&lt;/strong&gt;. i dont want to say money, i dont need money to be happy, i just need to have the bills taken care of and to have a pantry full off food. the need to know that when i need a bottle of milk, it is there, and that i never need to worry that someone is hungry and i cant find anything to feed them. that feels like security. we have moved so many times in our lives, but now that we have children, i depend on pattern and routine. i need to know i have a roof over our family' s head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. If you had an extra day each month that no one else had, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm &lt;strong&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/strong&gt; would probably be the top of my list.  i could also say clean, my house seems a bit untidy most of the time, but that just doesnt seem like fun use of a free day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. What is something you'd like to do that you're not allowed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, who says i cant do anything i want...&lt;br /&gt;i cant think of anything i really want to do that someone wont let me do...&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT maybe i could &lt;strong&gt;go shopping&lt;/strong&gt;, like at the scrapbooking store, and just fill my cart and walk out... now &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; sounds like fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. What superhero powers would you like to have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be able to blink and have my house cleaned. I'll call it the &lt;strong&gt;PRESTO POWER&lt;/strong&gt;. "Presto, the dishes are done" and "presto, the bathroom is scrubbed clean" that would be sooooo awesome, better than being invisible or strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. What is something you wish you never had to worry about again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt; of course. just knowing my bills and mortgage are going to be paid and no more worries about bills would be the greatest thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-8744124894973356820?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/8744124894973356820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=8744124894973356820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/8744124894973356820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/8744124894973356820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-old-am-i.html' title='The Rest of the story'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-4875308010148638098</id><published>2007-08-29T11:07:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-08-29T11:16:29.713-02:30</updated><title type='text'>WE'RE CRUISIN' NOW</title><content type='html'>WE DID IT&lt;br /&gt;WE FINALLY DID IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have been saying it was time, the kids feet were touchin the back of my seat and i was a fraid their little legs would get nipped or hurt. we said he had to UPGRADE. Brian has always wanted a full size. so now we got one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtV3u9x5TxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PDzeHo7tnOg/s1600-h/100_3299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104117401435852562" style="WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="389" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtV3u9x5TxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PDzeHo7tnOg/s400/100_3299.jpg" width="552" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtV3vdx5TyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fGCePQ8Wo0E/s1600-h/100_3298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104117410025787170" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtV3vdx5TyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fGCePQ8Wo0E/s400/100_3298.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtV3f9x5TwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RvRLZzvqxfM/s1600-h/100_3300.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2007 CHEVY SILVERADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also you can see our renovations in the background. coming along slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-4875308010148638098?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/4875308010148638098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=4875308010148638098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/4875308010148638098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/4875308010148638098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/08/were-cruisin-now.html' title='WE&apos;RE CRUISIN&apos; NOW'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtV3u9x5TxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/PDzeHo7tnOg/s72-c/100_3299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-1133001776227999354</id><published>2007-08-29T10:39:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-08-29T11:18:17.976-02:30</updated><title type='text'>OOPS, where has time gone</title><content type='html'>well once upon a time i was hoping for a week in review each week, seems more and more like a month in review to me... well what can i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the answer to it all could be laziness i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could say i am busy with renovations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtVy9tx5TqI/AAAAAAAAADo/199TttLo-6c/s1600-h/100_2965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104112157280784034" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="213" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtVy9tx5TqI/AAAAAAAAADo/199TttLo-6c/s400/100_2965.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtVzcNx5TrI/AAAAAAAAADw/4LXLnWia_BY/s1600-h/100_3023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104112681266794162" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="235" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtVzcNx5TrI/AAAAAAAAADw/4LXLnWia_BY/s400/100_3023.jpg" width="294" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtV0Q9x5TuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bHnccLROv8g/s1600-h/100_3024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104113587504893666" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtV0Q9x5TuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bHnccLROv8g/s400/100_3024.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could say i am a busy mom of twins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtV1dNx5TvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lc8NHS_JMmE/s1600-h/100_3013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104114897469918962" style="WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" height="377" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtV1dNx5TvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lc8NHS_JMmE/s400/100_3013.jpg" width="502" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could say i am addicted to scrapbooing and dont make time for other things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya, i am leaning more toward the last one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i pulled out a dozen or more pages in the last few weeks, but cant close down that digital program long enuf to post a little hello...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our renovation has slowed down, because brian is working. YAY YAY YAY. BIG TIME YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first he worked 3 weeks as a carpenters helper, then one day, he gets a call and he is out of town, i tell the woman, Brenda, that he wont be back til late Friday noght. she gives me her HOME NUMBER and wants brian to call to set up an interview. so Brian does and sets up an interview for SATURDAY MORNING, yup Saturday of all days... By that same afternoon, he finds out he has the job. and starts Monday. that is THREE WEEKS now. SOOOOOO HAPPY. GREAT JOB, GREAT MONEY, GREAT GREAT GREAT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i am saving the next news for a separate post.&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/3197315186518077060-1133001776227999354?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/1133001776227999354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=1133001776227999354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1133001776227999354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1133001776227999354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/08/oops-where-has-time-gone.html' title='OOPS, where has time gone'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RtVy9tx5TqI/AAAAAAAAADo/199TttLo-6c/s72-c/100_2965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-6380443014727993406</id><published>2007-06-13T14:46:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-06-13T15:03:00.509-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Life's little secrets</title><content type='html'>BLOG BUILDER QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What are the secrets to a longer, healthier life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many things that allow a longer healthier life&lt;br /&gt;here are ten little rules to align your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dont smoke, no, you heard me, throw away that pack, call it your last!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. eat your greens, broccoli, green beans, spinach (yummy in a summer salad tossed with fruit and a vinegarette), brussel sprouts, asparagus, whatever your fave greenage, eat it... its good for you (now i sound like my mother)&lt;br /&gt;3. visit your doctor for your yearly physical, dont make excuses, just do it&lt;br /&gt;4. get 1 hour of exercise somewhere in your day (...i dont fulfill this one, oooops)&lt;br /&gt;5. drink PLENTY of water, lots and lots, like 8 to 10 glasses (i find it hard to fulfill this one)&lt;br /&gt;6. take time to pamper yourself with some little thing once a day, if it is a frothy cappiccino or a hot bubble bath, whatever it is, take THAT time for YOU&lt;br /&gt;7. stop and smell the roses. take a deep breath. take this time to reflect on your day&lt;br /&gt;8. cuddle, if you have a loved one near, grab them for a snuggle, if you are single, your puppy would love a cuddle right now.&lt;br /&gt;9. Laugh, smile, grin and giggle. laughter is the worlds best medicine&lt;br /&gt;10. HAVE FUN...dance like no one is watching, sing like no one hears, skip whenever you can, live a little, act like a child, and let that inner child free. even just for a moment, then return to rule #9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-6380443014727993406?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/6380443014727993406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=6380443014727993406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/6380443014727993406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/6380443014727993406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/06/lifes-little-secrets.html' title='Life&apos;s little secrets'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-4779973729174511630</id><published>2007-06-11T11:50:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-06-11T12:12:25.859-02:30</updated><title type='text'>AlaKaZam, 3 wishes granted</title><content type='html'>BLOG BUILDER QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What three wishes would you ask of a genie in a bottle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there are 2 sides to this question:&lt;br /&gt;the fantasy and the reality&lt;br /&gt;fantasy wishes are for riches, beauty, and power&lt;br /&gt;reality wishes are more personal.&lt;br /&gt;I would have to be careful when selecting my three as there are only three and you are not allowed to ask the genie for more wishes.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST:&lt;br /&gt;I wish for health, for my family to be healthy. mentally and physically... all my family: my sisters pain, find a happy place, find a happy place; my Dad, his health problems scare me sometimes, his heart, his diabetes, his pain... my mother in law, calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean; the rest of us, we all are fine i guess overall, but i would wish for LONG TERM health.&lt;br /&gt;SECOND:&lt;br /&gt;That dream job for Brian. I wish for my husband to have a job that keeps him home with his us. a job that makes him happy, a job here near home, if he had that job i would not have to make a wish to be able to stay in my home and live here because that would be covered, in the wish. and i am not greedy i would not wish for a million dollars, but with this job, our finances would improve i would not have to wish for money and we could live comfortably and not from check to check.&lt;br /&gt;THIRD AND LAST:&lt;br /&gt;I would wish for PEACE. first peace in our family mostly, i know i could never expect peace all over the world (although that would be fabulous to have no wars), but for our family not to be fighting would be great. i dont think this is totally possible unless we could erase events of the past that hurt us or damaged us... i really think we would have to change a persons core to change those events, you cant go back to when you are eight and alter the rest of your life...(butterfly effect)... so instead i just wish for the "now" sort of peace. i would like for my sister to make peace with mom, for brians sister to "come around" and for no temper blow ups and no yelling. for us all to be a happy family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think those kind of wishes would make a great life for us, i know things are never perfect, and we can always find things we would like to change, but a person has to start somewhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-4779973729174511630?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/4779973729174511630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=4779973729174511630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/4779973729174511630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/4779973729174511630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/06/alakazam-3-wishes-granted.html' title='AlaKaZam, 3 wishes granted'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-6208789135192878380</id><published>2007-06-06T18:37:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:49:27.767-02:30</updated><title type='text'>the biggest collection of...</title><content type='html'>BLOG BUILDER QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could own the world's largest collection of anything, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh what a question....&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;well i love scrapbooking but the largest collection of scrap stuff would be a big clutter and i would be very very overwhelmed and probably unable to create a page for lack of ability to choose what to use....&lt;br /&gt;i used to collect unicorns and well they collect a lot of dust...&lt;br /&gt;i once collected other things but like many collections, they take up a lot of space and collect dust.&lt;br /&gt;i really love to buy the babies designer clothes, but with the cost, we save those purchases for christmas and birthdays. so if i could afford it, my kids could be dressed in all old navy, gap, tommy, oshkosh. etc... but the worlds largest.... well... they would only outgrow it before using it.....&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;one thing i could really enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;and i know i will sound crazy,&lt;br /&gt;super crazy....&lt;br /&gt;but i used to love&lt;br /&gt;and still love&lt;br /&gt;and cant resist them when i see them&lt;br /&gt;look for them on sale&lt;br /&gt;have soooo many fond memories of&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;would love to have&lt;br /&gt;the worlds LARGEST collection of&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;LEGO.&lt;br /&gt;real LEGO, not the knock offs that dont stick together&lt;br /&gt;call me a kid&lt;br /&gt;call me immature&lt;br /&gt;but i could sit for hours&lt;br /&gt;creating&lt;br /&gt;building&lt;br /&gt;it is my artistic side i guess&lt;br /&gt;soooo, buy me a piece of land. build me a house with a HUGE area to create. with area to show off my creations. and that is where you would find me.&lt;br /&gt;lost in the land of LEGO. creating my dream lego city. with working railways, streets, buildings, waterparks, THE WORKS...&lt;br /&gt;i will be the "LEGO LADY"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-6208789135192878380?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/6208789135192878380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=6208789135192878380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/6208789135192878380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/6208789135192878380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/06/biggest-collection-of.html' title='the biggest collection of...'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-5561301930445955191</id><published>2007-06-05T20:05:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:16:18.234-02:30</updated><title type='text'>FREEZE FRAME</title><content type='html'>BLOG BUILDER QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What age would you like to be for the rest of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could choose an age to stay for the rest of my life, i guess i would say 33... RIGHT NOW. i felt turning thirty was a great milestone for me. finally grown up, so to say, settled into a comfortable life. but at 30 i had no children. I wasnt blessed with a family until a little before my 32nd birthday.&lt;br /&gt;SO I CHOOSE TODAY&lt;br /&gt;today i am 33, my twins are 14 1/2 months (or at the one year mark, corrected age). I get to play with kids toys. get to have unlimited cuddles. get all the love i can handle. have a wonderful marriage. have a happy family. what could be better.&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS&lt;br /&gt;if u ask me this question in one year i would probably have the same answer, right now. cause in a year, there will be the creative silliness of two year olds in my home, with the giggles and "mommy, love you much" being heard throughout the day. a day filled with cuddles and games and fun i am sure.&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is&lt;br /&gt;LIVE IN THE MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;i guess that is what i would have to say about making the best of this time in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-5561301930445955191?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/5561301930445955191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=5561301930445955191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/5561301930445955191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/5561301930445955191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/06/freeze-frame.html' title='FREEZE FRAME'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-8019862730491068281</id><published>2007-06-05T19:11:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:01:11.937-02:30</updated><title type='text'>in the blink of an eye</title><content type='html'>ok, i know i havent blogged for a few days, busy busy me....&lt;br /&gt;so lately...&lt;br /&gt;we went to our dr apointment in the city, and the twins are AHEAD in most of their development tests. both saying more words than their level, standing and walking and climbing. putting the peg in the hole. all those silly tests. they get it!&lt;br /&gt;well we had an okay visit while we were there. but we were soooooooooo glad to get back. cause being away from home upsets our already half crazy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;so we are back home for one day......... and ayden decides to start walking, really walking. everywhere. he also has two back teeth coming in. it seems that in just one week has changed soooo much. emily now has a slight ear infection and runny nose and is taking meds for that, and is a little on the cranky side. but all in all, the last week wasnt tooooo bad... except for my lack of sleep... YAAAAWN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-8019862730491068281?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/8019862730491068281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=8019862730491068281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/8019862730491068281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/8019862730491068281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-blink-of-eye.html' title='in the blink of an eye'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-1919695231845670821</id><published>2007-05-13T22:16:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-05-13T22:27:44.744-02:30</updated><title type='text'>week in review</title><content type='html'>well the reno was chugging along nicely, then we had rain. a big chunck of sand and soiul fell into the hole on top of the concrete slab, luckily the concrete was set enough there was no damage, just a little shovelling to clean it up. tehn we ordered bricks. and cemete for the mortar. and ended up with the wrong cement. general purpose stuff not mortar stuff. (shrug) i dunno the difference but it isnt right...&lt;br /&gt;so then the hardware store is closed on sunday. but i said Oh well, u shouldnt be working at it on Sunday anyways. so nothing got one today on it.&lt;br /&gt;i got a new flowering bush for mothers day from brian. YAY just got to decide where to plant the little sucker. i really need to have a GARDEN PLAN. as my gifts are all of the botanical variety just as i requested.&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is in a few days and i got solar lanterns. the ones that look like little coach lanterns, that hang on mini sheppard hooks, toooo cute. i hope no one steals them. ill have to figure out a SAFE way to display them.&lt;br /&gt;i organized my ribbons in my SCRAP AREA. so all at the tip of a finger with no more searching thru drawers of color coded BAGGIES.&lt;br /&gt;Emily is cutting THREE new teeth at once (ouchie). trying to leap frog her brother who has had FOUR for some time now. Emily is a little WALKER now. 8 and 10 steps at a time. Ayden is learning too, 3 and 4 steps for him.&lt;br /&gt;next week is a big one. a trip to the CITY (8 hours away) for dr. appointment... with stops at mom's and other relatives along the way to break up the trip.&lt;br /&gt;MY birthday is next week. and BRIAN's is 4 days after that. My Grandmother is turning 90 on the 17th. We plan to have supper at my mom's house and invite her down.&lt;br /&gt;well enuf FOR NOW.&lt;br /&gt;til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-1919695231845670821?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/1919695231845670821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=1919695231845670821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1919695231845670821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1919695231845670821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/05/week-in-review.html' title='week in review'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-6731877278114726986</id><published>2007-05-09T21:18:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:47:45.358-02:30</updated><title type='text'>food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;for the blog challenge i am asked about my food likes and dislikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I LIKE FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like pasta, any kind. lasagna, angel hair, shells in cheese, fettuccine, bowties with chicken, spaghetti and meat balls, red sauce white sauce, cheese sauce, garlic. yummy yummy pasta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062719039281762546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RkJkJI3_EPI/AAAAAAAAADg/6CmSL5dU-gg/s400/noodles.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like fruit. ALL FRUIT. i loved working in produce. yummy yummy fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like veggies most veggies, especially tomatoes. then broccoli, cauliflower, corn, peas. i never liked celery until i got pregnant, now i like it. i like most veggies except cooked carrots. i hate cooked carrots, they taste like dish soap to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i absolutely dread onion, raw onion doesnt belong in ANY food. i hate to be eating something soft like potato salad, and CRUNCH a piece of raw onion. BLECGHHHHH. dont dare put raw onion on my burger, mmmmmm burger, juicy and good and then CRUNCH... noooooooooooo. if you must use onion. cook it well, chop it fine, to fine to find. then maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, HMMMMM... how does a person who hates onion eat onion rings, I'll never know, it bewilders me, but i like onion rings with salt and vinegar&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/3197315186518077060-6731877278114726986?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/6731877278114726986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=6731877278114726986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/6731877278114726986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/6731877278114726986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/05/food-for-thought.html' title='food for thought'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RkJkJI3_EPI/AAAAAAAAADg/6CmSL5dU-gg/s72-c/noodles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-4291199184465755794</id><published>2007-05-07T20:46:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-05-07T20:50:31.453-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Things I'll never get to... part two</title><content type='html'>Things I'll never get to....&lt;br /&gt;just a whimsicle look at the life on the other side of the fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/Rj-zn43_ENI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-CTsU9c4D7s/s1600-h/I"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061962004051202258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/Rj-zn43_ENI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-CTsU9c4D7s/s400/I%27ll+never+get+to.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-4291199184465755794?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/4291199184465755794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=4291199184465755794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/4291199184465755794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/4291199184465755794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-ill-never-get-to-part-two.html' title='Things I&apos;ll never get to... part two'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/Rj-zn43_ENI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-CTsU9c4D7s/s72-c/I%27ll+never+get+to.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-6091967759789243697</id><published>2007-05-07T17:52:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-05-07T18:16:36.522-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Things I'll Never get to...</title><content type='html'>I'll never get to be a dentist but that's alright with me&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get to own a palace but i'm happy wherever I'll be&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get to run a ranch and be a real cowgirl&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get to be the ruler of the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get to win the nobel or the pulitzer prize&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get to go back in time to my teenage size&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get to live in Ireland or to live in Spain&lt;br /&gt;But because I cant live there you wont hear me complain&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get to travel to the far reaches of space&lt;br /&gt;but i really do not want go, I'm happy with this place&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get to marry for money and have millions to spend&lt;br /&gt;but who needs all that money without a loving husband&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get to own a porche or even a lamborgini&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get to be addressed as Her Magesty and Queenie&lt;br /&gt;But of all the things, " I'll never get to", I will not miss one thing&lt;br /&gt;I'm happiest of all, with the life I have, and all the goodness that it brings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-6091967759789243697?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/6091967759789243697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=6091967759789243697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/6091967759789243697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/6091967759789243697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-ill-never-get-to.html' title='Things I&apos;ll Never get to...'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-6149333078740798356</id><published>2007-05-04T11:06:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-05-04T11:23:50.755-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovations'/><title type='text'>Today we start renos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/Rjs4QI3_EII/AAAAAAAAACo/wuD-3UFoJDI/s1600-h/100_2706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060700456192249986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/Rjs4QI3_EII/AAAAAAAAACo/wuD-3UFoJDI/s200/100_2706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we moved the shed a few days ago and now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the excavator is here. the dig has begun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the concrete step is gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are removing enuf sand to put in a basement under the addition.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/Rjs4RI3_ELI/AAAAAAAAADA/oDHcRN3nhH0/s1600-h/100_2709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060700473372119218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/Rjs4RI3_ELI/AAAAAAAAADA/oDHcRN3nhH0/s200/100_2709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooooooon i will have a bigger bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooooooon my babies will have their own rooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooooooon i will have a mess on my hands....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is the GRRRRR part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;last night my dishwasher gave out a new pump is $250 so we&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/Rjs4Q43_EKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qjJkri0dCyI/s1600-h/100_2708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060700469077151906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/Rjs4Q43_EKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qjJkri0dCyI/s200/100_2708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are just going to buy a new dishwasher and include a little small small reno in the kitchen with all the other renos, what is the difference of a little more mess when you have a big mess on your hands anyways&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;look at all that mud i will have to clean up in my house when people track it in. GRRRR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;u see in the last pic the shape of the house, it will be squared off now. THIS is just the beginning. i'll try to keep updating as renos continue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-6149333078740798356?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/6149333078740798356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=6149333078740798356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/6149333078740798356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/6149333078740798356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-we-start-renos.html' title='Today we start renos'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/Rjs4QI3_EII/AAAAAAAAACo/wuD-3UFoJDI/s72-c/100_2706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-2925283264093143068</id><published>2007-04-23T11:46:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-04-23T11:51:34.674-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>garden gifts</title><content type='html'>My mother in law bought me a rose, the planting kind. i have to find a spot to put it in my yard. all i asked for, for my birthday in May, is to have a few flowers in my garden. i want an arbor from hubby, but the one i wanted was sold out and we are waiting on a reorder. i planted flowers here before but after i went away, they died. and now i need to start over. i dream of a groomed lawn and beautiful flower beds. i guess it is alot to ask to have it POOF all done. a garden is a lot of work, and my thumbs SURE aren't green. so i am starting some seeds INSIDE because i am not positive that we are going to remain frost free here on the east coast. and now i need a trick to keep the cats out of the yard. Hermmmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-2925283264093143068?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/2925283264093143068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=2925283264093143068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/2925283264093143068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/2925283264093143068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/04/garden-gifts.html' title='garden gifts'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-7068783234045400614</id><published>2007-04-22T20:35:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:40:19.945-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Mountain High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Mountain High&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RivqutaVhCI/AAAAAAAAACg/V4izaULGfGs/s1600-h/mountain3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056393094838453282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RivqutaVhCI/AAAAAAAAACg/V4izaULGfGs/s320/mountain3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday, July 12, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="112118316276222720"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain High&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountains carved by God's hand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as he molded the shape of the land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their peaks reaching into the skies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So beautiful, i can't believe my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rising high above the tree tops,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;intothe clouds before it stops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With peaks covered in ice and snow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;high above us, in awe below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The majesty of what I see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;towering high above me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The peaks up high are covered white,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the mountains are an awesome sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ice and snow and glaciers too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are nature's beauty, a captive view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories carved into my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after I leave the mountains behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056393090543485970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RivqudaVhBI/AAAAAAAAACY/FppyCgL8FxI/s320/mountain2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056393090543485954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RivqudaVhAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Oil-T0m2E4I/s320/mountain1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;July 12, 2005&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-7068783234045400614?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/7068783234045400614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=7068783234045400614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-8870464236055578465</id><published>2007-04-22T20:11:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:17:39.796-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>One More Day</title><content type='html'>originally written MARCH 11, 2005&lt;br /&gt;just days before my 7th wedding anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;the first thing I see&lt;br /&gt;is your smiling face&lt;br /&gt;looking back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do&lt;br /&gt;to deserve such a fate&lt;br /&gt;to receive such a gift&lt;br /&gt;as such a wonderful mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes shine brightly&lt;br /&gt;as they fill up with love&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings for me&lt;br /&gt;I am aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart bursts with pride&lt;br /&gt;when I talk about you&lt;br /&gt;the way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;and all the things you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God each day&lt;br /&gt;for bringing you to me&lt;br /&gt;you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;and set my heart free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke through the walls&lt;br /&gt;I built around my heart&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;we are never more to part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this note went with the poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days i will celebrate 7 years of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;When i got married i was so nieve.&lt;br /&gt;But it was the best thing i ever did.&lt;br /&gt;I have the best man, and he loves me very much.&lt;br /&gt;I love him more now than i did on the day i married him.&lt;br /&gt;and things have been great.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO GOD&lt;br /&gt;cause i stop and think,what if i didnt, love him more that is, what if i loved him less, or what if i was wrong and it wasnt love?&lt;br /&gt;wow, what a shame it would have been to miss out on this BLISS...people who know me, know, that some people are rich, and others are rich in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-8870464236055578465?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/8870464236055578465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=8870464236055578465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/8870464236055578465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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my blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today i count my blessings one two and three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my baby girl fell and drove a tooth thru her gums, i was first thinking why so stumbly clumbsy. I am blessed my babies are learning how to walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the lady behind me had her toddler fall from her shopping cart and both baby and mom began to cry, I first thought oh thank gosh it wasnt my child. I am blessed with a calming nature, i comforted the woman, reassured her as she was crying and expressing her guilting feelings of having not caught her from falling. I calmed her down. as mom stopped crying, the baby began to calm as well, i wished them good luck as they headed for the hospital to have her child checked by a dr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my niece was hanging off my arm and my body while shopping, i first thought why is she so clingy. I am blessed, Erica said I love you Auntie Dee, and hugged tight into me, nearly knocking me over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my nephew, in the back seat plays with a toy going click click click and i take it from him til we get home, i was first thinking, why did we let him buy that. I am blessed to have a nephew, who at 10 yrs old, still WANTS to spend time with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i look around the livingroom and see a million toys, i first think what a mess. i am DOUBLE blessed to have happy healthy twins crawling and playing on my floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056382439024591762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RivhCdaVg5I/AAAAAAAAABY/GqS-gjTz_cQ/s320/two+playing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;truly i am blessed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we must try to find blessings, even in those little things in life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-1733202115613445358?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/1733202115613445358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=1733202115613445358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1733202115613445358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1733202115613445358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-i-count-my-blessings.html' title='Today I count my blessings'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RivhCdaVg5I/AAAAAAAAABY/GqS-gjTz_cQ/s72-c/two+playing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-5219626543466689164</id><published>2007-04-19T13:20:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-04-20T18:30:28.162-02:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boot Harbour Gravesite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boot Harbour, NL Canada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiePztaVg3I/AAAAAAAAABI/cJQpb3SUAZg/s1600-h/headstone+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055167225272828786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiePztaVg3I/AAAAAAAAABI/cJQpb3SUAZg/s320/headstone+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Upon closer inspection one can read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In loving memory of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;William H. Taylor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beloved husband of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elizabeth Taylor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;died 1899&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aged 40 years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiePz9aVg4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/YJ0fdGd3C90/s1600-h/gravestone2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055167229567796098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiePz9aVg4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/YJ0fdGd3C90/s320/gravestone2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always enjoyed hiking up to the graveyard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all grown up with trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stumble upon a few headstones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then others are found with ease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The trees are thick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the bugs bite my neck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It isnt long til I'm forced to turn back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-5219626543466689164?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/5219626543466689164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=5219626543466689164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/5219626543466689164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/5219626543466689164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/04/boot-harbour-gravesite-boot-harbour-nl.html' title=''/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiePztaVg3I/AAAAAAAAABI/cJQpb3SUAZg/s72-c/headstone+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-7647893431529880173</id><published>2007-04-18T22:59:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:13:16.648-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newfoundland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cemetery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boot harbour'/><title type='text'>Remember Boot Harbour</title><content type='html'>today i was thinking about Boot Harbour. My grandmother lived there before my father was born. There was once a community there. but now there are just trees. A few cottages/cabins dot the shoreline. but the area where the town was is overgrown with trees. An adventurous explorer can find the old graveyard. there once was a path, but now you just have to "stumble" upon the site. I really enjoy exploring the area. and look forward to the next time i can go there. I want to hike up the hill, and across the field, if there is a field there now. and thru the trees. young alders ad asplings. thru the thickening woods. and find that first headstone. it makes you excited to find them. I like to read the dates. William Taylor. died 1899. Frederick Thistle. died 1904. who were these peole, relatives of friends many generations back. maybe a few relatives of my own. the headstones are in good shape. excellent even, perhaps the overgrowth of trees has protected them from the harsh winds, rain and sun. the elements is what ruins them. on my next trip to Boot Harbour, i hope to bring some paper and chalk and attempt  a rubbing or two of the stones. to really capture the writings. perhaps i will go this year. perhaps i will go this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to upload pictures from Boot Harbour, but for some reason keep getting ERROR messages. I will upload them in my next blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-7647893431529880173?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/7647893431529880173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=7647893431529880173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/7647893431529880173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/7647893431529880173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/04/remember-boot-harbour.html' title='Remember Boot Harbour'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-635145636583885694</id><published>2007-04-16T19:08:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:24:23.283-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Remembering the twins birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;the twins are ONE. I let them have their own mini birthday cakes. FOR FUN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ayden did the tiny touch and see technique. he didnt want to taste, just feel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i had to smear a little on his mouth for him to know it was edible. then look out cake!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054143850907861234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiPtDe0WgPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qbL8l1OFL5I/s320/Finger+Lickin+Good.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;emily like usual dug right in. anything on a highchair tray table is considered food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a messy face. it ended up in nose and eyes. they had to be put in the bath right away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054143855202828546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiPtDu0WgQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wNNvkSblI58/s320/Finger_Lickin_Good2.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALL IN ALL IT WAS A FINGER LICKIN' GOOD TIME. THESE ARE MY CAKEY LAY OUTS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-635145636583885694?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/635145636583885694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=635145636583885694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/635145636583885694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/635145636583885694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/04/remembering-twins-birthday.html' title='Remembering the twins birthday'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiPtDe0WgPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qbL8l1OFL5I/s72-c/Finger+Lickin+Good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-1915291250909293893</id><published>2007-04-16T19:00:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:04:09.536-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ancestors'/><title type='text'>today is just another day</title><content type='html'>today is just another day. What is april 16th. nuttin too special. My husbands grandmother passed away on April 16th and this gets me thinking about generations. and I must scrap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiPr8u0WgNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ja4Hb8MukAE/s1600-h/grandfather+saunders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054142635432116434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiPr8u0WgNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ja4Hb8MukAE/s320/grandfather+saunders.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to a Party Light party last night. u kno, where they sell candles at a rediculously high price. well u know we all find something we "MUST" have. now i've got a "party light wish list". i've been away from the puter for a while. but upon returning of course i go SCRAP CRAZY.... new craze. black and white LOs with splashes of color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiPr8-0WgOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DMhwHO-uEKc/s1600-h/grandmother+saunder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054142639727083746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiPr8-0WgOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DMhwHO-uEKc/s320/grandmother+saunder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have really enjoyed putting my ancestors in Lay Outs. There is my grandfather. that's my grandmother with the horse. and the other is my great great grandfather and his family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiPr8e0WgMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9bq7ujrxSq0/s1600-h/Ancestors.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiPr8e0WgMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9bq7ujrxSq0/s1600-h/Ancestors.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiPr8e0WgMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9bq7ujrxSq0/s1600-h/Ancestors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054142631137149122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiPr8e0WgMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9bq7ujrxSq0/s320/Ancestors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;til next blog. :) :) :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-1915291250909293893?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/1915291250909293893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=1915291250909293893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1915291250909293893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1915291250909293893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-is-just-another-day.html' title='today is just another day'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/RiPr8u0WgNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ja4Hb8MukAE/s72-c/grandfather+saunders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-1492472445891883186</id><published>2007-03-30T15:24:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-03-30T15:32:14.466-02:30</updated><title type='text'>blog challenge. unlucky moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/Rg1PRZLuvDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vF7MLwiGVfc/s1600-h/my+pebbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047777917588651058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/Rg1PRZLuvDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vF7MLwiGVfc/s320/my+pebbles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm posting a LO for a challenge, i guess this is what i am supposed to do, i played with the idea of pebbles in a pond again. and am adding my LO here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont really look at things in my life as UNLUCKY persay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there are the little things that can disrupt the flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to take life as it comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;step over the little pebbles in the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try not to stumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and try no to make a boulder out of a pebble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if a pile of pebbles seems impassable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reach for the hand of a loved one near me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and together we can climb over it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when all pebbles seem to avalanche on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ask the lord to carry me through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-1492472445891883186?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/1492472445891883186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=1492472445891883186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1492472445891883186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1492472445891883186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-challenge-unlucky-moments.html' title='blog challenge. unlucky moments'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/Rg1PRZLuvDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vF7MLwiGVfc/s72-c/my+pebbles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-1234437946408228804</id><published>2007-03-28T21:18:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:43:20.536-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>unlucky moment in my day</title><content type='html'>there a many things that upset the smooth surface of the pond of life, a pebble that causes ripples reaching out effecting your little life and maybe a bigger pebble that can ripple into the lives around you. my little pebbles.... oh but a few.&lt;br /&gt;the little mishaps. the UNLUCKY moments of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i'll start when a baby wakes up at 4am and wants to play. hmmmmmmmm soooo tired. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I go to mix a frothy cappichino and find there isnt any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse.... the juice jug has only 1 ounce of juice and no one has taken time to remix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stumbling around in the dark to warm a midnight feeding and try to turn on the light on the oven range to spead just a little light, and the bulb blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the phone waking me as i just dozed off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worse the phone waking the twins when THEY have just dozed off for a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the satelite goes on the blink because of bad reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when someone has eaten all the bread except for the crusts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my PC freezes up, as happens often with MSN MESSENGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smell of burning plastic filling the living room because a toy has fallen into the heater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding out that gas prices went up 7 cents last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting a bank statement in the mail box, YIKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking wit a sore neck or sore shoulder as often happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad hair days ( too many of those)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cell phone not charged, the only time i actually need to use it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cranky nearly one year old baby who is sooooo tired and just wont sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changing a poopy diaper, to then realize i'm not done and that my twins often go potty around the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little ripples in my pond, but for the most part... it is usually a flat calm mirror water surface.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-1234437946408228804?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/1234437946408228804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=1234437946408228804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1234437946408228804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/1234437946408228804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/03/unlucky-moment-in-my-day.html' title='unlucky moment in my day'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-4557015383299312059</id><published>2007-03-28T20:55:00.000-02:30</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:12:17.827-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>today i laughed at emily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/Rgr7n5LuvCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9gJ7TO_SVGI/s1600-h/dirty+look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047122995205553186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/Rgr7n5LuvCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9gJ7TO_SVGI/s320/dirty+look.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now my tiwns are truning a year this week. what does a one year old do..... well they say 7 and 17 different phrases, they walk along furniture and stand for seconds alone. emily has 2 teeth and ayden has 3. ayden likes to use the sit and stand, learn to walk stepper ( i call it the lawnmower) emily tries to climb the baby gate. both are determined to feed themselves and prefer finger foods to spoon feeding. both love CHEERIOS and eat carrot a lot. nothing not achored or chained down is safe in a baby house. the DVD player is much toooo strong a temptation for a.... no, no... NO NO... AHHHHHHH EMILY DONT TOUCH .... to work. other tempations are coffee mugs, plant stands and cupboard doors, all three resulting in at least one accident to date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PERSONALITIES...... ohhhhhhh yes. we have those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one softie boy who's feeling can be hurt by loud noises and when put down when wanting to be up. and one........ lets say "spunky" girl who is strong willed and will throw things that are of no interest when offered, and who makes faces when not wanting to eat or just to get a reaction. say give daddy dirty looks and we get this priceless face. my day is full of giggles both aloud and somtimes hidden. comical yes, mischeivious, yes, innocent little babes, you complete my life&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-4557015383299312059?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/4557015383299312059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=4557015383299312059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/4557015383299312059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/4557015383299312059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-i-laughed-at-emily.html' title='today i laughed at emily'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORCYL1HTeCA/Rgr7n5LuvCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9gJ7TO_SVGI/s72-c/dirty+look.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-5963755730591703626</id><published>2007-03-04T14:16:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2007-03-04T14:21:24.257-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>today i am an addict</title><content type='html'>i am addicted to scrapping on my computer, i have purchased a million paper items, stickers, tags, clips, and whatnots. and then i figured out how to do digital scrapbooking, and now... I AM ADDICTED. is there a SBAC ( scrapbook addiction center) available for me. If you ever hear of me being admitted to hospital for surgery, it is to remove the mouse from my hand. If i ever divorce, my husband will site my affair with the computer scrapbooking program as his reason for filing.&lt;br /&gt;cant stay and chat, time away from my scrapping you know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-5963755730591703626?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/5963755730591703626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=5963755730591703626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/5963755730591703626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/5963755730591703626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-i-am-addict.html' title='today i am an addict'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-5958769903911205585</id><published>2007-02-28T16:38:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2007-02-28T16:39:43.743-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><title type='text'>today is a beautiful day</title><content type='html'>today is a beautiful sunny day. i have no time to scrap. i was trying to get some free space so i could do a digital LO or two, but my computer is ULTRA LOW on memory. The snow is melting and the weather is turning warm. the twins slept for a good long nap. i took care of some much much much OVERDO phone calls to Ontario. and some Much overdo paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH tax season is upon us. GRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, have a wonderful bright shining day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-5958769903911205585?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/5958769903911205585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=5958769903911205585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/5958769903911205585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/5958769903911205585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-is-beautiful-day.html' title='today is a beautiful day'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197315186518077060.post-5971971470151627182</id><published>2007-02-27T19:59:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:04:42.980-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><title type='text'>today is blog day</title><content type='html'>when i had a blog before on blogspot, i hardly ever used it, lets see if i can do better with this one. my old one still exists but i can not add to it. either it is listed as inactive, or some other error has occured. ummm, oh well it is here.... &lt;a href="http://www.paintingsofmymind.blogspot.com"&gt;www.paintingsofmymind.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; but it only has like a few poems in it... so lets see if i can do what u all do, and DIARY my life... ya right. i think i am way toooo busy for a daily entry. lets just hope for a week in review to start with if that is not too ambitious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week, oh lets forget it. i spent soooo much time trying to get this blog thing figured out, i am tired of my puter by now. HAR HAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a new puter&lt;br /&gt;i am ultra low on memory&lt;br /&gt;i am a mom of twins&lt;br /&gt;my babies are DEMANDING being 11 months old&lt;br /&gt;i am happily married, lets hope my overuse of the computer doesnt change that&lt;br /&gt;i am in canada, even tho my profile doesnt say so, that needs to be edited&lt;br /&gt;and i really really need to get off here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so chow.&lt;br /&gt;for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3197315186518077060-5971971470151627182?l=dipsydee3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/feeds/5971971470151627182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3197315186518077060&amp;postID=5971971470151627182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/5971971470151627182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3197315186518077060/posts/default/5971971470151627182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dipsydee3.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-is-blog-day.html' title='today is blog day'/><author><name>dipsydee3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10850809787517787550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
